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Cody x reader Summary: The next time Cody spots you, he’s in a much better mood. Good enough that he decides to brave asking you out. Word Count: 2,5k C/W: none, Boil and Waxer are the ones being little shits this time A/N: finally finished the pt.2 for this fic!! Highly recommend you read the first one first as it is referenced a couple times. P.S may or may not be thinking of a pt.3 👀

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

The next time Cody spotted you, it was quite a few rotations later. 42 full standard rotations to be exact. Not that he’d been keeping count or anything.

He has sitting in the mess hall of the Resolute, Waxer and Boil playfully bickering on the bench in front of him. He tuned them out, doing a lazy survey of the tables. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, troopers laughing and joking together through mouthfuls of rations.

It had been another joint mission with the 501st. One that run much smoother than last time. What was supposed to be a good 2 months worth of mission had ended up getting wrapped up in a little under a month, with no need for reinforcements and minimal casualties - which would explain the good moods.

A tiny part of him almost wished he had sustained some sort of injury. Just a small one, enough to warrant him a trip to visit you in the med bay. But he’d quickly squashed down that idea. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but every time his thoughts strayed to you they were getting more and more idiotic.

He shakes his head, continuing his glance around the room before doing a double take when he reaches the medic table. Talk of the devil.

There you are, sitting next to Kix and smiling that same cheeky smile that had been playing on repeat in his head since he'd last seen you in the med-bay. Kix leans over to whisper something in your ear and Cody watched as you snort, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching up in an irritatingly cute way. Adorable.

A group of troopers walks into his line of vision, blocking you momentarily from his sight and effectively breaking his trance. He blinks a couple times, running a hand through his hair and lowering his gaze to the table in front of him.

Kriff, he needed to get a grip. You were gonna think he was some kind of creep staring at you from across the room like that.

He turns, trying to shift his focus on whatever Boil and Waxer are bickering about. Something about binders? He manages to catch a few sentences before his mind is straying again, eyes shifting to zero in on you before he can help it.

It was like you caught him in some sort of tractor beam, keeping him stuck on you and slowly slowly reeling him in.

You laugh at something Kix says, throwing your head back. Your neck is exposed and his eyes are drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It looks so soft, so delicate. He licks his lips subconsciously. How would it feel if he were to kiss it? suck it? What sounds would you make if he were to just graze his teeth-

" -mander, Commander!" Waxers hand waving in front of his face breaks his trance, shaking his head slightly to clear it.

Fuck, he'd been staring again.

He runs a hand through his head to ground himself, blinking a couple times before looking back up. He’s greeted by the sight of Boil and Waxer’s matching teasing smiles staring straight back at him.

He narrows his eyes at them suspiciously “What’re you two looking at?”

Boil smirks, sharing a look with Waxer who just shrugs, grinning “I think the more important question is who were you looking at Commander?"

Cody scoffs, rolling his eyes, but doesn’t deny it. They try again, Boil speaking up this time.

“So.. Who’s the poor sap you’re trying to kill with that death glare?

“It wasn’t a death glare” Cody grumbles, tilting his head to pointedly face Boil before uttering the next words “Although I can sure think of someone else who might be asking for one right about now.”

Boil seems unphased by the threat though, grinning as Waxer leans forward excitedly

“Aha! So you admit it, you were staring.”

“I wasn’t staring.” Cody grits out, crossing his arms in front of his chest “I was just… observing”

Boil raises an eyebrow, smiling teasingly “Observing?”

“Yeah. Observing.”

Waxer rolls his eyes, realising Cody isn’t going to give in - so he shifts to a different tactic “Okay… Fine, who were you observing so intently then?”

Just as Cody goes to roll his eyes, he faintly hears your laugh again, head tilting against his will until he can just peek around Boil's shoulder to catch a glimpse of your smile. You’re so pretty when you laugh.

Boil and Waxer both follow his gaze, twisting in their seats. Waxer chuckles, looking at Cody over his shoulder “The medic? From the 501st?”

As if you can hear them, Cody he watches in horror as you turn, startling slightly upon finding three troopers watching you from across the tables. You recover quickly though, eyes lighting up when you recognise the grumpy commander among them, raising your hand to send him a wave.

He cringes, raising his hand in an awkward half-wave, half-salute like he can’t quite decide which one is more appropriate.

You giggle, leaning over to excuse yourself from Kix before sliding out of your seat and heading towards his table.

Immediately, he stiffens, panic rising more and more as you get closer to the table. Kriff what if you’d noticed him staring? What was he supposed to say to that?

All thoughts screech to a halt when you come to a stop across the table from him, giving him one of those devastatingly adorable smiles. Fuck.

“Commander Cody” you greet him, giving him a small salute, cheeky smile still on your face.

With the way he's staring at you, anyone would think you'd just caught him falsifying reports or something. So you raise your hands in mock surrender.

“No need to looks so scared y’know, I promise I don’t have any needles on me this time."

He rolls his eyes, smiling despite himself.

“What’s this about needles?” a voice pipes up next to you and you turn, jumping slightly at seeing two troopers in 212th armour looking up at you from their seats.

You glance back at Cody, questioning look on your face. Cody takes the hint, nodding towards the two men as he introduces them to you.

“These are Waxer” you turn to look at the trooper he’s pointing to, smiling when he send you an excited wave

“And Boil” the second clone raises his cup in greeting, giving you a small nod.

The first one, Waxer you think, stretches out his hand for a handshake, smiling brightly “That’s us. Finest men of the 212th, at your service ma’am”

You accept the hand shake, chuckling when you hear Cody muttering under his breath "One time, I said that one time."

So you weren’t the only one who enjoyed getting on the Commander’s nerves. Good to know.

“Mind if I sit?”

Cody shrugs, waving his hand towards the benches in what you assume is a gesture of permission. You lift a leg to climb into the seat, stopping when you realise the two troopers are still sitting there, effectively taking up most of the space.

Cody frowns, turning to look pointedly at his men

“Don’t you two… Have somewhere to be?’”

“Nope.” Boil says, popping the p for emphasis, his brother next to him shaking his head in agreement. Cody's scowl deepens, raising a brow at both of them

“Well I suggest you find something to do before I choose it myself. Latrine duty’s been looking real empty for a while-”

Before you can blink, both men shoot up out of their seats, helmets tucked neatly under their arms.

“On second thought, we have that thing, don't we Waxer?”

You watch amused as his counterpart frowns, eyes widening in realisation when his brother gives him a sharp elbow to the ribs “Oh. Oh right yes… that thing. How could we forget.”

Their commander watches, unamused as they give him a salute, turning to you to give you a nod (and a wink from Waxer) before hurrying away together towards the doors.

You giggle, sliding into the seat and watching them disappear around the corner before looking back at the man in front of you. He's already staring straight back at you, and it makes you stomach flip pleasantly.

“They're funny.”

Cody grunts, rolling his eyes for what feels like the 6th time “They're a pain in my ass, that's what they are”

“I doubt anyone is ever not a pain in your ass Commander.” you smile, winking playfully “Except maybe me.”

“Especially you.”

You laugh merrily, not taking the comment to heart in the least. He watches again as your face lights up, eyes zeroing in of the crinkles on your nose as his stomach flutters uncomfortably. What the hell was wrong with him today?

He shifts in his seat, clearing his throat and quickly changing the subject.

“I though you said you were never going to bring up the needle incident again.”

You grin, tilting your head “Did I?”

He nods.

“You said, and I quote 'It’ll be our little secret’. Not much of a secret if you tell all my men.”

“Oh please, it was only two of them.”

“Trust me, telling Boil and Waxer is basically telling the whole GAR”

“Sorry, couldn't help it” You grin, not looking in the least bit sorry “It was too cute to resist.”

He scowls, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes

“…Cute?”

“Yeah, real cute”

“It was not cute, it was a moment of weakness.”

You shrug, grin only getting wider “Like I said, cute.”

Cody scoffs, but you don’t miss his cheeks warming just the slightest shade of pink “You're impossible.”

“Aww, thanks.” You quip back quickly, and he can't help the dumb smile pulling at the corners of his lips. You never missed a beat, and it was karking hot.

A surprisingly comfortable silence blankets the space between you before Cody clears his throat again.

“So… Got any plans for shore leave?” he asks, trying to keep him voice as neutral and nonchalan as he can.

It seems to work because you just shrug, hands fiddling with the cup on the table in front of you “Dunno, Kix was trying to convince me to head to 79’s with him and the boys.”

Cody perks up. 79’s was good, neutral ground, public enough that it would seem too obvious but still personal enough that he could get some one on one time with you. He shuffles forward in his seat, elbows leaning on the table

“And… Are you going?”

You glance up at him, narrowing your eyes teasingly “Why do you wanna know Commander?”

His lips part slightly, trying to think of a way to phrase it that didn’t make him seem too eager.

“Just wondering whether I should comm the Corries. Let them know to look out for trouble at 79’s tonight”

For a second, you look the tiniest bit crestfallen, like you were expecting a different answer.

But as quick as it's there, it already gone. Replaced by that fucking perfect smile that he's starting to get addicted to.

“No need Commander, I doubt I’ll be going anyway.”

Oh. Okay so definitely not the answer he was hoping for. He racks his brain, trying to think of a subtle way to pry further without seeming too eager.

He’s so lost in thought that he doesn't even notice his comm beeping until you look down at his wrist, pointing at it.

“Don’t you maybe wanna answer that?”

He frowns, confused before his brain catches up, quickly lifting his wrist to his mouth and clicking the comm line open.

“Cody here” he grumbles, still scowling slightly at being interrupted. Another clones voice crackles through the comm, smile evident even through the transmission.

“Commander, we have a uh… situation down at the barracks sir”

“What kind of situation?” Cody asks carefully

“A ‘Boil and Waxer’ situation sir” the clone replies, Cody’s brows furrowing deeper at the sound of snickering in the background “You’d uh... better come down here, Sir."

Cody sighs, long and loud, scrubbing a hand down his face before muttering a reply “I’ll be there in 5”

He clicks the transmission closed, lifting his gaze to send you an apologetic look, but is surprised to see you still looking at him with the same smile as before, not in the least annoyed.

“Those the two from before? The ‘pain in your ass?” you inquire, biting your lip to quell your giggle and he grunts, nodding in conformation.

“Unfortunately.”

You chuckle, placing two hands on the table to push yourself up from your seat “Well, I’ll let you get to it Commander. I’ll see you ‘round”

You send him one more cheeky smile, before swiveling on your heels and turning to leave. Just as you go to take a step, Cody reaches out to grasp your elbow, stopping you in your tracks.

You turn, brows furrowing in question and he swallows, gathering up the courage to ask the question that’s been on the tip of his tongue.

Swallowing down his pride he takes his his hand of your arm, licking his lips. Fuck it. If he can body-tackle droids in the battle field, then he could handle a little rejection.

“Maybe I’ll see you outside the GAR uniform next time. Say… 2100 hours at 79’s, tonight?”

You turn to face him fully, smirking and tilting your head as a teasing tone takes over your voice.

“Commander, are you… asking me out?”

He shrugs, but the way he's still looking at you expectantly, hands clasped together behind his back betrays his nervousness. The next grin you give him though, is so genuine and blinding that it immediately sweeps all the doubts from his mind.

“It would be my pleasure” You smile, giving him the same stupid exaggerated bow as you did last time in the med bay. This time though, he doesn’t even try to hide his smile, eyes crinkling as he shakes his head fondly.

“I’ll see you there, Cody”

You send him one last wink over your shoulder, before turning and heading towards the doors. He watches you go, eyes unable to tear away from the back of your head until you’d slipped past the doors and out of sight. He slumps down in the seat again, dumb smile still on his face even after you’ve gone.

Kriff, you were something else.

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Captain's Log: Chapter 1

Panic

Series Summary: The galaxy is in turmoil. The Republic has fallen, giving rise to the sinister reign of the totalitarian Empire, led by the insidious Emperor Palpatine. The millions of valiant clone troopers of the former Grand Army of the Republic are now blindly sworn, against their will, to protect a regime they once sought to destroy. After being saved from a terrible fate by his former-Jedi ally and close friend, Ahsoka Tano, seasoned veteran CT-7567 Clone Captain Rex remains loyal to the pillars of Democracy, freedom and truth that shaped the former Galactic Republic. We follow him now struggling to deal with the personal aftereffects of survival and finding his place in the galaxy alongside the only person he has left. You. The love of his life

[next] part of Captain's Log series post on ao3

Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used) Word Count: 3.1k words Series Rating: Explicit (18+ only) Chapter Summary: Something is wrong. The planet looks like it's on fire and he's been gone for weeks. You wait anxiously for a word from him, any word. But you aren't prepared for it when it comes. Any of it. Chapter Warnings: fire, hostile takeover, invasion, canon-typical violence, angst, mention of sexual situations, deep emotional trauma (let me know if there's anything else I should tag and I will update!)

Smoke. All I could see for miles was black, billowing, smoke from the once peaceful tower of the Jedi temple. Night was falling fast, the thick, black smoke covering what was left of the light of day on our planet. The light of the republic even.

Everything seemed wrong. Senator Amidala was as distressed as I’d ever seen her at the last senate meeting. Immediate and all-encompassing power was given to the Chancellor and although he was one of Padmé’s oldest and most trusted allies, she seemed deeply disturbed over all of it. He spewed what felt like utter nonsense about the Jedi. They had plotted to take over and tried to kill him in the process. There’s no way. Just no way that was true. I’d worked beside Jedi my entire life and considered them some of my closest personal friends and, in my case, a lifeline to protect my sworn secret. Him.

Tears welled in my eyes as I remembered the bone chilling silence from the usually talkative, raucous, and funny senate guard clones. It was as if their power had been switched off, like shutting down a droid. Commander Fox didn’t say as much as three words to me as I left to head back to my empty apartment. All I could think about was him. What’s happening? Why is everything dark? Why are all the clones I’d come to know through him so rigid, mechanical, and robotic all the sudden?

Republic gunships branded with the 501st signet I knew all too well, whizzed by with terrifying urgency, toward the Jedi temple. He wasn’t with them. There wasn’t much of an explanation about where he was going, but he was bursting with happiness and almost relief when he’d left. All I managed to gather was he was headed to Mandalore to meet Ahsoka again. One of our joint best friends and our most trusted confidant. She was MIA for a long time, having left the Jedi in the bravest, most unprecedented move I’d ever seen her kind make. Rex was heartbroken when she left and I didn’t blame him. She was like one of his own and he couldn’t understand how things went so bad so fast. He didn’t know if he’d ever see her again. That’s why when he got the call about going to help her, he didn’t hesitate to answer.

He seemed so full of hope then. But it all turned to smoldering ashes as I watched our hopes of leading a normal life go up in the same smoke that was burning the Jedi temple from the inside. Something was wrong. Deeply, powerfully, and dangerously wrong. Tears slid down my cheeks as I wondered if he knew. He was off world and with his best friends. He should be safe. But the way the senate clones acted toward me made the deepest part of my soul shudder in fear. He said he’d call as soon as he could. That was nearly two nights ago. I sat with the commlink in my lap, crying silently as the Republic we both fought so hard to build was crashing down around us.

We had our own frequency, something Ahsoka set up for us on a channel only she and General Skywalker used to use. It was pretty dormant now that she had left his side. She assured both Rex and I that it was safe. Password protected. But it was for emergencies only. I looked hopelessly out into the burning city, the usual flashes of speeder traffic and air transports eerily missing from the landscape as the rest of the Coruscanti citizens cowered in fear too. Now seemed like the kind of emergency Ahsoka meant. No sooner had I picked up the comm to enter in the frequency code did it start ringing in my hands. I scrambled to wipe my tears and regain my composure. I didn’t want to scare him, but I knew how horrible he’d feel if I was upset and he was too far away to do anything about it.

My name broke through the comm’s speakers, in a low whisper. But it wasn’t the familiar and loving-toned grit of Rex’s voice. It was Ahsoka’s.

“Ahsoka?” I asked in a deathly quiet whisper, barely audible.

“Yes. It’s me. Rex and I are ok.” Her usually strong and confident voice was trembling as she struggled to convince herself with her own words. I swallowed thickly. My instincts were right. If Ahsoka sounds like this, then something is wrong. It struck a shattering fear into my core.

I stared out into the battered landscape, the city I loved collapsing in a simmering blaze of destruction. Our way of life, our freedom, our Republic was dead. I whispered hoarsely, “the temple. It’s…burning.” I took in a shaky breath, waiting such a long time for a response that I thought the line had gone dead.

“Mesh’la.” His voice croaked out a word of affection he never used in front of his Jedi superiors. I choked out a relieved cry, the shaking in my hands easing the second I heard his voice. He was alive. Nothing else mattered right now.

“Rex.” I breathed out, no time for emotions in a situation like this “What do we do?” My heart was pounding, leaping into my throat as the fear in the pit of my stomach turned to adrenaline.

“Get a ship. Get off world. Grab only what you can take with you. I’ll send you my coordinates. I…” he coughed, a painful hissing sound emitting through gritted teeth. “I don’t think we can go back to Coruscant. It’s not safe there anymore.”

I sobbed, glancing around me at the apartment I loved so much wishing desperately that things were different. That all the time Rex and I spent here could continue on forever. But watching the world burn around me, the heinous stench of metal and ash and death told me that the dream of that life we wanted was dead. I have to make a choice. Leave everything behind and run to him or stay here and survive the chaos that was to come. The decision should’ve been hard. To leave my home planet, my job, my friends behind should’ve been a gut-wrenching choice. But it wasn’t. Wherever he was, I needed to be. Didn’t matter how difficult it would be or where we’d stay. Being with him in any capacity was the dream.

My silence made him uneasy, normally I was the talkative one who never stopped babbling. Taking the agonizing moments of pause as a bad sign he muttered softly, “I know it’s not an easy thing I’m asking you to do. But…I can’t lose anyone else.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but the misery in his voice made my heart break. He needed me and hearing the desperation in his tone made the choice even easier.

“Just tell me where to meet you. My bags are already packed.” I whispered with as much love as I could convey.

“I’ll punch them over to you as soon as you hit the atmosphere. Make sure your ships signature is scrambled and that no one sees you or asks you where you’re headed. Not even my brothers.” He warns, a hitch in his voice as the sentence ended. He was crying.

The fear in my stomach was so powerful I could’ve gotten sick as I listened to the bravest man I ever knew falling apart somewhere in the galaxy. I wanted so badly to hold him tight and never let him go. To protect and guard that precious little dreamers’ heart of his and fight to the death to keep him safe, just as he would for me.

“I’ll do it. I’ll find you. And Rex I-“ I stammered, running to my bedroom to throw as much as I could carry in just a few of my bags.

“I love you too. Please be safe.” He finished for me, knowing that even as everything was falling apart around us, we had each other. That was our lifeline.

“Stay on the comm with me. As much as you can. I’m..I’ve got my bags packed.” I murmured, taking one last look at my small apartment that I could barely afford on a senate assistants’ salary. I gulped down a painfully sad knot in my throat, looking around the room at every memory Rex and I made in this stupid little sanctuary in our giant universe. This was where it began and where we built something that no war could ever take from us.

“I won’t go anywhere. I’m here. Please hurry. Get out of there as fast as you can. The Commander and I are here if you need us.” He sounded frantic, the least stoic and in charge as I had ever heard him in all the years I’d known him. He was afraid. Really truly scared in a way he’d never been in his life. Whatever was happening struck him to his core. And even Ahsoka’s presence as a Jedi wasn’t helping him.

I stood in the doorframe, all the remnants of my life still perfectly in place, like nothing was out of the ordinary. All my things should be left, so it didn’t raise suspicion. If they thought I’d been abducted or killed here, they’d go looking for me. I couldn’t have that. They had to think I was just going out to celebrate the formation of the new Empire. I shuddered, remembering the vile and sinister booming of the Chancellor - now Emperor’s - voice around the applause in the senate chamber. I couldn’t believe people were just accepting this. It didn’t feel right. I will never forget the look of defeat in Padmé and Bail as I left our senate box earlier that day. I wished I’d said something. I should’ve spoken up. They needed to know how I felt as democracy was sliding out from under our feet.

“What is happening.” I stated, less of a question and more of a statement of bewildered loss over our comm channel.

“I don’t know how to answer that.” Ahsoka’s now clearer voice rang over the comm channel. She sounded more timid than usual, but an eerily all-knowing finality to her very simple answer. She knew a lot more than she was willing to admit, probably too dangerous to say over the comm.

I walked out to the landing platform, my small, red transport ship waiting for me. I slowly made my way toward it, ignoring the sight of other sentient beings with similar senate jobs excitedly talking and celebrating the announced end of the war. How stupid and blind and wrong they all were. They were all slowly retiring to their ships, planning their returns to their home planets to break the news to their people about the formation of the new Galactic Empire. My lips snarled in disgust, sneering the way Rex always did when a crew of separatist droids crossed his path. Everyone around me felt like an enemy now. I pushed a few buttons and watched as my ship’s ramp slowly lowered down.

“I’m at the ship. Lots of other senate staff leaving too. I don’t think I’ll raise much suspicion. There are droves of people leaving. Good cover.” I whispered, dropping my few small bags inside the cargo hold.

“You remember when I taught you how to scramble a signature, right?” Rex grumbled, sounding further away from his commlink than usual. His helmet was off.

I nodded, smiling softly at the memory of him, bent down inside my ships wiring and reconnecting a few wires together so we could sneak off undetected by any of his brothers. “Just like that time you whisked us off to that Pantoran moon using my diplomatic senate clearance codes.” I muttered, trying anything to make him feel better right now.

“Y-yeah. Exactly.” He answered, sniffling. A painful twinge twisted inside me, feeling a little hopeless that even some of our best memories couldn’t help him right now. I got to work, quickly pulling a few colored wires apart and sparking them back together. They sealed without a hitch, the gentle beeping of the ships signature resetting assuring that it worked.

I tapped two buttons, the ramp slowly easing closed behind me. I scrambled to the cockpit, smashing as many buttons as I needed as fast as I could. The ships engine screamed to life, powering on all cylinders and lifting off the platform behind dozens of other similar red ships. I blended right in, settling down into the pilot’s chair and thanking the maker that Padmé spent time to teach me how to fly. I soared higher into the sky, leaving behind the towering skyscrapers of my now former home.

The damage looked even worse from here. Republic gunships were flying down from all over the planet, hundreds of them without Jedi star fighters guiding them. The temple’s towering spire was collapsing in on itself, what looked like hundreds of thousands of clones marching on the surface of the great marble structure. The usual sight of colored saber blades was suspiciously absent and replaced by the booming blue of blaster fire. Clone blasters. Fires were raging through every level of the building, smoke so thick it was clogging the air filters in my engine and making the inside of my cock pit reek with the smell of burning. So much burning and death. It was worse than a warzone. It was catastrophic. It wasn’t a battle; it was a hostile takeover. An extermination.

“Guys….the temple.” All I managed to say before a holo of Ahsoka popped onto my cockpit’s dashboard. Her face turned out to the view below and rendering her motionless and lifeless. The color nearly washed from her face, her eyes welling up with tears I had never seen her cry in all my years of knowing her. She blinked, her normally bright and shining personality shown vibrant in her stare. Now she was icy, emotionless, and numb, the air seemingly ripped out of her lungs. She clutched her hands to her chest, her breathing frighteningly weak. I recognized Rex’s armored hand on her shoulder, her body too stunned to even acknowledge the gesture. The ship lifted higher, the horrific atrocity fading from view, but staining all of our memories forever.

I watched as a few Republic gunships hovered in my ships path above, scanning the exit clearance codes to get off world. I panicked, realizing I hadn’t programmed my ship to take me anywhere yet. I had no planet I was returning to. This was my home planet. This was the planet I served. My chest started heaving, panic setting in to the hollow cavity where air should go. I had to come up with something fast.

“R-Rex. Senate guard troops calling. Hang up. Now. I’ll call you as soon as I leave the atmosphere.” I whispered, switching the comm to the senate channel without letting him respond.

“Exit clearance code. What’s your destination, Senate ship 34987?” A voice exactly mimicking Rex’s spoke curtly. I swallowed hard, my mind racing to find the name of a planet. Any planet that wasn’t here. I thought as fast as I could, remembering the representatives from all the senate booths closest to ours. Malastair? No, Separatist battles there. Too much raw fuel they’ll want. Naboo? No, too obvious. They’d know I knew Padmè. Suddenly, I remembered Bail Organa, his cautious and almost fatherly nature over me instantly setting in to guide me out of this.

“Alderaan.” I answered shortly, clicking a few buttons to send over the location of Bail’s summer house he’d held a junior senator’s conference at once, a few years back. The first time I spotted Rex, stiffly ordering a few of his brothers to keep their eyes off the pretty young senators. Ironic that he was the one who couldn’t keep himself away from a certain Coruscanti junior rep he’d accidentally bumped into, dumping champagne down the skintight dress he tore off with his teeth later that night.

I’d be safe headed there. Bail was a respected senate figure who they would need to keep the trust of the people as the Senate transitioned into being the Empire. Senator Organa had hundreds of senate aids and being just another one of the ships headed his direction was the perfect cover.

A few silent and breathless moments later, the familiar voice broke through the comm again. “Clearance code checks out. You’re approved for off world exit. Enjoy your flight, Junior Senator. Long live the Emperor.” The comm clicked off.

Long live the Emperor. In almost Rex’s voice. I swallowed sickly, the pit in my stomach now a burning hole of disgust. “Fuck the Emperor.” I spat, the words feeling justifiably correct the second I said them. Rex would’ve chuckled. My ship rose over the planet I once loved, now destroyed by a system I did not approve of and would never support. A dictator. That’s what he was. I can’t believe all the years of him gaining more and more power didn’t ring anyone else’s alarm bells. The Jedi support did all it could to try to convince us that this was still the will of the public. But no Chancellor had stayed on this long with this much unbridled power given to him. How could all of us, even the Jedi, be so blind?

A booming sound broke over my ship. I had breached the atmosphere, nothing but darkness and glimmering stars before my eyes. I scrambled to input Rex’s frequency into my ships comm, immediately inputting the passcode and breathing a sigh of relief as it rang. “Baby?” I asked cautiously as it reconnected.

“Yeah, cyar’ika. We’re here. Sending coordinates now.” He said curtly, punching a few buttons on his dashboard. My ship chattered, accepting the coordinates quickly and resetting the navicomputer to his exact location. A lone moon in a part of space I didn’t recognize.

“I’m coming. Be there soon.” I slammed a fist onto the hyperspace button and rocketed myself away from my planet not even looking back. The transmission disconnected as I jumped, just needing to get there. To hold him. To feel him breathe and know he’s there. He’s alive. The navicomputer said it would take a few hours. Which was a few hours too long. He was in so much pain. It was evident in his voice and Ahsoka’s. Whatever they went through together ultimately beating them even though they survived. I needed to know what happened. But something told me I was in for a shock.

[thelastd0mino]

cody quotes for @ladyphlogiston !!

[kanerallels]

The fun thing about The Zillo Beast Strikes Back episode is that there are about eighty seven different ways it could be turned into a fix it au. For example:

Space PETA finds out about all of this and tries to get Palps thrown out of office, exposing him as a Sith Lord

Palpatine's pissed off constituents and co workers, after nearly dying for a science experiment, try and get him thrown out of office, exposing him as a Sith Lord

Palpatine's guard says screw this and leaves him to get eaten

R2 leaves Palps to get eaten

Ezra Bridger gets thrown back in time, sees a massive beastie trying to eat Palpatine, goes "oh he gets me" and becomes best friends with the Zillo Beast and also kills Palpatine, therefore becoming Mace's favorite member of his lineage

Padawan Cal Kestis heard about this and goes "ANIMAL RIGHTS" and Jaro Tapal decides to use this as a teachable moment about civil disobedience. Palpatine's death is just an ancillary benefit of Cal getting a cool new pet

C3PO sues Palpatine for emotional damages, and Palpatine gets so angry in court that he outs himself as a Sith Lord

Literally just. The Zillo Beast eats him. Is that so much to ask?

Feel free to add more and/or use any of these as fic ideas if they don't already exist!

[freesia-writes]

HI HELLO HI IT'S ME :D

reblog if you write fanfic and you would die of happiness and then become instant best friends with anyone who crashed into your DMs to talk about your fics

[stealthetrees]

There’s a big Commanders Only meeting and Cody gets up to tell everyone they have chips in their heads that can mind control them. Everyone loses their shit except Commander Fox. He’s very stressed out now tryna calm everyone down but he keeps saying just the wrong thing and makes himself very suspicious.

His medics found the chips ages ago and have secretly been drugging/kidnapping troopers on shore leave to remove them. The 212th and 501st, due to scheduling, are the only ones who still have the chips in their heads. Fox is more scared of how everyone will react to being kidnapped than how they’ll react thinking he’s traitor or something.

[freesia-writes]

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[varpusvaras]

Chapter 4 is up!

[adhd-coyote]

“General Kenobi, you claim an assassin killed the Chancellor?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, neither I nor Commander Fox saw them, as they used a flash bomb to disorient us and fled too quickly for us to follow.”

“And where, exactly, did they flee? No one reported seeing anyone leave this office.”

“Why, they fled through the broken window, of course.”

“What broken window?”

“That one.” Kenobi points. The previously intact window shatters, as if hit by a very strong invisible force. Neither Kenobi nor the Marshal Commander so much as twitch.

“Are you alright, sir?” Commander Fox asks, all concern. “You must be very tired, if you didn’t notice the clearly broken window. You should go rest. It’s okay, General Kenobi and I can take it from here.”

“Yes,” Kenobi agrees, prim and proper. He raises a hand, fingers slightly curled, and his voice takes on a different note. “Go home and take a nice, long nap. This will all be handled by the time you wake.”

“I will go home and take a nice, long nap. This will all be handled by the time I wake.”

“Very good. Have a nice evening.”

[artemisdesari-blog]

In the vein of things that I want to write, don't have time to write right now, and don't want to forget either: timeloop Cody AU.

Cody makes it two weeks into his deployment before he's killed. It's not his fault, wrong place, wrong time. He wakes up on Kamino the morning Alpha Seventeen introduces him to his new general. He figures it's a weird dream, he knows he's been assigned to Kenobi and he looked him up. Two weeks in he feels the oddest sense of deja vu and takes a few steps to the left and narrowly avoids being skewered by a piece of an exploding LAAT/i. This time he makes it three months before he is killed and he wakes up on Kamino the morning he is due to meet Kenobi. And it keeps on happening. Cody dies and he wakes up at the start again. He tries to tell people, Seventeen doesn't listen, Kenobi finds it fascinating but doesn't have the time to look into it, General Yoda is concerned, but every time someone overhears and he ends up sent to decommissioning even over his general’s protests. So he keeps quiet, remembers as much as he can and saves as many brothers as he can. He can't save them all, sometimes saving one is what gets him killed and he could have gone for all eternity without knowing what getting eaten by a Rishi eel or being blown to pieces feels like. He does his best. He makes it to Utapau and Order 66 happens. It gets hazy after that, but when he surfaces from the influence of the chip he takes the only path out he can think of and wakes up on Kamino. Now it isn't just about making it to the end. It's about stopping himself from killing his Jedi, who he grows closer and closer to with every loop. It's about preventing genocide at the hands his people, only for them to be wiped out in return. He reaches Utapau without finding the answer too many times, ending things before he can take that unforgivable step. Then he hears about Fives and Tup, and Kix disappearing after Echo is recovered from the Techno Union. The next loop he gets to Fives first, gets all the information, and sends himself back to the beginning on Kamino so that can investigate and get the chips out of as many brothers as possible before the end in the hope that he can succeed and the Jedi and the clones.

Obviously, there are going to be massive Codywan vibes all through. I am incapable of not putting Codywan vibes into things at this point. It will involve Cody ferreting out all the little horrors and secrets, especially a couple of Anakin related ones, and the fallout of passing those on at the wrong time. We would have Obi-Wan catching weird Force vibes from Cody and Anakin getting more and more suspicious of the vibes and the feelings each loop. Obviously, eventually, things would be fixed, but only after many loops and shenanigans.

I just don't have the time to write it right now, but I also don't want it to languish forgotten. Maybe I'll come back to it, maybe I won't. But here it is.

[foxika]

i really like Gifts in a Time of War by @whiskygoldwings

[thelastd0mino]

fox and the corries for @sillywizardvoice !!

[providencediscord]

Just wondering does anyone know if Hondo Onaka has been the star of a Star Wars time travel fix-it? I just feel he would save things in the most unhinged and flamboyant way possible as a fantastic pirate captain.

[clonemando]

Imagine: Fox has Force-given plot armor, basically nothing is able to kill him.

Palpatine tries to lightning him at point blank and it... Just doesn't work. Fox gives him a tired look and finishes his report.

Palpatine tries to chop him with his lightsabers but they just go out as soon as they get close to Fox and Fox sighs deeply and explains that he can't die. That when he was a cadet he saved a aiwha and it turned into some green force goddess chick who blessed him and ever since no one can harm him. He's jumped from the top of Tipoca city, sat at the bottom of Kamino's ocean, left a ship while in space and walked around outside. His brothers have taken to surprise attacking him for the hell of it. Nothing.

Palpatine grins thinking of how great this is having Fox as his servant after all and tries to activate Fox's chip.

Nothing.

Fox sighs again. The Republic is corrupt and even with basic immortality Fox can't just fix it so he just does his job. He's not going to be controlled or whatever. He'll see Palpatine with the usual report tomorrow.

From then on it's just Fox tiredly going about his day while Palpatine tries more and more creative different ways to try to kill him or make him obey him.

Palpatine completely blows off Anakin because he's so obsessed with Fox and Anakin gets all pissy over it and starts trying to kill Fox too.

Thorn and the rest of the Guard find it hilarious and encourage it even joining in sometimes.

Fox: *sitting in the middle of the flaming cafeteria sipping a cup of caff* This is fine.

[stealthetrees]

Palpatine dies and some Jedi are going through his stuff and find a cursed artifact. Commander Fox gets turned into a real fox cause he had to supervise or something. Decides to make it everyone else’s problem and sprints around screaming his head off. Queue Jedi going ‘oh no he can’t understand anything now’ and they have to explain themselves to Commander Thorn who then turns to Fox and tells him to stop being a bitch. Fox stops and glares at thorn. Some shines are called up to babysit Fox until the Jedi figure out how to turn him back.