#trans clone week 2024

[omaano]

♥ Trans Rex My Beloved ♥

I'm late with this for sooo many reasons, and I was meaning to finish him for @clonefandomevents' Trans Clone Week.... but I've still made better time with this one than with Cody at least ^^;

Bi Gregor | AroAce Cody | Trans Rex | Ace Wolffe | Pride Flag Clones Tag

[wolviecat]

Shortly after the war ended, something… someone appeared in the city. People theorised it's a Jedi behind the mask, who somehow survived the order, but the Guard knew better. No one but one of them knew Corruscan so well and could get into any building unnoticed. (Fox as a Zillobeast inspired vigilante for day 2)

@clonefandomevents

[clonefandomevents]

Trans Clone Week 2024 Prompts!

Prompts are here! We have three prompts, a quote prompt, an image prompt and a battalion prompt for the first 6 days! Choose one, choose them all! Day 7 is a free day, anything you like or a prompt you couldn't decide between for an earlier day.

Day 1- July 14th:

Kamino Guard-

-Cadets

-Gender Affirming Technology

-Snuggling

-"For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream." Vincent Van Goh

('Becoming' banner by Jasper Alexander- https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/744761034799202304?source=share)

Day 2- July 15th:

212th-

-Trans Commander

-Gender Affirming Dirty Talk

-Intimacy

-"Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: You already are. You always were. And you still have time to be." Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am”, Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry

(A State of Mind by Robert W. Chambers- https://images.app.goo.gl/7BF1f723M5GKoGJDA)

Day 3- July 16th:

501st-

-Clone Gender Expression vs Other's Expectations

-Vod'e Cultural Gender Markers

-Tattoos

-"God has given you one face, and you make yourself another." - Shakespeare

(Barbie and Ken- https://images.app.goo.gl/4LEZ424od96RffeY7)

Day 4- July 17th:

104th-

-During Wartime

-Trans4Trans

-Hair Braiding

-"Invigorated by the possibility of reinventing my own body. The meaning was mine, as long as I was with those who had the vision and vocabulary to understand my creation." -Nick Krieger

(https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/722124686135361536?source=share)

Day 5-July 18th:

Coruscant Guard-

-A Senator/Natborn Finds Out

-Internalized Transphobia

-Nightclubs(79's)

-"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known." -Chuck Palahniuk

(https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/742328449316880384?source=share)

Day 6- July 19th:

Original Units-

-After the War

-Gender Euphoria

-Community

-“Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.” -Margaret Mead

(https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/722349367302012929?source=share)

Day 7-July 20th:

Free Day!! Create any and everything for your favorite clones!

[grackle-draws]

Trans Clone Week day 4

Prompts : During War time; Trans4Trans ; hair braiding ;

Lady had been growing her hair out her whole life. And being a pilot she had to keep it back and tidy, so she came up with a system. Eventually she was able to get it just how she liked it, and seeing her vode shocked expressions when she took off her bucket was just icing on the cake.

[the-starry-seas]

Trans Clone Week 2023 Day 1: Cadets / Gender Affirming Technology / Snuggling

“Something’s bothering you,” Fury says as he sits down next to xei. 

Well, one thing xe can always count on. Xeim brother will find ways to show up when he’s not particularly wanted, and will get right to the middle of things without any concern for whether xe wants to talk about it. 

For some reason, Whisper doesn’t mind as much as xe should. There’s no question that there’s some days where xe wants to punch him just so he shuts up for five kriffing minutes, but he’s not weird about it, at times like this. If xe told him to kark off, then off he would kark. 

It’s maybe the only reason that xe doesn’t actually say that. 

Instead Whisper lays back, flat on the roof of the hangar, watching the clouds above them. One of the rare breaks in Kaminoan rain, and xe wanted to be alone. Or at least that was what xe thought until he showed up. 

Xe raises a hand, and he takes it, his fingers lacing with xeims as he rests his head in his other hand. He won’t stay quiet for long. Xe can wait until he breaks the silence. Should only be a few seconds before– 

“Do you not wanna talk about it?” 

Sometimes his impetuous nature is amusing. Sometimes it helps make conversations happen. 

“I don’t know what to say,” xe admits. 

“Racer just says whatever comes to mind and that’s working out fine for her.” 

“She drives Blue crazy.” 

“We all drive Blue crazy.” 

“That’s true.” 

Whoever was in charge of assigning squads must not have been too good at their job. Blue is constantly begging them to behave for just five minutes and they’re all pretty consistent in ignoring him. 

Whisper doesn’t think xe’s that bad, but there is apparently quite a bit that xe does, that he doesn’t think is particularly appropriate social behaviour. The biting thing has been an argument since they were tubies. Xe wonders if he’s only still trying to rein xei in out of habit. Surely he can’t expect xei to change now. 

People have surprised xei before, though, so xe generally doesn’t say anything to that effect. It seems to be some kind of challenge to them. Say that can’t be what you want and suddenly it’s all they can think about. Ridiculous. 

“Sooo…” Fury prompts. 

Whisper sighs, and looks over at him finally. 

“I’m different. Like Racer. But not.” 

“What, like girl-different?” 

“But not,” xe repeats, and looks back at the clouds. They’re slowly separating from each other, bedraggled wisps scratching across the sky. That’s how xe feels right now. Slowly being torn apart. 

How am I supposed to figure out who I am? 

“That’s cool.” 

But he lets go of xeim hand, which doesn’t seem to be all that ‘cool’. Not until he shuffles down to lay next to xei, their sides pressed together from shoulder to hip. He likes touching people. Doesn’t have to be his batchmates, it’s anyone who can put up with his incessant talking and wiggling around. 

Usually, Whisper finds it annoy. Right now, it’s kind of okay. Xe hadn’t realised, until he came up, that xe didn’t want to be alone. Since the incident with the fight club, xe hasn’t been very good at being around them. Hasn’t been very good at being xeiself. 

Maybe it was just because xe didn’t know what xe was supposed to be. 

“If I’m not like you,” xe says, “and I’m not like Racer. That doesn’t leave a lot of options.” Xe frowns. “Does it?” 

Fury just makes an I-don’t-know sort of noise, which he seems to be rather fond of doing. 

People thinks he’s stupid, but he’s not. Whisper knows that more than anyone. He’s the smartest one of their squad, and probably a bunch of other squads, too. They can be competitive, batchmates. Among themselves, and with other cadets. When it comes to tech, nobody can match him, as far as xe knows. 

The sun breaks through the clouds, and xe grumbles to xeiself and turns over on xeim side to hide xeim face in Fury’s shoulder. 

“You wanna do something about it?” he asks. 

It’s xeim turn to make the I-don’t-know sort of noise. 

Xe grumbles again when he pats vaguely at the side of xeim head. He probably things it’s helpful. It’s mostly just annoying. Not the first time xe’s thought that, but usually he’s better at picking up on when he’s being irritating, and he doesn’t seem to have a clue, right now. 

Whisper sits up abruptly, wrapping xeim arms around xeim knees. 

“Girls get stuff like that. Like Ruusaan. She said they changed her face. Gave her tits. But I don’t want my body to be different. I don’t think.” 

“Do you want your face different?” 

Xe has to think about that. 

“I don’t want to not look like my squad. Maybe newborns are different. But we’ve always been us. We’ve always been the same.” And I’m too different inside, to be that different outside. But I don’t think I’d want it anyway. I don’t care that I look like this. I just– 

“I just don’t want people to think I’m a guy,” xe realises. “Maybe I can put something on my armour. Like jaig eyes, but for – whatever.” 

“Well, I liked you as a brother,” Fury says, “but I like you as a whatever, too.” He knocks a foot against xeims, and grins. Like that’s all it’ll take for things to be okay. 

They manage to be quiet for a good thirty seconds before he speaks again. 

“You know, if you want something to change. We can look into it. After the war. Maybe tattoo something on your forehead.” 

Xe grins, then snorts a laugh, then puts an arm over his waist and snuggles closer. This was the last thing xe expected when he came up here, but that’s all right. He surprises everyone. It’s usually in a good way. 

“Whatever you want,” Fury promises. “I’ll find a way. You’re my favourite, you know.” 

“After Racer?” 

“Nah. Just my favourite. So it is cool. We’ll figure it out and you’ll be whoever you want.” He smiles crookedly. “Whatever, even.” 

“Whatever,” Whisper echoes, and closes xeim eyes. With the sun coming out, it’s warm up here, now. Xe could probably fall asleep. And with Fury here, there’s nothing to worry about. 

Someday. Maybe. Maybe xe’ll figure out what xe wants to look like. But right now, all xe needs to know is that xe can be whatever xe wants. 

“I want to do something different with my hair.” 

“Like what?” 

“Grow it out, maybe. On one side.” That seems… right, in a way xe can’t put xeim finger on. 

“I can cut the short side, if you want it to be buzzed down.” 

For once in xeim life, xe barely even has to think about it. 

“Yeah. I’d like that.” 

Someday will probably be very far away. Today, xe closes xeim eyes and falls asleep beside xeim brother.

[insertmeaningfulusername]

Aayla is the blue sky, and Bly is a butterfly yearning to take flight.

Written for day 2 of @clonefandomevents' Trans Clone Week 2024, for the prompts "Trans Commander", "Gender Affirming Dirty Talk" and "Intimacy". Some lesbians!Blyla smut that's purely self-indulgent :3

[transitranger327]

Eddy Squad Character Profiles

Trans Clone Week Day 7: Free day!

I was planning on writing another fic or two about Eddy Squad for @clonefandomevents’ Trans Clone Week, but real life got in the way, so y’all will have to settle for some Background info on the group and profiles for all 4 members. I would’ve made sketches for each of them, but I didn’t have time for them so I’ve attached ~✨Vibes✨~ images

Eddy Squad is a Clone Commando group attached to the 187th (legion or battalion? I’ll never tell), and their armor is accented with the unit’s colors (purple or maroon? You decide). Like most Republic Commando groups they report directly to their General (Mace Windu) and Commander (originally Ponds, later Silver), and have served with them since the First Battle of Geonosis. Its name comes from eddies in water currents and magnetic fields, so their logo is a spiral to match (yes I know the koru is a unfurling fern frond)

Interestingly, all four are trans (I say this as if I didn’t cook up these characters myself). Some Kaminoan scientists believe that is because all four are from the same batch of embryos, but this seems unlikely since trans clone troopers exist in multiple batches and generations.

Lieutenant Spice (RC-3120)

Spice has been the leader of the Eddies ever since they were kids. She claims the name comes from the fact that she’s “intoxicating”; her wit, charm, and swagger are just as potent as her combat skills (top of her class). She lives by the phrase “so good they can’t ignore you”, and has managed to wrangle several promotions despite most of the GAR leadership disliking her. Despite her outward persona of “flippant disregard for authority”, she truly respects her superiors and will follow their orders (usually after she convinces them to change slightly).

In addition to her leadership skills, she specializes in hand-to-hand and melee combat. Her preferred weapon is an Electrostaff she took off of a MagnaGuard she defeated.

She’s the most Femme out of all the Eddies, and has a cartoon kiss painted on her breastplate. She is extremely bisexual. She was the second member to come out as trans.

Jack (RC-3119)

Jack is the Technology Specialist and Medic of Eddy Squad; patching code and patching bodies. Her name comes from being able to slice into a computer system from any Jack (Doylist: also Gentleman Jack). In contrast to Spice, Jack actually has deep problems with authority and fully buys into the hacker ethic.

She was the first Eddy to come out as trans, and hacked her way into building a hormonal implant. She’s also a Butch Lesbian. Her armor is detailed like a circuitboard, with a notch on a wire for each kill.

Terra (RC-3122)

Terra is the designated reconnaissance and explosives technician, tho her skills are a bit more general than those titles suggest. Her sense of direction is incredibly sharp, she can memorize maps shockingly fast, and once she’s scouted a route she can navigate others along it with little difficulty. She also has expertise in all things chemical and mechanical, can seemingly make a bomb out of anything, and can disassemble one in record time. She painted her armor like a bomb squad troopers and added orange accents as an homage. She and Jack often fight over who’s the better gadget-maker.

She’s panromantic and asexual, and enjoys nightclubs just as much as Spice. She also enjoys the time she gets with nature, and has only enmity for flamethrowers.

Convor (RC-3121)

Finally we have Convor, the last of Eddy Squad to come out (in the early days of the war). They actually use They/She pronouns, but still considers themselves to be sister to the other Eddies. They’re Bisexual, and leans towards other nonbinary people. They actually prefer being alone, and she doesn’t understand why Spice and Terra always hit up the clubs on surface leave. However, despite being extremely introverted, they’re incredibly socially adept and often has to defuse arguments among the other three.

Their skills are primarily sniping (marksmanship broadly) and flying. While Eddy Squad doesn’t have a dedicated shuttle like the Bad Batch, they do pilot shuttles for the group on solo missions. This is where the name and wing motif on her armor comes from.

[waxerboilmonth]

Waxer*Boil Month 2024 SFW prompt list is live!

Each week of March, 2024 includes four SFW text prompts and two SFW image prompts. All of them are listed under the cut below. Click here for the NSFW🌶️ prompts.

Remember: you may choose to do one prompt for the entire month, one for each week, or multiple prompts per week. You’re welcome to combine the prompts listed for a given week. Any of the prompts can be used as inspiration for any kind of fan work. See the FAQ/Rules for more info.

✨If you like any of the images below, consider reblogging, commenting on, or otherwise giving the artists some love!✨

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WEEK 1: March 3, 2024 - March 9, 2024

• Umbara what-if

• one treating the other’s injuries and comforting them/tending to wounds

• hobbies (knitting, playing an instrument, drawing, collecting things, etc.)

• comfort after a nightmare

• Donato Giancola - Nienor and Glaurung, 2013

• nuriko-kun

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WEEK 2: March 10, 2024 - March 16, 2024

• huddling for warmth/safety

• non-sexual intimacy

• literally cuffed/tied/stuck together

• Coruscant Guard Waxer

• Toa Heftiba

• Nelleke

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WEEK 3: March 17, 2024 - March 23, 2024

• Force-sensitive clones/Jedi Waxer and/or Boil

• touch-starved

• held hostage/captive

• “I missed being with you like this”

• Nicholas Roerich - Star of the Hero

• Donato Giancola - Whispers

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WEEK 4: March 24, 2024 - March 30, 2024

• hurt/comfort

• desperate kisses while in danger

• return to Ryloth/staying on Ryloth/rebellion era Waxer and Boil on Ryloth with teenage Numa

• trans/nonbinary Waxer and/or Boil

• Jenifail

• Photo by Rubin Starset, shared under the CC BY-NC-SA license

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NSFW prompts are here!🌶️

@swfandomevents​

[nityarawal]

3/27/2024

World War 3 -

Trinity

Morning Songs

6 Months Into World

War 3

We Wish You Had A 

Plan

Better Than

Matchmaking

6 Months Into

World War 3

Yeah Tesla Trolled

Me

Yeah I Got 50+

Elon's On The Line

Only 3 Could

Say My Name

6 Months Into World

War 3

If Mamma Had

Her Assets

This Wouldn't Be

6 Months Into

World War 3

We Told You

To Hold The Rockets

Nasa

Space X

But The Carbon Queen's

Wouldn't Listen

They Wanted Hammas

They Joked 

Mammas Mammas

Never Enough

Children

Never Enough

Mammas

Carbon Queen's

Wouldn't Listen

Got Elon Roped

To His Desk

Doing "9 To 5"

80 Hours A Week

For Their Bliss

Transing The Nation

At T.I.T.T.S.

Space X Station

Trying To Satisfy

J-ma Lusts

Vivian Wasn't 

Enough

Cybertrucks

Won't Pay Advertising

Too Busy Pumping

Elon For Their

"Free," Sex Trade

Cybertrucks

Pimped To Vegas

Doje

Daytraders

Sales Men

Won't Release Their

Tips

Products To Moms'

Pumping Kimmy's Robot

And Lady Gaga

To The Gays

Blame The Gays

My Spin Dr Says 

Blame The Gays

But He Won't 

Un- Cancel

Kanye

Tethered To A

Transvestite

Handler

Blame The Gays

For What They Did

To

Your Family

Dr. Cash Declares

From 'Psychology

For Dummies'

Blame The Gays

For Grooming Sarah

Silverman

Blame Dr. Silverman

"Wild Wild Country,"

Osho's Cult

Molesting

Blame The Masons

Blame The Army

Blame The Attys

Buttplugging

Invitro Wars

Blame The Stirling Men's

Group

For What They Did 

We Mustn't Hurt 

Our Brothers

Even If They're Our

Atty Mollesters

Secret Service

Slave Owners

Get Even

50/50 Refunds

Return Our Kids

Immediately

Send Them To The

Border

Elon Musk Clones

Are Fired

Britney Spears Bots

Dancing In Circles

Retire

Send Them To The 

Border

For Junk Art

Demon-strations

The Only Thing

That Will Heal

Our Geriatric

Leaders Souls'

Creatively

Don't You Know

Not F-Eloning

Elon

Not Creating More 

Slaves

Not Embryo Google

Apple Pets

Kids

In Cages

That's Not Fame

Immortalising A Dead Man

Put Away The

Robot

Invitro Camp

We Can't Sustain

12 Million Lab Rats

Stop The Rockets'

Stop The Trans- Air Force Rapes

Stop The Cancer

On My Mothers'

Stop The Corkscrew

Germ Warfare

Dumb Drs

And Use The Spring

Back

On Rockets

Self Care

Forever 

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[happyman42]

My Predictions For 2024

A Roblox streamer will say the n word.

Southern state passes bill making it legal to shoot any trans person on sight.

The Barney Movie makes 8 barbillion dollars, Ben Shapiro then proceeds to make a 7 hour rant about it for views.

Kanye West says some shit about clones or whatever, then collabs with Billy Corgan on an album that never gets finished but gets leaked 3 months later and it's so good that everyone forgets both of their respective shittiness.

A hacker leaks something video game related, gets out scot free from insanity plea, escapes a mental institution and is never heard from ever again.

YouTube will go through a phase where it will start recommending Family Guy anime parodies to people for no reason.

Elon Musk temporarily changes the X icon to some meme from 2017.

A band tries to summon a demon in a concert, they give up and play Creep / Wonderwall instead.

A YouTuber/celebrity I semi-liked gets cancelled and I have to pretend like a give a shit.

People start unironically thinking the Star Wars Holiday Special was genius after Disney somehow makes a worse new one.

AI generated RedLetterMedia videos become a meme for 2 weeks.

DeadWingDork discovers a new fetish on DeviantArt that spawned from an obscure 2000s anime.

RebelTaxi will get semi-cancelled for sending Raven fetish commissions to an underage Furaffinity artist.

The Pokemon anime will show a 2 second gay / lesbian couple that will enrage conservatives so much that Tucker Carlson will cover it.

The Bluey subreddit gets investigated by the CIA after someone leaks classified alien documents on it.

A furry will spread their cum on something or someone, the furry fandom will be traumatized yet again.

Bill Cosby is killed in a mysterious incident, conspiracies ensue.

Twitter / X goes bankrupt and everyone migrates to another website that will be ruined in 5 years.

An early 2010s Let's Player will come out as trans, KiwiFarms will spout cancer about it.

Chris Chan will finally begin his homeless arc after being banned from every place in America.

The Hollywood strike only ends after CordorDigital threatens to make Anime Rock Paper Scissors 3, everyone in Hollywood continues to get screwed over anyways.

Biden dies 2 days after the election ends, whether or not he wins.

Penguinz0 will make a video about any one of these where he'll say the words troglodyte and butthole 7 times and call it content.

Someone will reply with the Apollo ball meme on this post.

[indira-korr]

For Day 2 of Trans Clone Week 2024 @clonefandomevents

Prompt: Quote by Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am”, Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry

"Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: You already are. You always were. And you still have time to be."

[clonefandomevents]

Trans Clone Week 2024 is coming this July!! Here is the form to submit prompts for the week! It will be open through March 14th! Can't wait to see what prompts we get!

[the-starry-seas]

And I've finished the prompts for Trans Clone Week 2024! Featuring a dozen of my trans clone OCs and quite a few more on the side :)

[insertmeaningfulusername]

Bug is a scout who likes to stick his nose into other people’s business, even when he’s not on duty. He is also the bane of Rain’s existence, a regular plight on their medbay. For once, however, he seems to have a solid reason for the invasion.

A fill for the prompt "Hair Braiding" and the quote prompt from day 4 of @clonefandomevents' Trans Clone Week 2024. Also my first time writing a fic exclusively with my own OCs!! Thank you to the people running the event for organising it 💙

[transitranger327]

The Eddy Squad File #1: Body Mods

Decided to join Trans Clone Week 2024, with this fic following the prompts “Cadets” and “Gender Affirming Technology”

Eddy Squad is an all-trans squad of Clone Commandos attached to the 187th: Spice, Convor, Terra, and Jack. This file is a disciplinary incident. Interspersed with the official report is a narrative from Jack, explaining how she realized she was trans, and how she developed a body mod for medically transitioning.

CW: Institutional Transphobia, gore-free Medical Procedures.

The fic and additional notes can be found below the cut. All dates are given in Coruscant Reckoning, they translate to roughly 26-25 BBY

Commando Group 187-C3 “Eddy Squad”—Incident Report #597

Dates involved: 7952.98.1–7952.725.4

Description: RC-3119 stole proprietary Kaminoan medical technology, modified it, and implanted it in himself herself and RC-3120 without physician supervision. Despite this, the self-inflicted “procedure” had no lasting side-effects, and subsequent evaluations have deemed them suitable to continue Commando training. 

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It was the only option I had left. Well, it wasn’t the only option, but I was 7 and my anti-authoritarian streak was in full swing. Kinda funny for someone bred to be a soldier to have a problem with authority, but hey, I’m a Clone Commando. It’s kinda my job to be outside the norm.

Let me introduce myself. I’m Jack (the Kaminoans call me RC-3119), the Technology and Medical specialist of Eddy Squad. My sisters in the squad have been effective since the first battle of Geonosis, and we get better every mission. If you don’t know much about the GAR besides the headlines, you may be surprised by my use of “sisters”, but we clones are more than just a string of identical men. General Windu (my boss) once told me that every individual, even a clone, has their own signature in the Force. I’m not sure I believe him, but it’s certainly a hell of a lot more compelling than whatever “scientific” explanations the Kaminoans tried coming up with to explain us. For a while they just completely denied we exist, so I’m hesitant to believe their “expertise” about our own personal lives. 

Let me tell you the story about how I broke some regulations and wrote the new ones.

We first-gen clones had a slightly different upbringing than the shinies you see fighting today. No older clones to give us advice. No hands-on training with the Jedi, none of the spiritual guidance the new kids get today. And we were pretty isolated from the galaxy at large, given we were a secret project nobody knew about. So our only social contact was the Kaminoans (who kept us at arms length so we never got close to them), the mercenaries they brought in to train us (who only stayed for a year or two at most), and each other. Obviously, we were exceptionally close with our squad, but we also had plenty of contact across divisions and battalions. Beyond the loyalty to our brothers and the Republic, we basically had to develop our own society. Weird rituals were developed partially out of superstition, partly out of boredom. Our idea of family is, I suspect, very different from most beings in the Galaxy. And gender…

Most of us first-gens didn’t conceptualize our own gender until we were about 6. That might sound normal for most humans and near-humans, but remember, we age twice as fast. When we started learning about galactic cultures in the programs, we started imagining ourselves as part of a larger society. At about the same time, Eddy Squad and several other commando groups were being trained by the mercenary Sugi. And she was…everything I wanted to be. Incredibly skilled, irreverent of power structures, but believed in honor and justice. She would always say, “Never break an oath. Your skills are one thing, but if you don’t use them with honor, you’re no better than a common thug.” And she was just so effortlessly her. So I started emulating her, first skills, then philosophy. But I realized something was missing. Something…a bit more ephemeral.

—

I first met Sister in the mess hall. The 187th and the 302nd were doing basic tactics training together. I usually ate with Eddy Squad, but I’d stayed late, staring at an encyclopedia page about Zabrak society. Having grabbed my food, I noticed an open seat across from a clone with her short hair in a few braids. I ask if I can sit there. 

“Of course you can, we’re family. I’m Sister, and these are my brothers in Charger squad. Do you have a name like Colt and Bronco here? Or do you still go by your Number, like Six-Oh-Three and Two-Nine?” 

I’d never really thought about having a name back then. It hadn’t felt important. We were all numbers, cogs in the GAR machine. “Uh I’m RC-3119. But my squad are all RC-31s, so I’m usually called Nineteen”

“Ooooh boys did you hear that? We’re sitting with a future Commando. Colt, do you want anything signed?” He grumbled something about wanting to be an ARC trooper not a Commando, before Sister continued “So what brings a Commando over to a table full of regs? I thought you always stayed as a squad.”

“I stayed late at class, just kinda staring at my notes and thinking. I told the rest of Eddy Squad they could eat without me.” It was enough of the truth without saying something embarrassing.

Most of Charger squad went back to chatting amongst themselves, but Sister kept talking to me. “Staring off into the distance and thinking? Maybe about your mercenary mentors? Done that plenty of times, Nineteen. Self-reflection is a pretty good teacher.” Her implications were pretty obvious, and suddenly “Nineteen” felt incredibly, viscerally wrong. My demeanor change must’ve been obvious, because she asked, “Was that…too relatable?”

I felt the urge to whisper. “How did—how did you know?” I had never felt so seen, so exposed, not even when I kriffed up a training exercise. 

She just smiled and said, “call it a hunch. How you approached me sitting down. It was different from a curious brother.”

I don’t remember much of the rest of the conversation, but she clearly enjoyed talking with me because we remain friends to this day. After that night, I told the other Eddies I was a girl, and they were just as supportive as Charger squad was. Slowly, one by one, the rest of them came out too, until none of us were going to be the men the Jedi had ordered. But we’re still clones, so we gave each other our names.

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7952.98.1, 1526 hours: RC-3119 submits Form 306.768 requesting Estradiol (“Request 1”) 7952.98.1, 1527 hours: Request 1 immediately rejected, as Estradiol is not on the approved medication list 7952.98.1, 1539 hours: RC-3119 again submits Form 306.768 requesting Estradiol, with slight differences (“Request 2”) 7952.98.1, 2034 hours: Junior Researcher Elo Panil reviews Request 2. He rejects Request 2 and attaches the standardized uses of Testosterone in human male development. 7952.98.2, 0921 hours: RC-3119 again submits Form 306.768 requesting Estradiol (“Request 3”), this time attached with Tag #34 (“appeal tag”) and six research papers (see Appendices Jenth–Nern) 7952.98.2, 0943 hours: Junior Researcher Elo Panil refers Request 3 to Disciplinary Committee and Genetic Council 7952.98.2, 1313 hours: Disciplinary Committee begins deliberation 7952.98.2, 1656 hours: Disciplinary Committee submits recommendation “to threaten decommission” to Genetic Council  7952.98.2, 1738 hours: Genetic Council tables discussion of Request 3 7952.98.3, 1000 hours: Genetic Council continues discussion of Request 3 7952.98.3, 1855 hours: Genetic Council tables discussion of Request 3 7952.98.4, 1030 hours: Genetic Council continues discussion of Request 3 7952.98.4, 1223 hours: Genetic Council votes 5-4 against Request 3 7952.98.4, 1911 hours: Chief Scientist Nala Se formally rejects Request 3

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Puberty is hell for most humans and those adjacent, but when you have to go thru it twice as fast, it really sucks. Even worse when you go thru the wrong one. By the time testosterone had really started kicking in, I was done. I knew from the anatomy programs that humans could easily change their sex by simply changing what hormones were coursing thru their veins, so I set my heart on that.

Little did I know how much trouble I would get into. But even knowing, I still wouldn’t change a thing.

One of the most common forms I have to fill out on a daily basis is Form 306.768: Requisition for Medical Supplies. While the glamor of the field medic comes from patching up people and keeping everyone alive in the fight, that’s the easy part. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug for both treated and treater. No, most of my actual mental load as a medic is spent filling out forms. It’s still just as boring as when I started my med training (but not boring enough that I can do it on autopilot). But you can always fill it out for personal requests, and for most clones it’s actually sleeping pills to deal with insomnia. 

So 7-year-old me, Med trainee dealing with hellish puberty, thinks “why not fill out 306.768 to request estrogen?” Honestly, it’s kind of hilarious I thought it would be that easy back then. So I diligently filled out the form, and pressed submit. 

The initial rejection was so fast, I thought it was an error. 

So I went over my formatting, changed a few words to make sure it didn’t get flagged as a duplicate, and resubmitted it. 

It took a few hours to get the rejection notice this time. At least this time, it had some reasons attached. “Testosterone improves muscle mass and other athletic abilities. Eliminating it would decrease the effectiveness of a soldier in the Grand Army of the Republic.” 

I was fuming. You know what else decreases the effectiveness of a soldier? Hating yourself and your body so much you don’t want to do anything besides run away and cry. 

But by the next day, I was able to pull myself together enough to send in the form again, this time with a detailed explanation of why I needed estrogen, along with multiple research papers from across the galaxy showing why estrogen does not decrease athletic effectiveness. 

This rejection notice took several days to arrive, and was apparently written by Nala Se herself. I had been holding out one last hope that someone on the research team would finally understand, but apparently none of them saw the value of soldiers outside their own ideals. There was even a veiled threat about being 99’d.

That’s when I knew I had to take matters into my own hands. Embrace the Slicer lifestyle. I had gotten the name “Jack” from being able to plug into any computer jack (and I mean any, not just the standard droid ports) and extract the information I needed. I had already sliced into the Holonet at large and began importing culture beyond the carefully curated media the Kaminoans liked to show us. I’m honestly not sure why they tried keeping so much from us, that kind of exposure made me fall in love with every part of the Republic, not just the Core. The Taris undercity, in particular, put out some of the best techno music and some of the greatest Slicer philosophers. Those that embraced the freedom and self-expression of doing it yourself, rather than just seeing slicing as a technical skill. 

And now it was my turn.

The Kaminoans had some old research on creating organic computers from human tissue. I’m honestly not sure why they didn’t progress further on it, it seemed light-years ahead of the the rest of the galaxy’s biotech research. The process for growing a chip seemed simple enough, and the programming of “create xesh amount of estradiol each day” wouldn’t be much harder. Only problem was, the tech needed to grow one would not be easily requisitioned. 

So I did the only logical thing: steal it.

Okay, it was more like borrowing, because I was never planning on keeping it forever, but the higher-ups would almost certainly see it as stealing. I was going to copy the specs too, and see if I could build one myself (and improve on it). Ironic that we call all of it slicing, when this would be the first slice I did that involved literally slicing into something using a scalpel. 

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7952.306.5, 2357 hours: during routine inventory of Genetics Lab 45-23, a B37D cell programmer was reported as missing 7952.307.1, 0630 hours: inspections looking for the B37D cell programmer find it at 187-C3’s computer terminal. All 4 members brought in for questioning separately.  7952.307.1, 0645 hours: blood tests reveal both RC-3119 and RC-3120 have Estradiol and Testosterone levels consistent with human girls at their biological age. RC-3121 and RC-3122 have hormone levels consistent with other clones. A Disciplinary Committee meeting is called into session. 7952.307.1, 1230 hours: despite refusing to offer information about the stolen B37D, RC-3121 and RC-3122 are released to their programs 7952.307.1, 1300 hours: RC-3119 and RC-3120 are placed in the same room in an attempt to elicit answers from both

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For more context in the rest of this story, I need to introduce you to the leader of Eddy Squad, and my partner in crime for this escapade, Spice (aka RC-3120). She’s been basically been our leader since we first learned how to walk and talk. She can talk her way out of pretty much any situation, and can fight out of the rest of them. Her hand-to-hand skills were top of every chart on Kamino, and it translated onto the battlefield: her preferred weapon these days is an electrostaff she took from a MagnaGuard she destroyed (that little stunt got her promoted to Lieutenant). But above all, she doesn’t break anyone’s trust; she never shares a secret. This is both highly valued by Republic Intelligence and loathed by GAR Police. 

She’s also the second member of Eddy Squad to come out. While I’m pretty masculine despite being a woman, she’s deep into her femininity. So when I told her that I was planning on modding myself, she wanted in too. 

Stealing the cell programmer was easy enough. There was a genetics lab storage closet that had a spare programmer, and as a Med trainee, I had access to the science levels. I went after one of my programs on the level. I stayed a bit late to “finish up” my report, then when nobody was looking, I went to the genetics lab. The outer lock was easy enough to slice into, and the storage space still had its door left open. And security recordings wouldn’t’ve caught me either, I had set up a basic recording loop as I walked to the lab. After grabbing it, I simply dropped it off at our squad’s terminal (it was small enough I could put it in an empty drawer). 

To build a bio-computer for humans, you first need human stem cells. They’re easy enough to acquire, as bone marrow is full of them. After a simple extraction, I placed the cells into the programmer’s gel matrix (thankfully, it used a standard bacta gel so I wouldn’t have to requisition anything suspicious). I had already written the necessary code, so the programmer got to work growing the bio-implant. It would function as an artificial organ, responding to other hormone levels to produce healthy amounts of E. And after about a week, it was fully grown and ready for implantation.

Spice and I were the only ones awake for it. We didn’t want to implicate anyone else, have anyone else suffer consequences. I made a small incision with a plasma scalpel into the skin on the side my rib cage, where two parts of Katarn-class armor would overlap. Wouldn’t want a lucky shot from a clanker to damage it. As Spice held the gel matrix, I used a pincer to extract my hard work from it. She asked, “You ready? There’s no going back.” 

“There never was.”

I gently tucked the mod underneath the skin flap, and closed it up with microsutures. The thin film of bacta on the implant caused it to instantly integrate with my body. I felt an immediate thrill. Brand-new blood vessels branched off of my existing ones, and fused with the pre-grown capillaries of the mod. A rush of new cells growing around the chip making it a part of me. I swear I could feel it come to life. That’s when I knew, I was finally becoming myself. 

Spice clearly saw I was enjoying myself. “Girl, when you come down off that high, I’m gonna need you to start growing one for me.” She disposed of the used gel matrix, and started preparing a new one as I slowly came back to my senses. She had planned to wait for a week and see how I felt first, but it seemed like that had gone out the viewport.

As I got up, I grabbed the autosyringe. “You sure you don’t want to wait and see how this goes for me?” I ask her. “I might’ve messed up something in the process.” 

She turns to me, “Jack, I’ve seen your slicing and medic skills. There’s no one I trust more to do this than you.” I see the warmth in her eyes. The same brown eyes as me, but somehow even more like my own than anyone else. “We’re sister, we’re in this together. I don’t want to be an accomplice if I can’t have all the benefits.” As she smiles, I stab the autosryinge into her hip and pull out a bone marrow sample. “Hey! That hurt!”

I turn to the programmer and offer, “it hurts less if you don’t expect it.” I place the sample into the tray and start the mod program once again, and feel a new era for clones beginning.

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It was a couple months before anyone discovered what was amiss. A few other clones (Sister and few others she had befriended) expressed interest, but none were ready to commit to the implant. A few tried (and failed) to use Form 306.768, but most were content to just be socially accepted as they were. Not from the aiwha-bait (they still called us men), but from our brothers. 

It was early one morning when an unannounced inspection took place. These were annoying, but not usually a problem. Most clones seem to have an unshakeable need to be tidy. This time, they were looking for something specific—the cell programmer. As soon as they found it in our terminal drawer, they hauled all four of us off for questioning. Separately. I’d worried about this for some time now, but not that much. The only way they could punish us is what they would probably do anyway if I hadn’t done this and instead fell apart as a soldier.

I’m not sure how long they tried the separate questioning, but it was probably hours. They alternated between questioning me about my sex, and weird unrelated questions about brain research. I refused to give them any straight answers. Then Spice was brought into the room with me. “Don’t worry Jack, I didn’t tell them anything,” she said with a smile. I doubt even the most advanced interrogator droids could’ve gotten anything out of her. 

Then someone new entered. One of our mercenary instructors, Mirta Rau, a Mandalorian Protector, apparently an old friend of our distant father. As she sat down, she took off her helmet and we got an up-close look at her piercing blue eyes. “Don’t worry, you’re not in any serious trouble. Most of this is pure bluster on your creators’ part.” She somehow reclined in the extremely rigid chair. “Just tell us the truth, and the worst you’ll get is extra programs for punishment.” She winked, “maybe even more training with me.”

It was a tempting proposition. The slicer ethic was, after all, that all information should be free. Why was I trying to even hide my slices from them? Then I remembered they consider us property that can be disposed of at any time. I turn to Spice and whisper, “do you think she’s telling the truth?”

She thought for a second then whispered back, “she’s never lied to us before. I’m pretty sure deception like this is against the Mandalorian creed or something.”

Mirta, apparently hearing us, leaned in. “I’ve seen your scores and your skills. If they do kick you out or try to dispose of you, I’ll make sure you two have a place on Concord Dawn. Being punished for living as yourself is downright heresy in our culture.”

It was enough assurance that I laid it out for her. The 306.768 rejections, how I was never planning on selling the programmer and only wanted to use it to help my sisters, and how Spice and I have been using the mod for months and our scores have only gone up. I just hoped it was enough.

“Wow.” Mirta Rau was stunned. “I can’t believe that’s what they’ve been mistreating you for.” She paused for a moment. “Thank you for your honesty, Jack. I’ll make sure you two are treated well.” She got up, donned her helmet, and left. 

The two of us had to wait another hour or two before we learned of our fates.

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7952.307.1, 1313 hours: Instructor Mirta Rau questions the cadets. RC-3119 explainshisher actions. 7952.307.1, 1342 hours: Instructor Mirta Rau advocates for RC-3119 and RC-3120 at the Disciplinary Committee meeting.  7952.307.1, 1604 hours: Disciplinary Committee submits recommendation to “temporarily restrict privileges, confiscate stolen equipment, and increase program load” to Director of Clone Training Ko Sai. 7952.307.1, 1705 hours: Director Ko Sai officially releases RC-3119 and RC-3120 7952.307.1, 1730 hours: Junior Researcher Elo Panil submits a recommendation for “frequent blood tests” to Director Ko Sai 7952.433.4, 0931 hours: Blood tests of RC-3119 and RC-3120 continue to be within normal range for human girls at their biological age. 7952.725.4, 0829 hours: Blood tests of RC-3119 and RC-3120 continue to be within normal range for human girls at their biological age. This incident is considered officially closed.

Next Steps: Continue to Monitor RC-3119 and RC-3120 for future medical issues and further conduct unbecoming of a soldier. Occasional questioning about research is permitted.

Addendum #597-01: Further questioning may lead to RC-3119 to discover the true nature of the Clone Inhibitor Chip, and should be discontinued. He She does not seem to be aware of our classified research (Added 7953.22.3)

Addendum #597-02: In accordance with Clone Gender Directive 1, RC-3119’s pronouns have been corrected. The medical implant she created should be used as template for other, similar clones. Contact Nala Se for further information. (Added 7954.12.3)

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Notes: I have detailed character profiles and armor designs for all 4 members of Eddy Squad. I’ll post them here at some point. The squad name comes from eddies in water currents/fluid dynamics. Also, while I have read Queen’s Hope (which introduced Sister), I’ve not yet read Brotherhood, so I don’t know her exact division. I’m just assuming the 302nd Battalion (which she is part of) and Rancor Battalion (which is led by Colt) are other battalions of the 7th Sky Corps (along with the famous 212th), which is why Obi-Wan is Sister’s General. Mirta Rau is an OC, she’s Fenn Rau’s sister and a fellow Protector.

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