#the bad batch Cody

[resistantecho]

Clone brain rot...

Saw these windows on a building yesterday and they reminded me of Commander Cody 😆

Please tell me that's not weird...  😐 (it doesn’t have to be true)

[lucky-ducky006]

I seriously want some content of tbb going on their first little missions with Cody, like just imagine the chaos and Cody being the ultimate big brother 🙁🙁

[oohyesplease]

How long has it been for Crosshair since anyone has trusted him 😭

And seeing Cody all in grey is so upsetting!

[clone-trooper-cheese]

2/2/24!! It's gonna be there soon!

[crashlanding-skywalker]

Cody frowns at everything LIKE literally at every. single. thing.

[miseries-mistress]

BAD BATCH S2 SPOILERS

seeing crosshair and cody work together gives us insight on how he worked with and interacted with the bad batch during the clone wars and that just makes me sad

[echoxbuggs]

Paint

Cw: angst. Mentions of Cody and Obi Wan. Cody thinks Obi Wan is dead. Grief. Admiral Rampart (yes, he needs a warning). Mentions of order 66.

Summary: After completing Order 66, Cody and his men get instructions to update their armor.

A/n: I originally wrote this a while ago—I think when Tbb s2 was coming out—but held off on posting it here just kinda out of nervousness I guess. this is 100% inspired by that one scene in Tbb s2 when Crosshair doesn’t recognize Cody until he takes the helmet off because there’s no more 212th yellow-

"Commander Cody. The time has come, execute order 66."

"Yes, my lord."

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As the gunship took off towards the great expanse of space, Cody stared into the inner wall of the ship. He still had his helmet on. His brothers around him were all standing still, unmoving, like statues. They had all gotten the order as well.

It didn't seem to bother them, however, knowing that they killed their own Jedi general. Truthfully, it was all Cody that did it. Cody told them to fire. Cody was the one who personally received the transmission. Cody killed General Kenobi.

Cody killed Obi Wan.

Cody's jaw clenched, I killed Obi Wan. He couldn't bare the thought. When he had first gotten the message he had felt the strong need to follow the order. He hadn't felt anything wrong with the order then, why did he feel so terrible now?

Once Cody and his squad reached the imperial base, he went straight to his quarters. Once inside, he removed his helmet, setting it on a table, and sat on his cot. He put his hands in his lap and let his head hang. Why did the order suddenly feel so wrong?

After a few hours Cody was called into Admiral Rampart's office. As Cody stepped inside, helmet on, Rampart eyed him with a strange look. "CC-2224, thank you for coming." Rampart greeted, Cody nodded and clenched his fists at the use of his CC number.

"Now, about what I called you in for today; as you are now part of the Imperial Army, it is only customary that you remove that hideous yellow from your armor. Same goes to any members of your battalion. I expect this to be done by two rotations from now." He explained.

Cody felt his heart drop. Remove the yellow? Why would they be forced into removing the very thing that made the 212th the 212th? Cody doubted his brothers would find this instruction okay.

But good soldiers follow orders.

Cody finally nodded his head, clearing his throat. "Yes, Admiral. I'll get right to it." He managed to get out. Rampart hummed and dismissed him, Cody swiftly left the room.

That night, Cody sat on his cot, paint scraper in hand and armor scattered around the floor. He held his vambrace in his free hand. He stared into the yellow paint. When he first joined the 212th he was honored to be fighting along side an amazing Jedi general such as Obi Wan. He had first felt intimidated by the man, but after getting to know him, Cody had found he was quite pleasing to be around. Obi Wan was kind, brave, loyal, and he cared about Cody and his brothers.

Cody began scraping off the paint of the vambrace. When order 66 was first given, he didn't even feel like himself. It was just the constant reminder 'good soldiers follow orders' and it felt like he was just there. He had no memory of actually wanting Obi Wan dead. Just before, he had handed him his lightsaber for the hundredth time. Obi Wan had lost the thing so much that Cody had put a special attachment on his belt to hang the laser sword.

Cody moved on the the other vambrace, beginning to scrape the paint off of that as well. He remembered when he first painted his armor. He was a shiny, obviously, and he had just joined the 212th. Him and a few of his brothers sat around their new barracks with buckets of yellow paint. They were all so proud and excited to be apart of the 212th. It was always the color that identified them.

Whenever Cody's armor would get scratched badly he would repaint it. Always the same design that he originally came up with. He didn't have any crazy designs like some of the members of the 501st, but he still took pride in his work.

Obi Wan had always encouraged the artwork, often sitting amongst the clones and even helping out when they would paint their armor.

After a bit, Cody picked up his helmet. He stared into the visor, this old bucket had been on many campaigns and had seen so much. It protected him from blaster shots, punches, knives sometimes.  The yellow on the helmet had helped people to identify him. Now that the paint was being removed, would they still look at him and think 'That's Commander Cody of the 212th'?

Cody reluctantly brought the scraper to the gold visor, pressing down on it and sliding it across, taking paint away  with it. He continued the same motion several times until there was no yellow left on the visor. That was the last of the yellow, the 212th yellow.

He rested his helmet next to him on the cot and put his head in his hands and sighed. It was done.

No more 212th yellow.

[internetmisfitsworld]

The Bad Batch Season 2, Episode 3 Spoilers

-MY BABY FINALLY HERE

-Is it just me or does he look more buffed up this season? Look at dem arms GAHDAMN

-HE SMEXY

-THE TANK SHOTS, THE DISC SHOT AAAAAAAAAAA

-Cody & Crosshair!!!!! The power the hold!! Crosshair protecting cody!!! Cody protecting Crosshair!!!!

-Also poor my boy always getting interrupted when he's eating his soup agagagag

-The two clones that leave when Crosshair sits at their table

-Crosshair getting more and more annoyed with Rampart

-CODY'S GONE AWOL

-All in all, I'm happy my boy getting his own episode, getting to see him in action.

-THE CAMERA SHOT ON HIS EYES THO MHMMM SIR YOU FINE

-"You're lucky I'm available" GAGAGAGA sassy little shit. First Tech, now him!!! ALL MY BOYS GETTING MORE SASS THIS SEASON.

-"Try to keep up" *immeadiately gets choked by a droid*

-Crosshair being annoyed when Rampart address Cody by his numbers.

[white-lupus]

Some thoughts about The Bad Batch S2 Ep3 - The solitary Clone

About Crosshair (spoilers below)

Ugh, this episode has been hard to see!

First, Crosshair. Hell, this man makes me feel the love/hate meme everytime! He is so alone (for me it differs from the term “solitary” in this one) and, internally, he's still looking for the company, a group to belong to, with which to fulfill missions. He seems genuinely happy to see Cody again and do that mission with him. I feel he's much more talkative and then even ask for him again. But in the end, he’s still alone, and more and more with each clone that “disappears” (fuck Rampart, that hurts). 

I fear for him and I can’t belive that I’m feeling this way becasuse he has done so many bad things... I want he redeem himself and go back to his brothers after this episode!

It will be interesting how they’ll manage his character in the future episodes.

Also, what about Cody??? Is he dead? Imprisoned? Or really flew free from the Empire? I hope we will see him in other episode :(

PD: The scene with Crosshair alone in his room it reminded me the scene with Kallus in Star Wars Rebels after his episode with Garazeb. Coincidence? I think not!

[cantpickafandomtbh]

WOLFFE SHOWING UP IN THE BAD BATCH BROKE MY HEART AND IM SCARED BUT WHERE THE FUCK IS CODY??? HE ABANDONED THE EMPIRE, SHOULDN’T HE BE INTRODUCED BACK INTO THE SERIES ALSO??

[ca77m3anna]

The way I literally made a collage last week with Cody cuz he reminded me of the sun🫢

Summer means Cody time

[boggsart]

audio seemed fitting

[oohyesplease]

BAD BATCH SEASON 2 EPISODE 3 SPOILERS-

My train of thoughts for episode 3-

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S2 EP3

Bed Crosshair 🤯

HANDS?!

Sad Crosshair has no friends

32 ROTATIONS??!!!! MY BABYYHHHH

MORE HANDS!

Why are his eyes so beautiful

Lil smile for Cody boyyyyy

Cody lil side eye at Crosshair when he says about clones questioning their orders

‘MHMMMMMMMMMM’ noise 🫠

Pointing with toothpick again yay

Erm hello Ms Governor Ames

Yayyyyyy battle droids

I miss the separatists

Cody and Crosshair shouldn’t be in ships together they always get shot down

ROGER ROGER

Crosshair getting to do what he’s good at and not having to focus on being in command of other soldiers

HANDS

Crosshair being all chill at a tank shooting at him

THAT SHOT OMF

Cody in grey is killing me

WHY AM I ROOTING FOR THE EMPIRE

WLYER AND NOVA?! MORE NAMED CLONES?!

Praying Crosshair doesn’t try to shoot a kid 😂

DROIDEIKAS!!!!!

YOU GOTTA ROLL THE POPPERS SLOWLY GUYS duhhhh

Crosshair and Cody working together & needing a theme song

Nova!!!!

Spiral staircase battle yassss!

‘Just try and keep up’ YES SIR

YAYYYYYY reflective thingys

STOP CHOKING CROSSHAIR

Cody going all stabby

Yayyyy Cody

Saved by a knife like Hunters

Groany noises

THAT FREAKING SHOT

Crosshair even more croaky than normal

Cody trying to negotiate making me think of Obi Wan 😭

Cody is so handsome

Urgh fuck the empire again

Crosshair doesn’t like the word disloyalty 🤭

Poor Cody baby

He looks so sad 😭

What a freaking shot for Cody seeing the TK troopers moving in

I wanna know what that wall says

WAKE UP CROSSHAIR LISTEN TO CODY

why are his eyes so beautiful

Oooh shit he’s having a think about it

HANDS AGAIN OMF

Crosshair looks cold on that bed

Back in armour and back alone again 😭

WHY WONT THEY LET CROSSHAIR EAT???

Rampart needs to die

Also what’s rampart looking at on his datapad

HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW CODYS NAME

CODY IS AWOL AAAAHHHHHHH

Urgh I need to punch Rampart

This is 100% the beginning of Crosshair leaving the empire. PLEASE.

How am I meant to just go to work for 8 hours now

WAIT WHAT IF CODY HASNT GONE AWOL AND RAMPART HAS HIM SOMEWHERE OR KILLED HIM 😭😭😭😭

[astral-veil]

Not all clones are technically the same . Some workout more than others. part 2

[raphaerolo]

Get this man medical attention and a hug

[miseries-mistress]

CHOICES AND CONSEQUENCES | COMMANDER CODY

Synopsis: It's been two years, give or take, since the Empire first rose to power. Those years were more often than not filled with desolate loneliness, longing for the Cody you once knew to return to you as his former self. Only that day came sooner than you imagined. 

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, TBB S2 EP 3 SPOILERS, some angst, some fluff, bitter-sweet endings bc he deserves one. W/C: 1309

Notes: this is all over the place... just don't pay too much attention to it

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The flowers on your bedside table were long dead. You hadn't bothered to replace them- touch them is more accurate since Cody first put them there what feels like a million rotations ago. 

Your room was small, with nothing but a bed and a bathroom, but you should be lucky that the Empire provided this much after you were relocated from the 212th. Your refusal to leave the military was forged by the consequences of doing so because, despite your hatred and burning rage toward the Empire, you didn't have any kind of backup outside of this job. You're sure if you resigned, the Empire would make sure that one of their finest medics never gets a job again, forcing you to rely solely on them for any false sense of stability. In fact, they might not even let you leave at all, given how long you've served the Republic. Though, it didn't matter, for there was another part of you, another reason you refused to leave...because of him.

You worked as a field medic for the last two years of the Clone Wars for the 212th battalion. The job wasn't easy, but the company of the men made up for all the gore and death you had to witness and fix. It's how you met Cody, after all, how the flowers of your relationship bloomed, the petals stretching wide to reach new heights and opportunities like your smile once did. The relationship you and Cody shared was beautiful. No matter how much secrecy it caused the two of you, you flourished under the circumstances, just relishing in the feeling of being his while it lasted. Now it was all lost, the petals rotting and decaying, curling in on themselves with the stench of death, and you didn't have the heart to throw away your only physical reminder of what once was.

You don't see him much anymore. 

When the Empire first rose from the ashes of the Clone Wars, Cody was no longer the same. More noticeably, his eyes were dark; the bright gleam of life you had grown accustomed to seeing was nowhere to be found, his irises devoid of anything other than an end. Nevertheless, it had encouraged you to ask questions when he visited you about a headache, prattling on and on about the Empire and the Jedi turned traitors to all he stood for and fought for; what he was bred for. 

You listened with open ears as you did x-rays and scans, only to frown at the lack of results that something was abnormal. You knew Cody wasn't one to complain, especially when it came to pain- a clone commander's stubbornness- but there was nothing amiss, and that should have been your first sign that something was horribly wrong. 

Cody protested, insisting that something was definitely not right as you sent him off with a smile and some pain medication. Since then, the Empire has kept him busy shutting down rebel insurgents, gaining control of star systems, and making Cody dirty his blood-soaked hands further with the victims of the Empire. As a result, his visits grew far and few, never sharing the same connection you and he once had. However, it doesn't seem to matter to him. No matter how often you tried to talk to him and get him to open up in desperation to return to some sense of normalcy between you two, he reassured you that he was fine, just following orders. You didn't believe him. 

There's an unsteady and frantic knock at the door, echoing loudly throughout your room with a loud thump. You narrow your eyes at the entrance, but somehow, amongst your melancholy, you manage to rise from your bed, already dressed for the day, to greet your visitor.

It's Cody. 

You haven't seen him in six months, and even then, his last visit only lasted a couple of hours before he was deployed again, yet the first thing you notice is his armor. It's stripped of all its former color; the color of freedom he and his brother proudly sported has been leaked from every crevice of the one thing he's allowed to own. A testament to his enslavement to the Empire. 

The door is pulled shut, his shaky hands finding your shoulders like it's the most natural thing in the world, as if it's still you and Cody against the galaxy, not the other way around. You don't know what to feel as he searches your face, drinking in the sight of you with wild distress, and that scares you most of all.  

Your head is pounding as you watch Cody's mouth form words you can't entirely comprehend. A mission, Crosshair, droids, the governor, the finer details go over your head as you're still staggering from Cody's presence in front of you, as though no time has passed since his last visit. He's here and talking to you like he did when droids were the enemy. A weight lifts off your shoulders at the very thought of your Cody, the one who would lay on your chest and let you run your hands through his hair, returning from the darkness he's been hiding in. 

While his explanation is rushed, his tense body continually moving in a state of anxiety, his eyes wander from yours every once in a while to scan the room to ensure his safety. You recognize the look in his eyes, and things begin to click into place; he's scared. 

"Will you go with me?" he concludes his long-winded explanation, and you blink at him. After his strange behavior and detachment, he's come back and asks you to desert the Empire with him. To leave everything you know and hold behind, your lives, family, everything, all to build a better one for yourselves, a life together.  

You swallow the lump that had inexplicably formed in your throat, your blood pumping with newfound energy and purpose, and you collapse into his armored chest despite yourself. He returns the embrace as you crumble into him, offering you the comfort he was unable to provide before, offering every apology he can within his strong arms, providing you safety and security within his wiry muscles underneath his hardened exterior. You can't remember a time when you felt so cared for. 

You have questions, so many goddamn questions, but they all evaporate the moment he sees your lips moving to form words, uttering his own that leaves you reeling.

"Trust me."

And you can't help but do exactly that. You bite back every warning and concern, pushing it to the back of your mind because you will have time for them later. Time. 

You have time with him.

So while Cody holds you tenderly like he's afraid you'll break, you agree, practically sobbing in his chest with relief that after all this time, he still cares for you. Even when he is abandoning his brothers, the once Republic that fabricated him, the very thing he would have died for, he came to you and asked you to commit treason with him. The gesture speaks more volumes than any flowery language or touches ever could, conveying his belief and trust in you that after all that had happened, he's choosing you, and that's worth all the time in the world.