#tcw wilco

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Day: Day 5 - Fireplace Cuddles with Wilco

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Quickly resolved light angst, smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it up), fluff.

A/N: AND ON THE FIFTH DAY OF LIFE DAY, I BROUGHT WILCO BACK FROM THE DEAD. I miss him and I love him and he deserved better. Also, Something about a fireplace just puts ya in the mood, ya know? As always, it was just meant to be wholesome and then... well... You'll see lol.

Click Here to have the fireplace going while you read <3

“Don’t go…” You whisper.

Wilco’s fingers stop trailing up your bare arm, tensing. 

Oh no, you said the wrong thing… Didn’t you?

“I’m… I’m sorry… Ignore me.” You whisper, staring at the flames dancing in the hearth as you and Wilco lay tangled in the blankets from your vigorous activities from earlier. 

Wilco’s gentle fingers pull your face back toward his, making you look up at him. 

“You want me to stay?” He murmurs, a soft smile tugging at his lips. 

“Do you want to?” You ask him.

His smile widens. “Of course I do.”

“You just… went quiet when I asked…” You start.

“I was doing the math in my head at what time I’d need to be back in the morning before my brothers knew I was missing.” He chuckles. 

“Oh.” You smile. 

He pulls you back further so you’re laying on your back, looking up. His stare sets your entire body on fire, you’re almost afraid you might be sitting too close to the fireplace. 

“I want to stay the night every single time I come, just so you know.” He promises you, picking up your arm and kissing the inside of your wrist. 

More flames.

“I want to ruin you every night so I can put you back together every morning.” He whispers before kissing the palm of your hand.

The flames fan through your entire body, you can’t help but whimper and smirks like he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

“When I’m gone, and I’m alone in the showers,” He pauses to kiss each fingertip. “I think about you wrapped around my cock. When I lay there at night, I think about how much I miss your warmth. And when I sleep, I dream of you telling me you love me.”

You’re definitely on fire, you think before pulling him by his neck down to you. Your lips collide and your tongues dance against each other. Wilco groans against your mouth and you let the blanket fall to the floor, exposing your bare warm skin, still slightly damp from sweat from earlier. Neither of you care, though, as you find your way on top of him. He sits up with you, pulling and holding your body against his as much as he can, as if he can’t get close enough. 

“I need you.” He groans from the feel of your warmth pressed against his length. “Now. Please.” 

You smirk as you reach around, lining his hardened length up with your entrance before sliding down on him, still soaked from earlier and from his admissions. He dreams of you telling him you love him. Does that mean he loves you? 

“Wil…” You sigh, when you’re fully sat on his cock, your soaked warmth fluttering perfectly around him. 

He’s told you before that he loves the way you say his name when you’re intimate. And you love saying it. 

He buries his face in your neck. “Maker… you feel so good.” 

He helps guide you up and down on his cock, both of you gasping hotly against each other’s mouths. What you’d do to stay like this forever. Maybe one day when the war is over, if he comes back to you… 

You just happen to move your gaze toward the chrono on the wall and see it’s past midnight.

“Oh.”

“What is it?” He follows your gaze. 

“It’s officially Life Day.” You smile.

He shares a smile. “Happy Life Day, cyare.” 

“Happy Life Day, Wil.” You kiss him before he pushes you back to the floor and has his way with you again. 

And later, as you lay there, on the edge of sleep, Wilco finally tells you what you’ve been craving to hear. It comes as easy as breathing and you both can’t help but wonder how you didn’t say it the first night you ever spent together. You just… knew. 

“I love you.” He whispers, his fingertips dancing lazily over your bare stomach. 

“I love you.” You promise him.

“Best. Life Day. Ever.” He kisses you once more before you drift off for a few hours before he has to sneak back to base.

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[professional-yearner]

Hey :) hope you are doing ok.

I was wondering if there is gonna be a pt2 of The Safe house story ??? I just wanna say that I totally loved it and hope you will continue🥰

Have a nice day 😘

The safe house 🤍 (Pt. 2) (Captain Wilco x reader)

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TW/WARNINGS: having a gun pointed at you, concussions and being dazed, having to remove peices of armor from an unconscious person, blaster marks, mention of wounds, collapsing, fainting, having to care for a grown person, dead relatives, broken arms

A/N: Tysm! I'm so glad you liked it! And yes, there's going to be more than a few parts, they'll just come out very slowly 😭

@littlenephilim999uriel

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Grumbling, you crouched down, setting down your new companion gently against a tree, breathing hard.

You had taken to slinging his arm around your shoulders and moving him that way, though his legs still dragged behind and your back was screaming with the effort of not collapsing under his weight. He had to be at least a foot and some change taller than you, making it even more difficult not to get his legs caught on things along the way.

The most nerve wracking part, though, was making sure he was still breathing normally and not slipping into some sort of coma.

You kneeled next to him, patting his chest plate and eventually his cheek insistantly to try to get him to open his eyes. Luckily, it worked, as it had the other three times, though he was just as out of it.

"9980…What?" He mumbled, blinking slowly.

You breathed a sigh of relief, he had been mumbling a series of numbers (who you guessed were, sadly, his brothers) and nonsense every time you had woken him up, but at least he was waking up.

"Okay, thank you, dear. You can go back to sleep now."

He hummed, closing his eyes again and resuming his light breathing.

You grunted, taking his arm around you again and pushing both of you to your feet once more.

After a few more hours of this, you finally reached the discreet, familiar path that led down to the safe house. You nearly sobbed with relief, your back and legs clearly sharing the sentiment.

You sped up, the decline allowing you some ease with your precious cargo. When you finally reached the door, you typed in the short code quickly, thanking the maker that you had memorized it as young as age five.

The door swooshed open, near good as new, and you almost dropped him in preemptive relief as soon as you passed the threshold. Instead, you continued to drag him, tapping along the hardwood floor with your foot until you found the hollow sound you seeked.

Finally you kneeled, still supporting his weight, and pressed firmly on the spot. You laughed lightly as the hatch rose slowly, always in awe of your grandfather's workmanship and his ability to bring older practices into the modern day so efficiently.

You poked your head into the space below. It smelled like dust more than anything, but you could make out faint traces of the incense he used to burn to flush out the smell of the game he would prepare in his workspace. Feeling along the wall, you found the switch, bathing the room in a soft orange glow.

You huffed, beginning a careful descent of the wooden steps that led into the space, yelping when you accidentally smacked his armored shoulder against the hatchframe.

After a few minutes of struggling, you finally got him down onto one of the three cots that lay collecting dust in the small room attached to the main living quarters.

"Oh, thank the maker-" You wheezed, bracing your hands on your aching back. You were so eager to just get everything in the storage rack unpacked so you would have food and medicine to actually live off of, nearly out the door to go do all of that before you passed out beside him, but you stopped.

One more time, just to be safe.

You beat the dust out of the cot beside him, moving him over. His breathing was still even, which you thought was a good sign as you leaned over him, trying not to invade his space more than you needed to to check on him.

You patted him quickly, "You still there, uh- sir?"

His eyes opened slowly once more, squinting as they adjusted to the lamp light.

You smiled down at him, brushing his hair back, "Good."

Slowly, your eyes came to rest upon his armor; you had to remove it, didn't you?

Would that be crossing a line? Maybe, but you would have to to inspect the blaster mark that marred his chest plate and to get a splint on that broken arm. It was necessary, even if it would probably be uncomfortable for both of you.

Carefully, you decided to start on his bad arm. He groaned as you undid his shoulder plate, making you wince.

"I know, I know- I'm sorry." You nodded, moving to his Rerebrace.

By the time you got to his gauntlet plate, you felt eyes on you.

You looked up and right into his dilated, honey irises.

"Oh, hello." You managed to laugh lightly, genuinely surprised that he had enough energy to stay awake for more than a few seconds.

He continued to stare, and you eventually went back to sliding off the last piece of that arms plating, placing it on the pile at your feet.

Setting his arm down as gingerly as you could, you went about unclipping his chest plate, placing the pieces on the floor and checking for damage to the chest of his black body glove that lay underneath. There didn't seem to be any blood or even a burn mark on it, thank the maker, it must have been a glancing shot.

Satisfied with your inspection, you got up, going to look for one of your grandfather's old medical journals to find how one actually went about making a splint. Or, you were, until he grabbed a hold of your wrist with his good hand.

You turned, confused as he squinted up at you for several moments.

Finally, he cracked a slight grin, letting out a flirty, slightly slurred, "Heyyy~"

You both stood like that for a second, staring at each other, until you snorted softly, detaching his hand with little effort, "Hey."

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When you finally returned, armed with your new knowledge, a first aid kit, and a cool cloth, he was passed out again, snoring lightly now.

You placed it over his forehead, smiling when his pinched expression softened at the sensation.

Moving an old wooden chair to the side of the bed where his bad arm rested. It was a task to move it from his stomach in a way that minimized his wincing, but you managed, wrapping the area with the most swelling in a gauze bandage firmly.

Placing the splint along his forearm, you fastened it with straps of old fabric as tightly as you could without hurting him, avoiding the wound itself, and at last, you placed the arm carefully in a sling. You were shaking with nerves by the time you were finished, too nervous that you might've messed something up, but he didn't seem to be going into shock so you were most likely good.

Rising from your spot once more, you left the room, sending him one last look in the doorway before turning the corner to begin unfreezing a few portions for a decent supper for the two of you.

You were only a few minutes into beginning the cooking process on your small stove when you heard a bang from the other room, making you jump.

Getting up quickly, you rushed down the hall to make sure your new companion hadn't hurt himself by rolling off his cot or something, but when you arrived in the doorway again, you could only really stare in shock.

The man had somehow managed to get to his feet, albeit not steadily, shaking and swaying in a way that had you walking slowly and carefully over to him, nervous of startling him but terrified he would collapse and hit his head/arm.

Unfortunately for you, he was still awake enough to draw one of his blasters quickly when you did startle him, pointing them directly at you.

I really should have thought to take those off of him, you thought.

But you had been so concerned with getting him safely to the house that you had completely forgotten about the weapons, even though that's what you had approached him for in the first place.

The only thing you could do was stare like a dugar dugar in headlights as he trained them shakily on you.

Your eyes trailed from the barrels of his blaster to make contact with his, pleading in a way you hoped would show that you weren't a threat.

His eyes widened as they locked with yours and, slowly, he lowered his weapon, letting his arm fall limply to his side.

You let out a sigh of relief, not breaking eye contact as he stared at you, seeming almost in a dazed sort of awe. Though, your relief was cut short as he stumbled, falling to his knees as his eyes closed once more. You scrambled to his side, allowing him to collapse into you and sighing as his head came to rest on your shoulder, now breathing lightly again.

It wasn't a huge operation hauling him back up onto the bed, but you were still shaking from having a blaster aimed at you. You frowned down at his sleeping form, exasperated as you took the guns from his hand and holster.

This was going to be one long and wild ride, wasn't it?

[andors-oar]

Ain’t so hot when it’s your ass on the line

[tangents-within-tangents]

I see your ‘Tech’s alive bc the show knows how to explicitly confirm deaths and gave us multiple on screen examples of that’ and raise you one ‘Tech’s death wasn’t meaningless, insignificant, or just for stakes and shock value bc the show gave us multiple on screen examples of what that actually looks like’

[readdontsleep1]

Just finished the first two episodes of bad batch season 2.

Yes I'm fine.

[zeb-z]

Do you ever think about how almost all the clones have no idea of the existence of the chip, and think they’ve killed the Jedi of their own free will? Thinking that the Jedi are traitors?

And that’s all well and good until they work for the new Galactic Empire for more than 5 minutes, and then there’s a question of what, or who, exactly is calling them traitors. If this Empire is like this, killing without thought, ruling by force, tyrannical and brutal, then was it really that bad if the Jedi were traitors?

And when the clones in question become traitors themselves, they have to live with the consequences of what they believe are their choices. Of killing their Jedi.

Do you ever think of Cody, who so badly wanted to believe that this self instated Empire was bringing about peace, that this was just the Republic he had fought for, what he had killed Obi-Wan for - having to believe he chose to kill Obi-Wan and follow the Empire in the first place?

He’s not some mindless order following man that we see Crosshair as, who supposedly has his chip out. He’s still fundamentally Cody - a damn good commander, headstrong and kindhearted, always questioning authority, if quietly, and ultimately believing in bringing peace to the galaxy. And he doesn’t lie to himself when it’s obvious, like Crosshair does. He doesn’t pretend like his actions aren’t wrong. When he’s finally disillusioned and can accept the cause he has been fighting for isn’t right, he leaves, with one last word with Crosshair about having to live with your choices.

Do you ever think about how Crosshair has had every opportunity to make any choice other than the ones he’s making, and yet still he hides behind the excuse of being a good soldier, and “good soldiers follow orders”?

Do you ever think about how Cody (hopefully) lives on, thinking he’s killed Obi-Wan, having to live with that as well as what he’s done with his short time with the Empire? Do you think he blames himself for not being able to stop Crosshair?

[ladykagewaki]

Tech Returns Santa's Hat

For some context: Tech has experience crawling through the walls of Tapoca City. See his previous adventure Here.

[clonetroopertournament]

[clonememesfrikyeah]

I am now the conductor of the captain Wilco’s not dead train, he just got shot in the shoulder and survived the fall and Rex is going to rescue him, thank you for attending my seminar-

[supremechancellorrex]

I've been thinking about what the Bad Batch means to me these past few weeks and things just don't quite sit right. When I started watching the Clone Wars, it felt like a lot of love and care had been poured into the project. The clones had unique personalities built from the ground up, with even minor characters getting quirks. Hevy only appeared in two episodes, yet is so loved. Hardcase is missed despite only really appearing in one arc because of expert character crafting and real, actual effort with the writing.

The point of the Clone War was that the clones were individuals, they had agency and they could have an impact on their lives and others. Referred to as 'property', with no representation or rights, they are slave soldiers in function, who are biologically identical although at times with slight variation, but their personalities and motivations matter and have weight. This is why Fives nearly ruins Palpatine's plans. This is why Rex is able to resist the inhibitor chip in Order 66 and help save Ahsoka.

This is why I'm not sure I can forgive the Bad Batch.

Spitting on Grandpa

When the Bad Batch started, I was initially quite excited because it was advertised as a sequel to the Clone Wars. The first episode opens up with the title 'The Clone Wars' fading into the Bad Batch, but the show is anything but because the 'regs', as normal clones have been dubbed, don't matter now. Instead, the only characters with agency are a special group of clones who mostly don't look like the clones based on Jango Fett (Temuera Morrison) or even scientifically fit the basic definition of what a 'clone' is.

How is this not meant to be insulting for TCW and the Clone Fandom? I watch normal clones like Commander Wilco get shot in the face. I watch Mayday choke and die for Crosshair's development. I watch Rex play second fiddle to the Bad Batch on screen, the man and leader who used to always say "I'm always first, kid" and take the reins. I watch Cody appear for an episode only to not appear again this season and have no impact on the narrative other than Crosshair's development. Can 'regs' no longer change the world? Do the 'boring', 'regular' slave soldiers have no impact anymore?

Echo: "The fate of all the clones is now sealed because of us."

When it comes to normal clones impacting the narrative, the closest we get is Rex's resistance network, which features actual clones actually doing something. Yet apparently an episode about the Bad Batch discovering an island paradise world and battling a tsunami deserves more screen time than seeing how the 'regs' set that one up. Even this plot point is less about finally saving Howzer and normal clones like him, and more about Echo not being with the Bad Batch and further setting up the plot regarding Tech and Crosshair. The normal clones remain non-entities outside of the Bad Batch's development, they have no agency beyond this.

This is why we see stock reg clone characters bully the Bad Batch in the Season 1 opening, because despite them all being slaves under the thumb of fascism and the fact normal clones treated Ninety-Nine (the beloved hunchback clone from TCW Season 3) fine, it's the Bad Batch's plight that only matters now, their persecuted perspective on being special and better than the regs, regs that are now treated as old news, an afterthought. The world feels small, and inexcusably less richer than it was.

Essentially, we're no longer allowed to see what the reg clones motivations are, why there are reg clones that actually, canonically, dislike the Bad Batch as opposed to Ninety-Nine. People like to speculate, but on screen we are not shown or told in TBB. We're also not shown why all the named clones from Howzer, Mayday, Fireball, Gregor and Nemec to Cut, Cody and Rex never had issues with the differences other than they're the good regs I guess. Hell, even Cody and Mayday's remaining squad say nothing of Crosshair's mutations, not even one catty comment.

Conclusion

So, what does this mean? The Bad Batch steals the clones' agency and makes it their own. They wear the clone identity, but refuse to help normal 'reg slave' clones that look like actual clones in favour of focusing on themselves and their 'more important' personal problems. The Bad Batch are special not because of who they are or that they've worked hard, but because they look different from other clones, because they're just more capable and have special abilities. It's not who you are that counts, it's what you are.

And, now, I even see fans doing what TCW told us not to, disregarding normal clones, 'explaining' why the Bad Batch are fine to leave the reg clones to die because they called them "The Sad Batch" one time. Somehow the Bad Batch undoes all of TCW's work, stripping the clones of their agency and making them into just victims sleepwalking into extinction as we wait for the Bad Batch to consider trying to actively save them.

Echo: "The fate of all the clones is now sealed because of us."

And, then the rest of TBB go cave exploring and holidaying on Pabu. This series might as well be about natborns.

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 23 !!!

I'm back batchers rip my sleep schedule lmao but nothing can stop me from watching tbb

I've got my skittles and my tumblr and disney+ and I'm ready to go 🤟

The Bad Batch 2x03

this entire planet looks like it's made of spice

nervous imperial you're not fooling anyone my dude

Tawni Ames 👑 shoutout to the queen herself Tasia Valenza 💕

CORUSCANT !!!

CROSSHAIR 🥺🥲😭💕❤ I missed you sm (I watched s1 hours ago 🤫)

another Kallus parallel 👀

regs will always hate tbb lololol

Rampart 🔫😁(me, I hate his guts)

32 rotations... 32 ROTATIONS I- 😫

the empire are bitches and we don't negotiate with terrorists

the memorial wall 🥲 (we're gonna pretend it isn't a bunch of random letters hehe)

a few behind Crosshair literally say: sdflkphi, dkniihqaz, aweututn, qqhgouer ~ anyone know more aurebesh than me who can explain this pls ??

he called him by his name !!!

CODY CODY CODY CODY 💕💕💕💕👑👑👑👑

Cody's face when Crosshair mentions the jedi 😭

the only two without their helmets on !!!

FLASHBACK TO THE FIRST BAD BATCH APPEARANCE IN TCW 👀

"mmhmmmm" ~ battle droid, bro 💀

"Dooku was right in the end" real

"We always get shot down when we travel with regs" 👀

"How unfortunate... for you" ~ someone else said this and now I can't find it 🙃 anyway I'm pretty sure it was Crosshair idk

the droid high five lmaooo

clever boys 👑

Crosshair and Cody team up will never fail to make me happy 👌

"I've beaten clankers with far less" tbb mention 🥲💕

Cody trusting Crosshair 🥰 "you do make things interesting" I'd love to see early Cody + tbb missions pretty pretty please 🥺

my mans doesn't even flinch !!!!!

I can feel his smirk when he blows up the tank hehe

Cody has a jetpack and still went nah Ican make that jump 😂 I mean he did but still

Cody complimenting Crosshair 💕

WYLER AND NOVA OWN MY HEART FR

droidekas !!!

Wyler r.i.p my love 💔

There is just something about clones vs droids ya know

Crosshair and Nova silent communication I love it 👌

Cody screaming for Nova and Crosshair pulling him away 😭😭😭😭

r.i.p Nova my beloved 💔

Crosshair's discs !!!!

backflip !!!!

knife knife knife knife knife- 👀

Crosshair calling for Cody to help 🙃

KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE-

Crosshair putting the puck in Cody's hand - bro at first I thought mans was too injured to move the way he was like 'throw it for me I can do it from laying down in this spiral staircase' and he makes the shot and stands up 2 seconds later and is back to committing war crimes ?? Crosshair you dramatic bitch 💀

"nice throw" "nice shot" 🥰🥰🥰🥰

notice how the tk troopers got captured so they send clones to get them out.... 🙃

Mina Bonteri 💔

"peace was never an option" devastating

the clone music when Cody reasons with Tawni 😫🤧

Crosshair following orders but also saving Cody from having to kill Tawni

the Crosshair music 🥲

"so much for peace" 💔

"put her body in the square" but I can imagine how gentle he would have been with her body... do you think he left his helmet off so the people could see his face or did he cover his face for that

Ok I want to go full english teacher for a moment I'll do it in a few eps watch this space 👀

Crossy and his lil toothpick 💕 (he just murdered someone)

the clones did the dirty work now more tk troopers arrive 😡

Cody's whole speech 💔😭 "we make our own choices and we have to live with them too" knowing he's thinking about everything he's done and thinking he killed Obi-Wan... what if I screamed into the abyss ???

Crosshair not being able to sleep 😫

Rampart doesn't even know their names 😡

OKAY do we think "gone awol" means Cody has actually left or is he awol the same way Wilco is??

COME ON CROSSHAIR JUST LEAVE THE EMPIRE ALREADY 😫

hehe thank you for coming to my 2am tbb rewatch (again hehe) 💕 sorry it's late again if you saw any spelling miatakes no you didn't 🤟

[professional-yearner]

The safe house 🤍

Captain Wilco x reader

Pt. 1

⚠️: losing home and community, corrupt politics, odd reactions due to stressful upbringings, rotting things, giant spider talk, concussions, broken limbs, passing out, food insecurity, slow start

AN: aaaa! My first post in a while :D

No yandere content, but I really hope you like this series!

I just love him so much okay 😭

Lmk if there's anything you guys would like to see for this or anything else going forward, tysm! :)

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You huffed, pushing aside the brush that blacked your path gently. It had been approximately two weeks since the empire had come knocking, uprooting if not destroying everything you had ever known and loved.

You had woken up in the middle of cannonfire, half of your house already caved in, and had to flee with whatever was closest. This, luckily, happened to be your only weapon; an ancient knife, a few days rations, and the knitted blanket you kept at the end of your bed.

It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing at all, which is what you had seen many of your people come away with. You had all seemed to flee in different directions in the chaos, scattering until you couldn't find even signs of another survivor along your way.

The goal was getting to your grandfather's safe house, one he had taken you to sparingly as a girl, but enough that you could piece together landmarks along the trail.

Well,

What was left of it.

You adjusted the blanket around your shoulders, only bringing a hand down to run along the rough metal of the old blade, which was fastened to your hip in a makeshift holster you had made out of scraps of leather you had picked out of the rubble and tied together.

Was your reaction to all of this lackluster? Probably, but after spending half your life being stepped on and sapped for resources by some rich guy who was supposed to advocate for you in the first place, this felt like almost a natural progression.

You looked around, senses still on high alert. You weren't too worried about running into imperial soldiers at this point, you had come across a patrol at one point, jumping near out of your skin, but they had only looked at you for a moment before moving on silently. You figured as long as you stayed away from whatever they were trying to get at in the palace, they wouldn't bother you anymore. No, what you feared was the fauna; your home planet was known for predators that could hide in plain sight.

Both in the wild and in politics, you supposed.

Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you turned at an old tree with three large claw marks in it, pushing away some foliage that shaded the clearing. You looked up in awe; it was beautiful, with dense trees creating a canopy that only let small rays of sunlight in.

Well, it would've been beautiful,

If it weren't for the giant Assassin-Spider web with what looked to be a body stuck to its strands to your immediate right.

You screamed, jumping away and nearly falling on your ass as you took in the sight; It was a clone trooper, like the ones in the patrols you has seen, except this one had the fancy grey crest thing attached to his armor, signifying what you guessed was a higher rank.

"Maker." You choked, having to suppress the bile that burned your throat at the sight.

You should hate them, hate the imperial soldiers for what they did to your home and your people, but you didn't, you couldn't. You had seen and heard how the clones had been treated throughout the war, you doubted they had a say in any of this.

So, it was hard not to be a little emotional as you approached his lifeless body once more, trying not to look at his face, which was luckily turned away from you. Reluctantly, you took out your blade, slowly and carefully cut the cords of the web; now intent on retrieving the blasters that were sliding out of his holsters.

It was skeezy, lowdown behavior; looting a body, but this was the only way you saw yourself getting a good weapon anytime soon. Plus, it was clear this web had been abandoned for some time now, judging by the overgrowth and uneaten prey that lay rotting beside the poor soldier, so you at least didn't have to worry about destroying an angry spider's home.

You found yourself glancing at him from time to time while you worked. It didn't even actually look like he had been killed by a bite or acid, more the blaster mark that blackened his chest plate.

Huh.

He fell to the ground with a thump, making you cringe.

In and out, you'd only need the blasters from him, then you could leave him to rest peacefully, as he deserved...

God this blew.

You kneeled next to his still form, reaching out for the gun, but then, something happened. So unexpected, it made you freeze completely.

He groaned.

It took you a moment of staring and holding perfectly still, honestly thinking you mightve just imagined it, but to your horror, he stirred again.

You looked down at him, mumbling simply as your head swam with panic, "You're not dead."

He groaned again, attempting to roll over, but you shot your hands out quickly to stop him, eying his limp arm.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's not- do that. You're going to be okay, just let me,"

You adjusted his head so it wasn't twisted awkwardly, as gingerly as you could in case of injury to his neck.

He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light of the forest, dazedly staring up at the trees. Your brows knit anxiously and you waved a hand in front of his face, relief washing over you as he blinked.

He turned his head to look at you, mouth dropping open slightly. You brushed a hand over his hair, the poor guy really was dazed.

"Am I dead? Is this heaven?" He almost whimpered, eyes filling with panic as he tried to sit up.

You pushed him back down harder than you meant to, making him look at you again,

"No! No, you're on Serenno, and I promise you're not dead, I think your arm is- ehm- broken, though."

He didn't seem to like that answer much either.

"Serenno... thieves- the report- the general- that BASTARD-" He was the most awake you had seen him so far, though his eyes were still unfocused, speaking of a concussion at least.

He sat up with what seemed to be pure abdominal strength despite your attempts to keep him down, scaring you halfway to the grave when his eyes rolled back into his head from the effort and he flopped back down.

You yelped, cushioning his head's trajectory with your hand as best you could as he passed out once more.

It took you a minute of sitting and staring to adjust to your new situation; You had at least a few miles to go before you reached the safe house, limited rations, armed only with a rusty knife, and you now had a concussed imperial captain with a broken arm on your hands.

You glanced at him again. You supposed you could just leave him here. Someone would probably find him, and you didnt even know how to handle an injured person anyways-

No.

That just wasn't who you were. You couldn't just leave this poor man for whatever might come upon him next. He needed help and, while you didn't really know how, you would however much you could.

You nodded to yourself, standing and reholstering your knife. Yeah, you had an extra cot at the cabin, you were sure of it! You probably also had rations that your grandfather had stashed somewhere (knowing him), along with the old medical supplies and little creek nearby for water, you should be fine! You could really help this guy!

Hopeful now, you pushed him into a sitting position, grabbing a hold on the back of his armor and pulling.

It was only after you had finally gotten him a few inches when your new reality set in;

An unconscious, highly trained soldier made for war and in armor was going to be heavy.

Dank ferrik.

[andors-oar]

Get his arse!

[yukipri]

The Bad Batch Season 2 - Episodes 1 & 2 Spoilers

Spoilers beneath cut:

Well. That answered very little, not even how much time has passed, other than that time has passed enough for Omega to look a lil older and the rest to get makeovers.

But that sorta baffles me, bc I would have thought that the looting of Serenno would have happened immediately, like the moment Dooku was announced dead, before O66 even happened. Like. Old dude's rich. They ain't waiting months, or what this looks like, like a year...

Other than that, I am SO incredibly proud of them (both the Batch and the showrunners) for noticeably avoiding killing "reg" clones, because that is one of the major things I struggle with with some of the earlier TBB S1 episodes. GOOD JOB. They also showed "regs"helping each other, they kept saying "Captain Wilco" by name and even showed his face and. I have much higher hopes this season'll humanize other clones more and this is a great start!

BUT THAT ENDING

I'D JUST ADDED HIM TO MY NEST OF FAVES HOW DARE

And the way they showed his body too?!?! Like low key one of the more graphic deaths in TBB/TCW?! WILCO WAS A GOOD MAN WHO WAS DOIN' HIS JOB

ALSO!! AZI appeared, but as a BARTENDER??!! F'REAL!?! U know who coulda really helped Tech there if he'd been part of the crew? AZI. He's a medic. He can FLY WITH A CLONE RIDING HIM. He's one of the most versatile, competent, and just all over most useful droids in all of SW, and ON TOP OF THAT he's Omega's (and FIVES'S) friend, and they just LEFT HIM AT CID'S?!?!?!?! WHAT A WASTE WASTE WASTE

Anyway, to conclude, the first two eps were fun. I enjoyed them. No mention of Cody yet so I thought my heart was ok but nope, still sustained damage.

My takeaway from these eps:

I would like to rip out Rampart's throat with my teeth.

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Spoilers and Speculation concerning season two episodes seven and eight of The Bad Batch

First of all:

[image description: screenshot of Luke Skywalker in despair, clinging to that pole thing after Darth Vader revealed he was actually Luke’s father. Subtitles say, “NO!” This is an accurate representation of my emotions after watching these episodes.] Anyways.

I have so many thoughts and questions. (And if there are answers in comics or books or anything, please don’t tell me. I hope to eventually get to those on my own time.)

Is this truly the end of Admiral Rampart? I’m definitely glad he was framed, I’ve been rooting for his defeat this whole time (I was literally chanting “kill him kill him” throughout both episodes), but I feel like they set him up for more. Who will be the primary antagonist for the rest of this season? How will this affect Crosshair?

(also i guess this is kind of Justice for Captain Wilco. He gets in trouble for doing his duty, Rampart gets in trouble for doing his duty.)

I’m so angry. I knew our heroes weren’t going to win this, the storm troopers have to become a thing eventually. But it still hurts. Of course this is what Palpatine wanted the whole time. Of course he twisted this to make the clones look bad. At least we can take comfort in knowing he isn’t invincible bc we know what happens.

What was that assassin talking about? What is he a believer in? The empire? What is happening?!?!

The fact that the seventh episode was titled “The Clone Conspiracy” is amazing and devastating bc it just reminds me of the Fives arc from tcw. It’s one of my favorite arcs, but I’m destroyed every time I watch it.

Also i feel like these episodes have been a good example of how predictable writing isn’t a bad thing. Yeah I knew Cade was going to die. I didn’t want Slip to die, but I wasn’t surprised when he did. And while I was surprised the assassin was a clone, I knew he would have one of those suicide pill things in his mouth to bite before he could spill. And I liked those details. These were not unnecessary deaths just written for shock value. They contribute to the story, and I appreciate how gritty and grim it’s getting.

AND THEN ECHO!!! I literally cried when i realized he was going with Rex.

What happens to him? Does he actually come back to the bad batch? Bc he isn’t with Rex and Gregor and Wolffe in Rebels! (Speaking of which, i need to know what happened to Gregor b/w tbb and rebels and what happened to Wolffe b/w tcw and rebels.) Will Echo be ok??? Poor Omega!!

if every season of this show is going to be about one member of the batch leaving until there’s just one person left (i would guess either omega or Hunter), I’m going to mcfreaking lose it.

and it turns out I’ve been mispronouncing Tito’s name this whole time. Lovely.