#seriously koon!!

[veny-many]

*silly Order 66 au*

Wolffe: (pointing his blaster to Plo)

Plo: Keep it steady, Commander. If it is what you think right.

Wolffe:

Wolffe: Good... sol...er... follo... o...er...

Wolffe: I do...t wa...t... buir....(silently weeping)

Plo: (DAD INSTINCT WAKING UP)

Plo: (Knocks out Wolffe)

Plo: (Gathers Wolffe in his arm and runs)

Plo: (Politely kickes in to the surgery room)

Plo: Koh-to-yah little 'soka I have a request here

Ahsoka: Holy moly Koh-to-yah Master Plo!

Rex: WTK

[hurricanek8art]

NEW JOHN JACKSON MILLER STAR WARS BOOK WOOOOOOOOOOO!

I ADORE like most of the SW stuff he's done and he hasn't written a full-length SW book since A New Dawn back in 2014, I am SO EXCITED. And in-depth dives into the Jedi Council's characters before TPM? HECK YEAH!

MORE DEPA BILLABA AND YADDLE. I AM HAPPY. 😁😁😁😁😁😁

[dukeoftheblackstar]

My niece trying to cheer me up. I'm not sad by the way, I'm just still sick and in a certain 'mood'.

Niece: Okay, but imagine of the creepy, orange guy (Plo Koon) about to kiss you. Me: About to be elated AF because she gets it. Niece: But misses.

[swan-orpheus]

Where in the world galaxy is Carmen Sandiego Barton Coburn?

[m00ntunaart]

3rd Star Wars daemon AU post!

Here by popular demand: The Jedi Council and their daemons!

Depa Billaba - Hooked Billed Kite (Taryz)

Mace Windu - Bald Eagle (Maisha)

Yoda - Ostrich (Kieachkta)

Shaak Ti - Hyacinth Macaw (Thevren)

(Commander Colt - Anatolian Shepherd (Pistol))

Plo Koon - Osprey (Averyl)

Ki-Adi Mundi - Great Blue Heron (Czirda)

Kit Fisto - Blue Footed Booby (Krios)

Now onto my random AU lore and thoughts:

JEDI LORE TIME: So, as I’ve said in my last daemon AU post, the Jedi generally have bird daemons. This is by nurture, not nature. The way the Jedi teach young force-users to interact with the Force usually ends up directing their daemons to settle into a bird species of some kind. Which conveniently is around the time a Jedi Initiate is either chosen to be a Jedi Knight or be sent to the Jedi Corps. While it is not a rule that a Jedi Knight has to have a bird daemon, there are stigmas in the Jedi culture that lead to Jedi Knights and Masters not wanting to pick Padawans with not-bird daemons. This was one of the reasons the Council was hesitant to take in Anakin originally. He was already past the age of being nurtured to have his daemon settle as a bird, as he was raised outside the Temple.

(If you’re wondering why Obi-Wan doesn’t have a bird daemon, look at my last post. But to summarize his daemon settled while on Melida/Daan. So not ideal circumstances) (Also Qui-Gon Jinn cares not for cultural taboos, so he did not care much that Obi-Wan’s daemon ended up not being a bird lol)

The exceptions to this bird-daemon rule is generally Jedi in the Corps and Jedi Shadows (I will be making a Quinlan Vos post at some point that goes into that more).

DEPA BILLABA and her daemon, Taryz, who is a Hooked Billed Kite.

Okay for the life of me I cannot remember the reason I picked Depa’s daemon 😅, but it was probably just: ‘I like how Hooked Billed Kites look’. So a good reason obv.

I inserted some silly interactions between Obi-Wan and Depa, and Kee-Ayt and Taryz. I headcanon that since they are the two youngest council members, they will go out of their way to act like children in front of the older council members. Just to make the others role their eyes and say ‘kids 🙄’. Despite the fact that both of them are like in their mid 30s-40s. But besides them acting like two siblings alone in the back seat of a car, they are close with each other. Taryz is the daemon most comfortable being casually around Kee-Ayt, out of the other daemons in the Council. (I imagine that since most Jedi daemons are birds, sometimes other Jedi don’t know how to interact with Kee-Ayt)

MACE WINDU and his daemon, Maisha, who is a Bald Eagle. 

In the Temple there runs a rumor amongst the Padawans about which came first: Mace being bald? Or Mace’s daemon settling as a Bald Eagle? A real ‘chicken or the egg’ question lol.

But more seriously, I really did just end up picking a Bald Eagle daemon because I wanted to make bald jokes hahaha. That and Bald Eagles just naturally look pissed all the time, which matches well with Mace’s ‘resting bitch face’.

YODA and his daemon, Kieachkta, who is an Ostrich.

My whole concept for Yoda was just: ‘if Yoda is a small species, then he should get a big ass daemon to balance it out’. And yes, Yoda rides around on Kieachkta because of course he does. And when he can’t hit your ankles with his stick, he’ll get Kieachkta to peck the back of your head (which hurts ow).

(If you’re wondering, all of Yoda’s species have bigger daemons. Like Yaddle has an Emu daemon).

SHAAK TI and her daemon, Thevren, who is a Hyacinth Macaw.

My only thoughts for Shaak’s daemon was I wanted it to be big and colorful. 1. Because she’s just this tall figure with long montrals. She just needed a big bird species to go with her impressive figure. 2. She just has always had a fun color scheme, so I thought a colorful bird of some kind would be fun. SO A HYACINTH MACAW. They’re huge and a beautiful blue color (that matches her montral stripes). I also just wanted her to have a fun, friendly looking daemon. Since she’s on Kamino most of The Clone Wars, and interacting with Tubies and Cadets. I think her having a big, loving, approachable looking daemon was just right. (Which is why in this AU, she was chosen to be the one working with the younger clones). Hence why I have so many doodles of her daemon with young clones’ daemons. 

Plus I added an extra doodle of Commander Colts’ daemon, Pistol, who is a breed of Livestock Guardian Dog. Since Colt is also on Kamino, he often is ‘herding’, ‘protecting’ and ‘training’ the young clones. So a herding/guardian  dog daemon felt right for him. (Pistol is the bad cop to Thevren’s good cop lol)

PLO KOON and his daemon, Averyl, who is an Osprey.

Tbh I didn’t have any idea what bird I wanted Plo to have. So I ended up googling ‘bird species that are good parents’ lol. And Osprey were on that list! Idk how true that is, but IN STARWARS IT IS NOW TRUE.

 Plo is just The Jedi Dad Of All Time (*cough cough* Ahsoka *cough cough* Wolffe *cough cough* Wolf Pack), so he got a Parent Of All Time bird lol. 

And yes Averyl spends all her free time trying to preen EVERY member of The Wolf Pack. Is that physically possible? I don’t know, but don’t even try to tell Averyl she can’t do it. All her furry dog children WILL feel her affection.

KIT FISTO and his daemon, Krios, who is a Blue Footed Booby.

All I can say is I knew I wanted Kit to have a sea bird, because he’s The Swimming Jedi^TM. And I love Blue Footed Boobies. 

Also Kit is a silly guy who deserves a silly bird, with silly blue feet and a silly name.

KI-ADI MUNDI and his daemon, Czirda, who is a Great Blue Heron.

Ki-Adi is a long, lanky looking dude so he gets a long, lanky bird. 

I have spoken.

(Also I see a lot of Blue Herons around where I live, so they’re a favorite of mine).

[inquisitor-apologist]

The first time we see Yoda, leader of the Council, in tcw, he’s explicitly affirming the individuality and importance of the clones. He then teaches them how to connect to the Force, the most sacred tenet of the religion he’s dedicated his life to.

The first time we see Plo Koon, a Jedi Master, in tcw, he clearly tells his clone troopers that they are not expendable to him, and then proceeds to do his absolute best to save as many clones as possible.

The first time we see Anakin in tcw he has his clones fly an unnecessary suicide mission because he wants the glory of killing Grievous. He doesn’t even stop when he hears them all dying—his Padawan, a 14-year-old, has to yell at him that no one else will survive what he’s doing before he changes his plan.

And people STILL say that Anakin is the Jedi who cared about the clones the most. Seriously?

[onlykenobimatters]

Codywan au where the clone troopers are actually a reincarnated group of an ancient sect of warriors from mandalorian space. They remember pieces of their previous society; some from the beginning of their origins all the way to the last grasping few. A lot of effort goes in to getting them assigned to the correct battalions. For they had a pantheon of gods they once worshipped and while they have always been One Blood, they believed very seriously in their coming of age ceremony where they must choose the god they would worship. It might have been thousands of years, but none stray from their Chosen.

(The pantheon would be similar to others in which they might have a core group of gods, but other minor gods could also exist. Each with their own domains;

Plo Koon was The Guardian? Protector of Packs and god of loyalty.

Mac Windu the Seer, protector/god of the past and future

While Yoda could be one of their oldest gods, his domains having shifted through the years but mainly protector of the young.

And then quigon who is associated with natural disasters. Legend is he was roaming their world, damning and saving mortals as he went, when he created a disaster so wroth, so powerful, he could not bare for it to fade. He pleaded with his grand sire and eventually Yoda agreed to help him. Combining their domains they turned the raging storm in to a young godling.

Obi-Wan, nature personified.

There are many legends involving the young godling and his journey. How he discovers his domains. And how he uses them to follow in his father’s footsteps to create children in his Image. For what is more natural than life and death?

Obi-wan is not the only one to create a god, but he is the only one to not need assistance. He becomes the Creator, the god of natural order, Father of Life (ahsoka) & death (Anakin)

Over the centuries the Line of Natural Order is adapted to many cultures within their system. Other attributes are gifted to them by followers of The Great Powers as well;

Life, goddess of survival & champion of the light side of the Great Power.

Death, god of balance & champion of the dark side of the Great Power.

The Creator, god of natural order and the Blessed, those who hold connections with the Great Power. )

and like I don't quite know where I was going with this, but clone wars era where the clones kind of remember this culture that doesn't seem to be recorded anywhere and these jedi that feel something Awaken when they meet these shining lights in the force.

and Obi-Wan gently cupping Cody's face, his blue eyes shining brightly. Obi-Wan allowing the force to guide him as he gently lays a kiss upon Co-, no, Kote's forehead, the warrior breathing in harshly as the first Blessing in thousands of years is granted to him. Kote is glory and Kote will uphold the Natural Order as The Creator, Ken'Obi, sees fit. For Kote is now Blessed by his patron God.

i dont even know this got away from me ugh

[talkfastwalkfaster]

Moonglade ~ AOTC!Anakin Skywalker

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A/N: this took me way too long to write & i'm not completely happy with how the beginning turned out but. also, this quickly became a purely self-indulgent fic, especially during the end portion. but i hope u guys enjoy this as much as i ended up doing ♡ WC: 2,035 Warnings: fluff, making out

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You glanced around the temple halls — despite knowing that the chances of you two getting caught after hours were slim, you still wanted to be careful. “Are you sure we should be doing this out in the open? Anyone could walk past and see us, Ani,” you whispered, wondering why you agreed to meet him behind a column instead of in one of your quarters.

Anakin chuckled softly before leaning in and kissing you. “You worry too much, angel. What’s the point of sneaking out if there’s no excitement to it? We’re not even truly doing anything. Besides, I missed you.”

Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. Since the war started, you hadn’t seen much of each other lately — with Anakin co-commanding the 212th with his master and you the 104th with yours. You supposed that he was right. The two of you had done worse when sneaking out — from taking a speeder and exploring Coruscant to hiding on top of the temple, this seemed insignificant compared to them.

You smiled and unconsciously leaned closer to him, wanting nothing more than to be intertwined with him so you would never have to be apart again. “I missed you too. I’m sorry for missing your comm yesterday. Master Koon was very insistent on having no distractions during training.”

Anakin had returned from a mission yesterday and craved to see you again after being apart for the better of two weeks. Despite having possessed this longing, he waved off your apology, knowing that he only commed to inform you that he was back, nothing too important. “It’s alright, I understand. We all get busy.”

You shook your head, feeling guilty that you weren’t able to welcome him back as soon as you would have liked. “Still, I should’ve at least sent a message, even if it was a small one.”

Anakin gave a soft shrug, his blue eyes glanced over to you before looking up at the murals — he didn't really mind that you hadn't messaged him, though he found it sweet that you felt bad about not being able to do so. He let out a soft laugh as his eyes wandered back to you. “You really gotta cut yourself some slack, angel. You're always getting stressed over the little stuff," He said softly, his hands slipping from his robe’s pockets to rest on his hips.

While it may not seem like a major thing to anyone else, it was important to you. You took your relationships very seriously, always ensuring that you were not purposely ignoring someone and always attempting to ensure everything went smoothly. You supposed that was why you were a Consular —  you consistently made sure that issues were arbitrated and were more than ready to be the mediator if needed. 

You scrunched your nose, not liking how dismissive he was. You knew that if the roles were reversed, he would be doing the same thing you were attempting. “I’m trying to apologize here,” you argued adamantly, wanting him to understand this was meaningful to you, despite him waving it off as nothing.

Anakin understood why you were being pushy about this, he knew you didn’t enjoy avoiding people, regardless of it being your intent or not. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected you to answer in the first place — he understood that your life was getting hectic now, especially with your trials coming up soon.

 He snickered softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh, that was an apology?" He said with a grin as he nudged you playfully. He couldn't resist teasing you, having already forgiven you before you even attempted to make amends with him — despite there not being a reason for you to apologize. 

You nodded, unwilling to give in. “Mhm, I apologized, and now you’re supposed to accept it and forgive me. That’s how this works.”

His eyebrows raised slightly as he shook his head — you could be the most difficult person sometimes. He couldn’t complain about it though, it was one of the qualities he loved most about you and something that drove him to you. “Is that how it's supposed to work? Because it sounds like you're being a bit pushy." He taunted.

You crossed your arms and leaned back on the pillar, investing in the banter. “I’m not being pushy; you’re just not cooperating.” You weren’t truly attempting to force your apology down his throat — you knew there was no need. But you did enjoy this type of conversation with Anakin; it allowed you to detach from the turbulence that was becoming extremely common in your life.

Anakin gave a low chuckle as he looked down at you. “Has anyone ever told you how stubborn you are," He teased, leaning closer to you while his mouth curved into a playful smile.

You shrugged, “Once or twice.”

You both knew that you were the most determined person he had ever met, and he adored you for it. Anakin laughed softly before lowering his voice and leaning even closer to you, his sapphire eyes shining in the darkness.

“Let me rephrase that —  do you realize how insanely stubborn you are?"

You scrunched your nose and attempted to hide your growing smile, “So I’ve been told.”

Anakin chuckled, leaning his forehead against yours as he spoke softly, “Mhm, you're a stubborn girl who doesn't easily yield."

You smiled tenderly, loving the closeness between the two of you. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

Anakin's cheeks heated at the proximity, glancing down at you with those twinkling blue eyes that made you want to dive in and be engulfed in him forever. “I actually think it’s quite an endearing trait.” His voice was soft as he spoke in a whisper, as though he was telling you his greatest secret.

You tilted your head up to look into his eyes — you knew you would never be tired of looking into them — they were one of your favorite features of his. They were like a siren’s call, pulling you in until you could no longer have any thoughts that didn’t involve Anakin. Before you got too lost in his eyes you quickly remembered he had spoken to you and murmured back, “Is that so?”

Anakin nodded softly as he smiled at you — his heart raced at your admiring gaze, and he couldn’t help the soft blush that spread across his cheeks. “Oh, most definitely.” His voice was low and gentle as he lowered his head a little closer so that his nose was hovering just above yours.

You leaned up and kissed him tenderly, a reflection of the love you hold for him. His breath hitched at the sudden but pleasant contact of your lips. One of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other found its way to the back of your head as he gently pulled you closer, his lips pressing firmly against yours.

The feeling of your body pressed against his made his heart rate skyrocket as he kissed you back with equal passion and fervor.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. You wanted to be encased in his hold forever — to simply be with him and never have to worry about anything else. The soft proclamations of love that came from both of your lips said everything the kiss did not: how much you ached for each other while he was gone, the unspoken promise of spending as much time as you could before one of you was shipped off onto another mission.

Anakin panted lightly as he pulled away from you — his need for air overcoming the urge to kiss you for all eternity. He slowly brought the hand that was behind your head to cup your cheek, softly caressing your skin with his thumb and looking at you as if you hung the stars. His eyes roamed your face taking in every freckle and scar, wanting to burn you into his memory in hopes that you would haunt his dreams when he was unable to see you physically. 

He dipped his head to quickly kiss you again before gently murmuring, “Let’s get married.” He had fantasized about this for ages now — never having enough courage to reveal his deepest desire to you, but now seemed like a better time than any. 

“What?” You whispered incredulously, not quite believing the words that came out of his mouth.

Anakin laughed softly and lowered his voice, “You heard me. We should get married.”

You moved your hands to his shoulders, lightly gripping them, “Is this your way of proposing to me?”

His eyes twinkled with amusement, his gaze never breaking yours. “Maybe,” His voice was soft and soothing as he lowered his head once more to briefly press his lips against yours. “Yes.”

You thought about it for a moment — secretly dating is one thing, but getting married would mean you were fully going against the Code, something you could never come back from. However, a part of you rationalized that you had already done that, and if you had already broken it, what was the harm in going one step further?

“Okay, let’s get married,” Your face broke out into a grin and you giggled softly, not quite believing this was truly happening, but you wouldn’t oppose it if it meant you were wholly committing to your love for Anakin.

Anakin felt as though his heart would burst out of his chest as a smile spread across his face and his eyes lit up with excitement. His mind was quickly filled with thoughts of being tied to you forever, of never having to worry about losing you to someone else. He couldn’t contain himself and brought his other hand to your face to cup both of your cheeks while he smothered you with kisses all over your face. 

His voice was soft as he pulled back slightly, “You’re completely okay with this?” Despite your agreement, he wanted to ask again to ensure you were completely on board with the idea. He knew you wouldn’t lie to him or say yes just to make him happy, but he wanted to be reassured that you were committed to going through with this.

You nodded and brought your hands up to cover his, unable to contain your smile. “I’m sure. I want to be with you, Ani, forever.”

Anakin laced his fingers with yours and squeezed them gently; a warm, fuzzy feeling spread throughout his body — he was overjoyed with your answer. It was difficult for him to believe how he got so lucky with you; he liked everything about you — your smile, the way you spoke, the way you carried yourself… You were simply perfect in his eyes and he was grateful that you were willing to spend the rest of your life with him.

The thought immediately made his heart sing — he was going to marry you; he would have you all to himself and soon be able to call you ‘his wife.’ “I love you, angel,” He spoke softly, his voice full of love and joy. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and gently kissed where it met your shoulder. 

His actions made your heart melt — you cherished every moment with him. You kissed the side of his head and lifted a hand to cup the back of it while you murmured, “I love you too, Ani.”

A small, content sigh escaped his lips and he squeezed you tighter against him, enjoying your soft, comforting embrace. 

You ran a hand through his hair and whispered, “We should head back to one of our quarters before we’re out here too long.”

Anakin hummed softly in response before lifting his head from your neck and giving you one last kiss. He took your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours as he started to lead you out of the temple’s halls and toward his room. 

You leaned against him and lightly squeezed his hand as he guided you. The walk to his room was filled with silent bliss, and you knew that despite the chaos happening throughout the galaxy, you would always be able to rely on Anakin. 

[formlessvoidbeast]

“Knight Kenobi,” Mace Windu greeted. “What can the Jedi Council do for you?”

“Master Windu,” Obi-Wan bowed politely to him and the members of the council that were with him. “Pursuant to Section 3 Subclause 7 of the—”

“Kenobi, please.” Mace pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just spit it out.”

Obi-Wan grinned, lifting his arms to show off his mismatched kom'rke. “My friends, I am leaving the Jedi Order. As the spouse of a system ruler it would be inappropriate—”

Master Shaak Ti leapt to her feet, pointing at several other Masters. “Pay up!” she shouted. “Who wins the betting pool? Me!”

“I told you all. Quinlan said he took Qui-Gon's river rock,” Master Tholme chuckled, looking entirely smug. “Obi-Wan wasn't coming back this time.” He and Master Nu shook hands.

Mace Windu sighed and pulled something out of his sleeve to throw it at Shaak Ti. “You couldn't have married the Mand'alor on your trip four years ago and won me the pool?” he asked.

“Or waited until after you Knighted your Padawan?” Master Plo Koon pleaded.

“I must move as the Force wills me, Masters,” Obi-Wan said, projecting an air of earnest seriousness.

from shadowed nebulas born chapter 5 of 5

and with this, the tenth and final fic of my Jangobi series 'and all the stars that shine' reaches it's happy ending!

Enjoy!

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on the Jedi in 'The Clone Wars'

Y'all have asked, and Dr. Meat Muffin might be a disgruntled old hag that chugs too much Trader Joe’s bourbon and doodles too much subpar art, but she keeps her promises!

Just so y’all know, if you’re a major character (Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, etc) you keep your name, because it was drilled into Doug’s head over 8 seasons of Clone Wars and the movies. Everyone else, though, Doug gave up and created his own catchphrases for them.

CW: This one's not as spicy as Doug's previous rants regarding Star Wars, but y'all know if y'all know. "It'll all come out in the wash."

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Plo Koon: Ah, Shrimp Daddy. He looks like a shrimp that’s been boiled and left in the sun after a potluck. But my wife LOVES him, she says he has the nicest voice and she wishes he’d narrate some books. I loved him too, he was my favorite. That scene where he tells his clone boys in space that they’re important to him? Ah great. They should have him lead HR meetings. 

Aayla Secura: Babe-the-Blue-Jedi. They sent her away from the Temple because Yoda didn’t want that hotness distracting everyone. Is she and Miguel (Bly?!) dating? They are, right? 

Kit Fisto: Reggae Swamp Thing. Tell me that boy don't look like he lives in the Atchafalaya and bangs on the steel drums all day. I wonder if he stole those shorts from Michael Phelps. He’s cool but does he need to have a tank to swim in on his ship? Does he have gills? I need more info on this guy. 

Adi Gallia: Storm’s Cousin. Doesn’t this chick look like her? She does, right? Maybe she's a Jedi cause she can't control the weather. Didn’t Maul’s brother Saul impale her on his horns and that’s how she died?* Why didn’t Maul do that to Obi-Wan? Maul was obsessed with Obi-Wan, do you think it’s because he had a crush on him after he sliced him in half?

(Doug also ships Obi-Wan with Maul now? IS THERE ANYONE WHO DOUG DOESN'T SHIP OBI-WAN WITH?!)

Shaak-Ti: Ahsoka’s Aunt. They’re totally related. (“No, they’re not.” “Says who?” “Um, EVERYONE?!”) She’s cool, nice to the clone boys. I like her horns. 

Saesee Tiin : Angry Bull Boy. He looks like a minotaur whose daddy left him at a Wal-Mart instead of the Labyrinth after drinking too much.

Deepa Billaba: My Coworker Anu. Seriously! She looks JUST LIKE HER. I even texted her a screenshot, and she used that as her Slack Channel picture for the longest time. Nice lady, she's a good master to Lil Kanan. Hm, Lil Kanan sounds like a rap person my niece would listen to.

Ki-Adi-Mundi: Mutant-Mall-Santa. Look me dead ass in the eye and tell me the man don’t look like he was supposed to hand out presents and ask kids what they want for Christmas and ended up hanging out in toxic waste instead. He's a snotty asshole, I don't like him, he thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.

Luminara Undali: Lady-in-Drape. She’s a green lady, and she wears a drape. Meat Muffin, I'm tired and it's about to snow.

Barriss Offee: Little Lady-in-Drape. Man, she was awful, but she had good points, ya know? Kind of like Darth Maul. Do you think Darth Maul and Obi-Wan ever dated? Or would Obi-Wan’s boyfriend get jealous? 

Quinlan Voss: College-Hippie-Boy. Doesn’t he just look like one of those goofs that fart around with hackysacks all day long? I'd buy weed from him if he was selling, he looks like an exporter and consumer, if you know what I mean.

Even Piall: Dobby the House Jedi. Man he looks like he was on his way to help Harry Potter or something and ended up in a bathrobe with a light saber. Ah well. 

*= Savage is ‘Saul’ and Feral is ‘Paul’. So it’s Maul, Saul, and Paul. I strained a muscle laughing when I got this. 

Tagging my Redneck Doug stans here! @amalthiaph @sued134 @eyecandyeoz @thecoffeelorian @merkitty49 @megmca @skellymomam I missing anyone?

Let me know if I missed any Jedi, those were the ones that came up that Doug didn't immediately recognize.

[cjsmalley]

Wished Away Master Post:

Part 1 with original prompt:

Part Two:

Part 3:

Part Four:

Part 5:

Part Six:

Part 7:

Part 8,

Part 9, check the reblogs:

[veny-many]

Bacara: Seriously, you aren't believing your General's mocking. Right?

Wolffe: I know, I know. But even General Fisto wasn't sure about his age. He's like so ancient to us.

Bacara: Well, I know the one who is also ancient. <Comms someone>

Wolffe: Oh no

Bacara: General, I have a question.

Mundi: About the Master Plo's age, right?

Wolffe: How do you know that...?

Bacara: Because your whole squad was betting.

Mundi: Well, fortunately, I do remember the time that Plo Koon was the Padawan of Master Tyvokka. It was old days.

Wolffe: Sir, If you don't mind, can you remember the exact years that General Plo was in Padawan age?

Mundi: My answer will depend on one thing.

Wolffe: Depend on what

Mundi: So Bacara, what age did you bet again?

Wolffe: You sneaky ass-

Bacara: :)

[dukeoftheblackstar]

I NEED TO SCREAM AT SOMEBODY. BECAUSE I'M LOSING MY SHIT OVER THIS. SO SOMEBODY NEEDS CONFIRM THIS BECAUSE OMG.

^ This is Plo Koon's. It's on his gauntlet, it's the design for the Blade of Dorin, and this (as per somewhere) sort of signifies his seat in the council.

Obi-Wan has

Mace has:

So like.

Ahsoka Spoiler Under Cut. Seriously, don't.

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[blackkatmagic]

I love paws and reassess. First there's poor Jon's immediate disgruntlement at being turned into a cat, then there's young commander class clones, and Wolffe's first thought at seeing Jon like what an ugly cat 🤣 and Jon's weird yowl and Wolffe being like this little shit but the moment he sees Jon's reaction, gentling down. I love how gentle Wolffe is with Jon, how defensive he is of Jon against Cody and Gree whenever they spook Jon and the trust Wolffe has in Jon despite 100% believing this is just a cat

Jon the Cat trying to be as obvious as he can, like follow me out of this place. Wolffe being like aite, nothing better to do anyways

Cody reaching down roughly and Jon reacting and Wolffe the little bastard is immediately like hell yeah I love this cat, it's mine now

Cody, judging: it can't even eat rations how r u gonna feed it

Jon: watch me

Jon and Wolffe's interactions are just two lil bastards trying to out bitch each other and I love it

Meanwhile the boys are such siblings and you portray that so well, how they fight and snark at each other and yet how they're immediately willing to protect and help each other too

The clones: man, this cat sure is weird

Jon, not rly even trying hard to act like a cat:

Clones: yeah, our holos were wrong abt a lot of stuff, cats probably are just that smart

Also did u just fit an Indiana Jones bridge in this? That's amazing

And then they finally mention the jedi and Jon is probably like hold on a damn minute what the fuck

I'm picturing Jon still being a cat as they head off to war now and Plo Koon being like ....Wolffe....did your cat just use the Force???

Ahh I'm so glad!! That fic is one that I have a huge soft spot for - it's precisely the sort of cracky plot treated semi-seriously that I love, and animal transformation in general is always fun, but particularly when those involved just roll with things.

[clonemommy]

The first Look

Summary: Helena and the 13. Sky Corps meet for the first time and receive their first mission.

Words: 4.4k

Author's note: I'm kinda pleased with this - but I'll probably change some things over time. I hope I didn't mess up the logic, but I'm just so tired sooo.. I'll have a look tomorrow

The golden evening dawned gently over the endless skyline of Coruscant; the city lights cast a warm glow on the landing platform of the Jedi Temple. Plo Koon stood quietly and erectly, his hands clasped behind his back, as he looked at Helena standing opposite him. She seemed almost delicate in her light Jedi robes, but her brown-green eyes revealed the moment’s seriousness. ‘Helena, my Padawan,’ Plo Koon began in his deep, warm voice. ‘Even though you no longer bear that title, in my heart, you always will be. It’s hard for me to let you go, but I know the galaxy needs you. You’re ready.’ Helena smiled at him lovingly, her voice soft and full of respect. ’Master Plo... I owe everything I am to you. Your patience and wisdom have made me the Jedi I am today. I won’t disappoint you.’ Plo Koon inclined his head slightly, his eyes radiating warmth and care behind the mask.

‘Disappointment was never an option, Helena. I have complete faith in you. You will go your way, guided by the Force. But don't forget to take care of yourself.’ Helena smiled and nodded, her voice in a gentle, playful tone. ‘I promise you, Master, I’ll take care of myself. But only if you do the same and ensure Wolffe behaves.’ A soft laugh escaped Plo Koon’s lips. “A fair deal. I’ll make sure that Wolffe behaves. Even if that might be a bigger challenge than a fight against Grievous.” Helena laughed softly, her eyes shining with affection. ‘I’m sure you’ll manage, Master. Wolffe needs your patience more than anyone. Tell the Wolfpack that I’m thinking of them.’ A moment of silence fell, broken only by the gentle rustling of the wind. Both sensed the unspoken bond that united them and knew this farewell would stay with them for a long time.

Plo Koon placed a hand on Helena’s shoulder, his voice a quiet expression of paternal warmth. ‘May the Force be with you, Helena.’ Helena looked him firmly in the eye, her voice soft but determined. ‘May the Force be with you, Master Plo.’ She turned and walked up the ramp of the waiting transport ship, followed by two Coruscant troopers in silent watchfulness. Before she entered the ship, she stopped once more, turned around, and bowed deeply to her Master. Plo Koon bowed as deeply, his gesture full of respect and esteem. A last smile flitted across Helena’s face, her eyes shining with unspoken feelings before she entered the ship. The ramp closed with a soft hiss that broke the silence, and the ship lifted off, floating into the golden expanse of the Coruscant sky. Plo Koon remained behind, his hands still clasped behind his back. He followed the ship with his eyes as it continued to move further and further away until it finally disappeared into the distance. Quietly, almost in a whisper, he murmured, ‘May the Force be with you, my Padawan.’

-

Once in orbit, my gaze immediately falls on the massive cruiser waiting for me, silent and menacing like a lurking predator. The Invictus hovers motionlessly in space, its overwhelming size, yet it exudes an almost serene calm. As our ship approaches, I watch every movement from the cockpit, my eyes fixed on the bridge. As the massive hangar deck opens, we glide into the metal hall. From a distance, I can see a massive gathering of clone troops. And immediately, five familiar colour patterns caught my eye because I had already seen them in the report of the Sky Corps. In the front row are soldiers in black and grey armour. They form a wall that appears almost impenetrable, protecting and preserving what is behind it. They seem to swallow up and absorb all the light in the hanger. Behind this wall, however, four beautiful colour schemes greet me: the left block is like a meadow in late summer, and dark green armour adorns the rows of soldiers. The block beside it shows a stark contrast—ice-blue armour, as cold as the winters on Orto Plutonia. The next block is the complete opposite; the fiery red armour forms a sea of flames and boiling lava.

On the other hand, the block on the far right is completely different from the previous three. A Viollet, as seen on the kings and queens of the finest nobility, stands there in rank and file with a rare elegance. They all look stunning. The colours are unusual, even if they are not the first of their kind in the clone army. The green has a much deeper and darker radiance than the 41st Elitelegion. The blue is much harder and colder than that of the 501st. The red is much more aggressive than that of the Coruscant Guard. And the violet was much more pompous than the 187th Legion. They were fascinating and, in my eyes, beautiful. A moment of pride overcomes me, as I can now call this my troops. Not to mention that my new Commander, Shade, makes me feel it, too. I barely finished my thoughts when the ship came to a stop. The ramp opens. ‘Good luck, General.’ The pilots turn to me one more time. ‘Thank you.’ I say a brief and concise goodbye and then leave the ship. The cool air of the hangar surrounds me instantly, and my bones shake. But I will not show any weakness in front of these soldiers for the sake of mine and theirs. They deserve a leader who can prove himself and does not shiver because of cold air. The ship behind me takes off and leaves the hangar again, and at that moment, I start walking. My step was firm and determined, heading towards the wall of black-grey armour. The ground beneath my feet was firm, and with every step I took, the presence of the Hellfire Legion around me grew. The wall now seemed even more powerful and stable as it stood directly before me. At that moment, behind the troops, a door opened at the other end, and five clones emerged. The one in front, in black armour, walks ahead, hands clasped behind his back. Behind him, on the left side, is green armour; next to it, it is blue, then red, and on the right side, it is purple. All five are equipped with visors, kamas and shoulder pauldrons. In addition, their rank is marked on their chest.

Commanders, no question. Shade is, of course, at the front. As the marshal commander, he is my right hand. However, it could be challenging to teach him that. And behind him: Viper, Frost, Havoc and Hawk. They have been at Shade’s side since the beginning, fighting hand in hand on the battlefield. Each has their unique area of expertise, making them an invincible weapon. They are a team, and I certainly agree that a Jedi would only throw them off track. So that means it’s five to one. The thought makes me feel queasy. Especially when you consider that we are still running towards each other. We are getting closer and closer until we finally... stop. Standing in the middle of the hanagar, we face each other for the first time. Their presence is overwhelming, their posture full of discipline and power. They are a good head taller than I am, and their helmets look down on me. You would think the helmets would protect a shooter from the looks thrown at you, but the helmets alone look at least as threatening—especially the helmet right in front of my eyes.

He was the centre of this place, the darkness in this sea of colours. His armour seemed to absorb even more of the light in the hangar. It was black, almost like the night itself, with a presence that seemed to suffocate even the room. Everything around him was suddenly a bit darker as if his presence had plunged the entire hangar into shadow. His posture was perfect, as straight as a die—an image of severity and discipline.

Then, suddenly, a sharp order broke the silence: ‘Attention!’ In a single, fluid movement, the rows of clones began to form. They were now standing even more attentively. Any order given could set them in motion. Shade is aware of this and has no problem demonstrating it.

‘General,‘ he said with an undertone that almost sounded like a challenge.

‘Commander,’ I replied calmly, without hesitation. It wasn’t a reaction to his tone but an observation of my attitude. His games would not influence me.

Shade seemed to pause for a moment as if testing the waters. But instead of intimidating me, it only strengthened my resolve. I was here to lead and would do so no matter what he tried.

‘General,’ he began in a rough voice that lacked all politeness, ’I assume you’ve already rehearsed your speeches. Spare me the speech.’

His words did not come as a surprise, but their sharpness was impressive nonetheless. I raised my chin slightly to answer him directly: ‘I’m not here to make speeches, Commander. I’m here to ensure that our missions are successful.’

Shade didn't move a muscle. Instead, he lowered his arms only to fold his hands behind his back. ‘Missions, yes. And how many battles have you watched from the bridge of a Jedi cruiser? Or better yet – how many times have you given orders that have cost us our lives?’

I held his gaze, or rather, the blank expression of his helmet. His provocation was challenging, but I didn’t let it rattle me. ‘As many times as it took to win. And how many times did you disobey orders because you thought you knew better?’

His posture stiffened for a moment before he growled softly – a sound almost lost in the hum of the machines in the hangar. ‘Better judgement is the reason my Corps still exists. I take orders that make sense, General. Not because they come from someone swinging a lightsaber.’

The contempt in his voice was unmistakable. I took a step closer and stood directly in front of him. ‘And I suppose that’s because you believe no one could understand what you’ve been through? That only you know what’s right for the men under your command?’

Shade laughed briefly, a bitter, rasping sound. ‘Understand? You, General? You have no idea what it’s like to lose men every damn day because someone in a Jedi Council seat decided that a planet was worth more than we are.’

His words were heavy and charged the room with an almost tangible tension. Nevertheless, I held my ground against his onslaught. ‘You are not the only one who knows loss, Commander. But I am here to make sure that there are fewer of them. Whether you believe it or not.’

He stared at me for a moment, motionless like a statue, before gesturing to his men almost casually. ‘We’ll see. I don’t need promises. I need results.’

Shade turned slightly to the side and nodded at Viper. The Commander in the deep green armour took a confident step forward. His armour glowed like the skin of a snake. Only now have I noticed the matching snake pattern. Scale over scale covered the armour and made him look like he was wearing a snake’s skin as armour. In keeping with this, two large fangs were drawn on the visor of his helmet. Every step he took made the tense atmosphere even more intense.

‘CC-8965, Commander Viper,’ he introduced himself, his voice sharp and concise like a knife blade.

‘The Fang Legion is specially designed for fast and deadly attacks. We are like a shadow in the jungle; when we strike, the enemy dies before realising what happened. We prefer small, highly mobile units that leave no trace.’

I was visibly impressed and let it show: ‘It’s amazing how well these men fit into the Legion in terms of their movements and charisma. It’s hard to imagine how well they fight under your leadership.’

Viper barely flinched, but I could see a hint of pride in his stance as he replied, ‘That’s the plan. Only the best come through with us.

‘The Fang Legion is impressive, but why a snake? What inspired you to choose that motif?’

Before Viper could answer, Havoc, who was standing behind him, mockingly shouted, ‘Because he’s just as venomous as a snake.’ Frost, behind him, added, ‘And just as devious.’

I was surprised by the teasing. On the other hand, Shade seemed less so, as he didn’t want to comment on it. I could hear Viper growl softly before he finally fell into line.

Shade nodded slightly and turned his attention to Frost. The Commander in the ice-blue armour stepped forward, his movements calmer but equally controlled. Here, too, I noticed new details. The pattern of ice shards spread over his armour, almost like a frozen sheet of ice.

‘CC-6347, Commander Frost. The Frostbite Legion requires patience,’ Frost began in his calm, almost monotone voice. ’Our tactic is to wear down the enemy step by step. We favour the long-term attack, in which we weaken the enemy as much as possible until he finally gives in. Our strategy is based on control and precision, not brute Force.’

I listened carefully and looked at the Frostbite Legion. Their armour was also decorated with ice-blue markings that impressed me. ‘I imagine you are very effective in this form,’ I finally said, without taking my eyes off Frost. Frost just nodded and said nothing more.

Then Shade turned his attention to Havoc, who was moving forward slowly. His fiery red armour looked even more imposing up close. The flames on it depicted him as a wildfire. Havoc radiated a hardness shaped not only by training but also by survival.

‘CC-8080, Commander Havoc,’ he introduced himself, his voice deep and powerful. ’The Inferno Legion specialises in operations in the worst possible scenarios. We go where no one else wants to go – and we come out again, no matter what it costs. When you need us, General, you can be sure there’s no other way.’

His words carried a weight that was impossible to ignore. Havocs tone was a mixture of challenge and respect. Finally, he stepped back, folded his arms, and held his ground with the calmness of a man accustomed to difficult situations.

Last to step forward was Hawk. His violet armour is as beautiful as the finest garment, and his movements as smooth as those of a monarch who never bows his head.

‘CC-9142, Commander Hawk,’ he began, his voice calm but not rude. ’I lead the Hawks Talon Legion. We are flexible,’ Hawk explained calmly. ’We adapt to whatever is necessary. A fixed plan should not limit our strategy. We rely on quick reactions and precise attacks tailored to the circumstances. Our strength lies in our adaptability.’

‘I see,’ I said, looking at the Legion. “Your adaptability is remarkable. And I imagine it gives you an advantage.’

‘It is our philosophy,” Hawk replied with a slight nod. ’That is all.’

With that, he, too, stepped back into line, his posture as controlled as before.

Shade allowed a moment of silence to pass before speaking again. ‘These are your men, General. They are the backbone of this Corps, and each of them leads their troops with a precision and discipline that you won’t find anywhere else.’

His gaze wandered over the Commanders before returning to me. "Don’t forget: only success counts here. Every mistake you make reflects on us. And I won’t allow anyone – not even a Jedi – to weaken this Corps.’

It was a blunt and direct warning, and it was clear that Shade had no patience for weakness or carelessness. I took his words with stoic calm and nodded slightly.

‘I expect nothing less than excellence, Commander,’ I replied, my voice calm but firm. “And I will do my part to ensure we achieve every success together. I am here to fight – and lead.’

Shade studied me for a moment before grunting a short, disparaging grunt. ” We’ll see.’

A brief moment of silence fell until Shade finally commanded, ‘Hellfire Legion, attention!’ In the next second, Viper, Frost, Havoc, and Hawk fell into step with me, giving way to the Hellfire Legion troopers of Shade’s Legion, who marched up and stopped immediately before us.

The Hellfire Legion clones were unmistakable – their dark, battle-scarred armour and grey accents made them look like a unit straight out of a nightmare. They stood still, with a discipline that bordered on ruthlessness.

Shade turned to me as he began: ‘This, General, is the Hellfire Legion – my unit. They are not just part of the 13th Sky Corps but the core of our operations. Their reputation precedes them. And yes, they have earned it.’

He paced in front of the formation. ‘These men are the best and most brutal that the Republic has to offer. They carry out what others dare not even plan. If there is a nightmare for the enemy, these men are at the forefront of it.’

‘Everyone in this legion knows that mistakes will not be tolerated,’ Shade continued, his voice darker and more menacing. “And everyone here is willing to die for the success of the mission. Because success is all that matters.’

I raised an eyebrow. ”Results matter, Commander, I’m not disputing that. But a good leader knows how to preserve resources – including soldiers – for long-term success.’

‘Resources?’ He repeated, and the distortion caused by the helmet lent a dangerous undertone to his voice. “You call them resources? Interesting. I wouldn’t have thought that you were so pragmatic.’

‘I call them resources because that’s what they are, Commander,” I replied, keeping my voice firm. ’But I also respect them as people – something I’m not sure you do.’

There was a moment of silence, the other Commanders standing motionless like statues, but I sensed their tense attention. Shade’s posture stiffened a little. ‘Respect will not win us victories, General. Tactics, determination and sacrifice will.’

‘That may be, Commander,’ I said, my voice a little cooler now. “But respect makes the men under your command follow you because they want to, not because they have to. That’s the difference between a soldier and a weapon.’

He tilted his head slightly, a barely noticeable movement. ”An interesting perspective, General. I’m curious how you plan to prove this theory in practice.’

‘And I am curious, Commander,’ I replied, ’how much better this Legion can be when we combine your tactics and my leadership.’

The tension in the air was palpable, but Shade finally took a step back as if he wanted to end the conversation for now. The Commanders behind him remained silent, but I couldn’t shake the impression that they had registered every word – and that this duel of words had more effect than they were willing to admit. I decide to end the discussion.

‘I see men who are willing to give their all. That’s good – because that’s exactly what I expect. I will not fail, and I will ensure that we win every battle ahead of us together. There is no other option.’

And then he took off his helmet. A face like millions of others in this army. Short brown hair, visibly shorter on the sides than regulated, brown eyes, a warm skin colour. A scar adorned his lower lip, curved into a slight, slightly mocking smile. ‘Good,’ he said curtly. ‘Then prepare yourself, General. War waits for no man.’ He saluted. The commanders saluted. The entire hangar saluted. And so did I. My men. My 13th Sky Corps.

A brief moment of silence fell, our words echoing in the cool air of the hangar. Then he turned around and shouted with sharp authority, ’ Legion, prepare!’

The clones moved as one single organism. Black, green, blue, red and violet rows broke ranks, marched with flawless precision to predetermined positions and disappeared into the corridors leading deeper into the cruiser. Shade stopped briefly, then turned back to me.

‘Follow me, General. It’s time you saw what the Hellfire Legion is all about.’

Without waiting for an answer, he started walking. I didn’t hesitate and followed him, my thoughts clear and focused. The confrontation was over, but I knew this was just the beginning. The real challenge lay in the battles ahead of us and the balance between Shade’s ruthless leadership and the ideals I embodied as a Jedi.

As we walked the metallic corridors of the Invictus, I felt the weight of the eyes that followed us. The Hellfire Legion soldiers watched me with curiosity and scepticism, their movements precise and their faces hidden under their helmets. But there was an almost tangible loyalty in their attitudes – not to me, but to Shade.

I was determined not to undermine this loyalty but to use it for the common cause. Because no matter how cold Shade was, no one could deny that his Legion was one of the most efficient and deadly forces the Republic had to offer. And I would learn to work with them.

-

Shade has already received our first mission that we would lead as a unit. The bridge of the Invictus was quiet, almost eerie, as I looked at the assembled clones before me. Shade stood with his usual posture, almost like a statue, while his eyes moved across the holography. The commanders were standing around us—Frost, Viper, and the remaining leaders of the 13th Sky Corps—all ready to play their part. The room was filled with tension that hung heavily in the air.

I took a step forward, closer to the display showing the planetary coordinates of Vahora III. The map showed a dense, rugged jungle landscape stretching to the coast. The enemy station was nestled between the mountains and the coastal belt. I pointed to the relevant places. ‘The station is located near the coast, protected by several outposts. We must take them out quickly without getting involved in a protracted conflict. Our task is to destroy the communications infrastructure and isolate the enemy.’

I let my words hang in the room while everyone listened intently. Shade nodded, almost like a mechanical automaton, his eyes fixed on the map. ‘The Hellfire Legion will lead the attack on the coastal town,’ he said with his usual coldness, ‘We eliminate the outposts and secure the station. No consideration for collateral damage. Fast, precise, brutal.’

It was his way of saying things. Without mercy, without room for doubt. And yet I knew that his cold-bloodedness was a strength. In such moments, when life-and-death decisions had to be made, only success counted. Everything else was secondary.

I turned to Frost. The man was always calm, almost imperturbable.

‘I will secure the mountain passes in the north with the Frostbite Legion. Should enemy reinforcements try to cross the mountain pass, we will intercept them. No one will escape from there. The road must remain clear for the Legion.’

His voice was calm, almost monotonous, but it had an unwavering determination. Frost was a clone you could always rely on—there was no doubt about his ability to do what was necessary.

Viper stepped forward, his voice sharp and focused. ‘The Viper’s Fang will neutralise the air defences in the east. Once air superiority is secured, we can effectively launch the ground assault with the support of air troops.’

His plan was simple and effective: neutralise, secure, and advance. It was the only way to survive in a war like this without being stopped by the separatists’ air force.

Shade, always the strategist who had everything in view, spoke again. ’The rest will stay on the Invictus. We’ll secure space and support the attack from above. We’ll be in a good position if we need to retreat.’

His words echoed in my ears as I imagined the scale of the operation. The plan was sophisticated, precise, a machine-like sequence in which nothing was left to chance. But something in me – something I couldn’t always put my finger on – wondered if we were prepared to pay the price.

‘What about the Shinies?‘ I asked, my voice a little sharper than I had intended. Shade seemed to have expected the question.

‘Staying on the Invictus,’ he replied coolly. ‘They’re not ready to prove themselves in this chaos. We can use them as a reserve in case we encounter something unforeseen. They're not part of this advance.’

I nodded, a little disappointed, but I knew it was the right decision. The Shinies weren’t ready yet. They were fresh and inexperienced, and this mission was not the moment for a first test. In my heart, I hoped they wouldn’t stay in the shadows for too long. Every clone deserved to prove himself. But not today.

‘Once we’ve neutralised the station, we’ll retreat to fend off reinforcements. But we have to be quick. No delays.’

I knew that the pace of the mission would be crucial. Every moment we waste puts us in greater danger. If we hesitated too long, the enemy could gain the upper hand, and this planet could turn against us.

‘Exactly,’ Shade added, his voice as firm as steel. ’We only have a small window. We eliminate the target and secure the retreat. No compromises.’

I took a last look at the display. The coordinates, enemy movements, and everything formed a clear picture. The destruction of Vahora III was not only a matter of annihilation but also of efficiency and rapid retreat.

‘It will be fast and brutal,’ I said, my eyes fixed firmly on the clones, who were now all taking their places. ‘Everyone knows what to do. May the Force be with us.’

And with that, the plan was set. The attack would begin. I could feel the tension in the air, the unmistakable knowledge that, at this moment, we were all not only warriors but also parts of a precisely coordinated mechanism. There was no choice, only the urge to move forward. Soon, Vahora III would be engulfed in fire and destruction. And only the unstoppable brutality of the 13th Sky Corps could ensure that the plan was carried out.

‘Now,’ I said. ’Execute the mission.’

[seven-oomen]

No but seriously I cannot get the idea of the clones as space cowboys out of my head.

So here's an idea I have to continue the saga of Cal Kestis and the clones.

After the clone wars end, the nightmare doesn't fully end for the clones. They don't have any rights, they're not considered citizens, they only have each other as a people, and public opinion of them isn't very high.

Mandalore doesn't want them. They're not welcome on many planets, despite the clones giving everything to protect them.

Sure Palpatine is dead, order 66 has been stopped in its tracks. And the jedi order, while dealing with horrendous public opinion, still stands.

But then there's the Koboh system, largely unexplored and uninhabited except by a few prospectors and raiders. As long as you contribute, you're welcome there.

So what do many clones do? They move to Koboh.

Obi-Wan and Cody take Cal (12 years old at that point) and bring him to Koboh. Several members of the 212th like Waxer, Boil, and Wooley went with them. Along with the bad batch (hunter, crosshair, tech, wrecker, echo, and 12 year old Omega), Fives (because he's not leaving his Podtwin Echo), Jango & Boba Fett, Bly & Aayla Secura, Shaak Ti and several cadets of varying ages, Plo Koon and his wolf pack, Commander Mayday, and Greez Dritus.

Together with Doma they build the Ramblers Reach outpost to a lively little town where the community thrives.

Meanwhile Fox escapes to Alderaan with his corrie brothers. And he gets to live out his life with the Organas and their adopted daughter, who calls Fox buir.

Rex lives his life on Naboo, aiding Padmé in the fight for clone rights in the senate and setting up a system where he finds suitable planets for his vods to inhabit.

Anakin and Padmé are still married, they live on Naboo with the twins, Luke & Leia, and with Ahsoka. Who is adopted into the family as Anakin's little sister. Anakin never goes Darkside.

Meanwhile Cal, Boba, and Omega live out there best lives on Koboh creating mayhem and being around so many of their bavodu'e. The sheer chaos these three can create is known planet wide.

Obi-Wan and Cody enjoy their married life. Cody, along with several ex commanders and Crosshair have taken the responsibility of town protection on them.

Hunter hunts with Mosey when he can.

Wrecker watches the gremlin triplets, which doesn't really work because they rope him into things. But it's still better than when Fives watches them. We do not talk about the Rancor incident.

Bly & Aayla marry and have a few children of their own.

And that's what I have for now..it's almost 2 am, I need sleep.