#so you just gotta. be calm about it and allow the ccs their own time to handle it internally aswell

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Ok I finished this way quicker than I expected! I’m actually really happy with it

@sammi-doll483 @kris-styx I believe y’all wanted to be tagged in this?

3636 had been in over a dozen battles, numerous engagements, and countless near death experiences. But knocking on a Jedi generals door was still the most terrifying thing he experienced. Whenever his previous General, Pong Krell called him to his quarters at best it was orders for another mission that would get hundreds of people killed. Or at worst a lengthy berating over a small failure in the last mission that got hundreds of men killed. Did they move from position? Failure. Did they retreat? Failure? Did they engage the enemy without orders? Failure. It didn’t matter that their position was under heavy artillery fire, or that they were overwhelmed by a force ten times their size, or that the enemy was about to engage them.

But here he was again at the door of a Jedi. Although this wasn’t Krell, it was their new general, Plo Koon. Kel Dor. Jedi Master. Even though the commander and the rest of the battalion were still extremely uneasy around him, he couldn’t help pick up on some significant differences. Like how when passing the troops he would say “good morning”. Or how he actually congratulated a trooper on their marksmanship on the range. Something Krell would have seemed a mere expectation for a Clone.

Whatever this was about, certainly making General Koon wait would not help. 3636 took a deep breath, said a silent prayer to whatever or whoever cared enough to listen, and pressed the ring button. The door slid open, and sitting on a circular mat that hardly looked comfortable was Plo Koon.

“Good afternoon Commander, please come in” hearing his actual rank was still an adjustment. With Krell it was always “3636” or “CC 3636” or he would just bark orders to nobody in particular and expect them to figure out who it was for.

“CC 3636, reporting as ordered Sir”

“Please have a seat,” 3636 stood still and firm at attention.

“Uhm.. at ease.” The commander relaxed his body slightly and slid his right leg out a small distance.

“I’m not sure you’ll take the offer but it would make this conversation easier if you would sit down” Plos voice even through the rebreather felt oddly calm and assuring. He wasn’t sure sitting would make him more relaxed but if it eased the generals mind.., He wasn’t sure if he should sit cross legged like General Koon and elected to keep his feet on the floor. That would make any need for sudden movement easier. As he sat he noticed a scent stick burning on a nearby table. Noticing it, he noticed a sweet warm smell in the air that oddly seemed to lower his heart beat.

“I hope I’m not being hasty but I think I should get to the point of this meeting. I’ve noticed the men are, well they seem very uncomfortable since the transfer” Plo barely moved except his hands in small slow gestures.

“I accept responsibility for the troops performance, I’ll..” with a slow raise of his hand, Plo gently cut 3636 off.

“No, Commander,I’m not blaming you, or anyone. What I would like to know, is why this is, and how I can help”

The commander was nearly always ready with a response or answer to a superiors question, even if the answer was “no excuse”. But he wasn’t sure how to tell one Jedi that the reason his siblings were so terrified was that another Jedi practically beat that fear in them.

“I know it may be hard to believe but I do genuinely care about you and the Troops. It concerns me greatly that you all seem to be in so much emotional pain. You may be bred for war, but you still deserve to be happy”. 3636 had to look away, unless the general see his eyes moisten.

“It’s ok Commander, I’m listening”

“Well General, honestly it’s just how we’re trained. We’re so used to punishment we’ve come to expect it. Some of us have even become numb to it”

“Punishment from your previous General? Master Pong Krell?”

“Yes sir” For a moment Plos muscles visibly tensed as if reacting in shock and anger. Of course Jedi aren’t allowed to get angry.

“Thank you Commander. I know that was hard but you have done your men and possibly more a great service. I will be sure to speak of this to the Council.” If the Commander wasn’t so well disciplined he might have hugged him.

“Before I go on, Commander, there’s a small but frankly important matter. I know it may not fit into military protocol but I can’t keep calling you commander and CC number is well out of the question. Even droids get names”

“It would be nice to have a name but I’m not sure what I would be called.” 3636 was relaxing more and more. This new general was most different.

“I may have a suggestion. I see how protective you are of the Troops, like a

wolf. What if I called you Wolffe ?” The Clone considered the name for a moment.

“‘No need to decide now. What I’d really like to discuss is how we might ease the men’s hearts and minds. I know many of the Troops in other units frequent the bars on Coruscant to relieve stress. Perhaps a trip outside the base might help?”

“Maybe in time sir, but I’m not sure they’re ready for crowds and loud noise.” Never did 3636 think he would not only counter a generals words but actually be encouraged to do so.

“Hmm you may be very right. Perhaps something less, intensive?” Plo stroked his chin or rather his mask thoughtfully.

“I may have an idea, General”

“Please. You know them better than I do”

“During our training, some of the instructors taught us how to paint our armor to make it more distinctive and to help build a sense of community. For many of us it was the most enjoyable and relaxing trainings we received. Maybe we could have the men paint their armor as a way to ease their anxiety and feel more like individuals. We could even have them make a logo and tell them it’s for tactical reasons. That way they feel less suspicious about the idea” This was probably the most 3636 had spoken to well anyone in while.

“I think that’s a great idea. Is there anyone who might be able to take charge of such a project?” General Plo sounded just as ecstatic as the Clone was.

“Actually I think I know the perfect person. 2827. The instructors were very impressed with his painting skills and he even helped some of the other Troopers.”

“Then he sounds like the man for the job. Call him in, if you would, please” Plo was already standing up as the Commander contacted the Trooper. They didn’t wait long before the bell rang. Plo activated the door and invited the waiting Clone in.

If 3636 was on edge when he first came in, 2827 was practically hanging on it by his fingernails

“Commander, General. You asked for me?”

“Yes Trooper. At ease.” 3636 decided it might be better if he started the conversation.

“The general and I have a very important task for you.” This clearly peaked his interest. At this Plo took over

“Your commander and I were just discussing ways to make the unit more efficient. Not that you and your comrades aren’t performing exemplarily. I’m constantly impressed. But if I’m honest distinguishing the 104th from other battalions is a bit of a challenge. So I’d like you to make an insignia for the battalion.”

“And it can’t just be numbers,” 3636 must be feeling more comfortable if he would dare interject when a general was speaking, “it’s gotta let the Seppies know who they’re dealing with”

“Well said Commander. And I’m sure the Trooper is more than up to the task”

“Absolutely, I don’t think there’s a better man for the job” The commander did something he rarely did, he smiled.

“Well Trooper, you have your orders. Can you do it?” Plo didn’t think he would say no, but wanted him to at least feel it was his choice.

“Yes general. I won’t let you down”

“I know you won’t, brother. Dismissed” 3636 gave him one of the most genuinely respectful salutes he ever rendered

“Yes commander” 2827 was heading to the door, a slight spring in his step

“Oh and Trooper”

“Yes commander?”

“Call me Wolffe. Feel free to tell the others too”

Three days later and 2827 was running down the corridor toward Wolffe.

“Commander Wolffe! Is General Plo around? Have you seen him?”

“Take a breath Trooper. He’s actually heading this way” Wolffe hadn’t seen any of his Troops this excited since they completed training.

“Good. It’s done. I finished designing the insignia for the battalion!”

“That is good. Here’s the General now.” Both Troopers came to attention and greeted Plo with a salut which he returned. Something Krell never did..

“Good morning gentlemen. Commander Wolffe, you have the recommendations for promotion? “

“I do General. But actually, Trooper 2827 has the design ready for us.”

“By all means, let’s see it!” Plo showed about as much excitement as a Jedi could. 2827 opened up a folder he had been holding and revealed the image it had contained; a gray wolfs head.

“I thought that if the Commander was a Wolffe, we would be his Wollfe Pack. If that’s appropriate, sir” The Trooper beamed with cautious pride

“It’s very appropriate Trooper. I’m very proud of you and you should be too” Wolffes normally gruff voice cracked a little. Luckily Plo stepped in so he could wipe the dust from his eyes

“This is very excellent work Trooper. You have great skill with a paint brush. Hmm how would you like that to be your name; Brush?”

“I-I like that very much” 2827, or Brush, rather would probably have been just as thrilled if his name was Toast

“Very good then. Well it looks like we have some painting to do then. Requisition some art supplies and tell the Troopers to meet in the training hall. Commander, I think these promotions can wait, don’t you?”

“Definitely general.”

“And Brush, I hope you’ll be kind enough to assist me with my own art.”

“I’d be honored” Brush and Wolffe shared a silent look that let eachother know thinsgs were going to be much better from now on.

[invaderzia1]

Of Course You’re Cute (Hanji Zoe X Fem!Reader) (Modern Au)

You finally had a day off.

Usually, you loved your job. Everyone you worked with was amazing, you had a passion for it, and you didn’t have to deal with shitty customers, so you couldn’t really complain. But recently work had been kicking your ass. Hard core. You hadn’t had a true day off in weeks, even on your weekends you got stuck having to do something work related. It was driving you insane.

Today you had decided to go full out with relaxed. Messy hair, pajamas still on, no bra relaxed. This is just what you needed today. Sitting on your couch you decided to watch whatever trash television came on, indulging yourself in whatever junk food you wanted. The only way that could make this better is if she could get Hanji to come join her, sadly that would not come true. Hanji still had to go into work today, so you were on your own today.

It was around 4 pm when you decided to make some late lunch for yourself. As you made your way to the kitchen you could feel your phone start going off, alerting you that someone was texting you. Check your phone you saw a familiar name on the screen.

Hanji Zoe💝

Smiling to yourself, you unlocked your phone and read they text, realizing how much you missed hearing from them. It was weird for you to not hear from them often throughout the day.

HZ: Hey girlie, just wanted to let u kno we missed u at work 2day. Didn’t feel as fun with out u :(

Your heart skipped a beat reading that text, Hanji always seemed to make you feel special like this. No wonder why you fell for them so hard. Quickly you texted them back.

(Y/N): I missed you too. While a day off is amazing I miss having my bestie here by my side :cc

Placing the phone on the table, you began to gather the ingrediants you needs to cook some noodles. Rather simple meal but you didn’t want to do much today. You went back to the fridge and retrieved a bottle of beer. Once the water was boiling and the pasta was put in the bowl, you set a timer and went back to the couch. Cracking open the beer, you began watching some weird show about fish tanks. You chugged a bit of the beer in order to truly enjoy this true masterpiece of a show.

By the time the alarm went off you had zoned out, getting really into this fish tank show, damn you animal planet. Walking back to the kitchen you took care of your noodles, ready to dig in as soon as possible. Just as you were about to head back to the couch, noodles in hand, someone knocked on your door.

Rolling your eyes, you placed the bowl of noodles down and went to see who was at the door. It was startling that someone was here since you weren’t expecting anyone. But when looking through the peephole you were greeted by the sight of Hanji, fresh out of work with a pack of their favorite beer in hand. You stood their for a second longer admiring Hanji and how nice they looked today. Their hair was up like usual but they were wearing a nice suit, one that seemed to appeal more to Hanjis androgynous side. You could appreciate Hanji like this forever. You snapped out of your thoughts quickly and opened the door for Hanji, allowing them inside.

“(Y/N)!!!!” Hanji threw themselves on you, crushing you in their embrace. You couldn’t help but laugh at Hanjis over the top hug. God, did you miss them. The door closed behind Hanji with a loud bang.

“I can’t believe you came to see me, I was only gone for one day!!” You said, acting like you didn’t love them being here.

Hanji pulled themself off you and placed their hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes with a lovely smile plastered on their face. “How am I supposed to enjoy my day when I don’t get to see my favorite person!! And you can’t be angry with me when I brought beer for us.” Hanji began dragging you through the apartment, right over to the couch. “What were you up to? I hope you weren’t thinking of me too much!” They said playfully.

‘Oh Hanji, you never leave my mind....’ you thought to yourself.

“Oh watching some weird shows on tv and I just made some noodles for myself,” suddenly remembering your noodles your eyes widened and you jump off the couch running to them, “MY NOOOOODLES”. They sat alone and cold where you had left them. You ran back to the couch and placed your noodles on the table in front of you.

“HAHA YOU ARE TOO CUTE SOMETIMES, OH MY GOD!!” Hanji was in hysterics over your antics and wait a minute, did they just call you cute??? You felt your cheeks redden at the thought of Hanji thinking your cute, especially now.

“Pffft, me, cute?? Have you seen me?” You said trying to be playful and poke at Hanjis comment.

This seemed to shut Hanji up however. They looked over at you with an Intense gaze. “Of course I mean your cute, your my favorite thing to look at.” Hanji had taken a seriously tone with this statement, which was unnerving for them.

You felt all attention on you and began to feel embarrassed. Looking away from Hanjis gaze you said in soft voice, “you don’t mean that, your just saying it cuz we are best friends.” You tried your best to make it seem like you were not upset with the possibility that Hanji was just saying this, but it did hurt. It hurt so much thinking that Hanji didn’t feel the same about you.

Hanji stood up and kneeled down in front of you, placing their hand under you jaw to make you look at them. Their face was serious. “No, I mean it. Your my favorite thing to look at, I wish I never had to stop looking at you. You are my favorite everything. I want you to be mine.”

Your eyes widened in shock as the words left Hanjis lips. You couldn’t believe it, this was almost like a dream come true. No. This was a dream come true.

Being unable to find your voice in that moment, you wrapped your arms around them and kissed their lips. Almost immediately you could feel Hanji throw their arms around you, holding you close to them as they kissed back with as much passion and want as you. The kiss lasted for 30 seconds but you wished you could continue forever.

Hanji looked at your face, bringing a hand up to move some of your hair out of your face, then laughing. No, this wasn’t Hanji being rude, this was Hanji laughing in relief that their long time love had accepted and returned their feelings. Their laugh as contagious, making (y/n) join in with them.

Once the laughing calmed down they looked back into eachothers eyes, smiling as they realized how good it was to realize that the other felt the same.

“So, I guess we gotta start going on some dates now, huh (nickname)?”

“Oh shut up and watch this stupid fish tank show with me, ya dork”