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silverwings22 · 7 months ago

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 18: Arms Race

Chapter Warnings: Nothing this time. Series Warnings: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a.

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“I can’t believe you let Shiani fly, but I have to prove I memorized all the ship specs before I can.” Omega was standing behind Tech in the pilot seat, staring a hole in his head. Echo was trying not to snicker at her indignant little face, lest her pint-sized wrath be turned on him next. Shiani was sitting behind him with her datapad, and looked over at the girl with a head-cocked smile. “That’s not fair, Tech. Even if she is your girlfriend.”

“Shiani is an adult.” Tech said with a sigh. “It is only natural that there will differences in your training-”

“I already had the ship specs memorized, Baby Mega.” The siren chuckled. “And he only let me take off once. Don’t worry about me learning faster, I’ve had more time to learn. I started memorizing specs back on Kamino.”

Tech craned his head back. “You did?”

She nodded. “My comm was one of Wrecker’s old ones. It had ship information buried in the code. Once you taught me to read Basic, it was just a matter of getting into the files.” She smiled proudly.

Echo whistled. “That’s impressive.”

“I like to know how things work. Then I can fix them, or make them better.” She smiled. “Tech opened up whole new worlds for me to learn. I knew most things underwater… I used to be the Minister of Security in Acopit. I probably got most of the city lights and perimeter protections to work for another ten years or so… I wanted to improve them, and eventually see the sirens come out of the water.” Her smile faded and she shook her head, looking back at her datapad. “That was before.”

Omega frowned, recalling her friend’s synopsis of exile, back on Salucemi. Shiani had seemed okay with it then, but she knew her better now. She was not.

Omega sighed and snuggled up to her. “What are you studying now?”

“How the weapons that Cid gave us to sell work. Then I can duplicate them, or fix anything that breaks.” The siren explained, putting an arm around her little friend.

Omega nodded, leaning on Shiani as the siren started showing her the parts of a standard blaster and common differences. Tech could only glance occasionally and go back through his memory.

Have I ever asked her about her life before we met?

She'd told him she'd been exiled. She'd even happily given him glimpses into her people’s complicated history with his creators; but try as he might Tech couldn't recall her telling him her personal story prior to banishment. He vaguely recalled her saying she’d been 19 when they met, though he wasn’t clear on how her people aged. She'd mentioned an older brother and both parents in passing…

Conversation halted when they landed on the moon of Ryloth, spotting a twi'lek ship waiting for them. Hunter put his helmet on. “Omega, Shiani, stay on board. You can watch from the hatch.”

Shiani nodded and let the men take the cargo before she sat on the steps with Omega. “The twi’leks have a little one with them too..”

“She looks older than me by a little.” Omega grinned. “Oh, she's coming over here.”

Shiani chuckled. “Make a new friend. I’ll keep lookout.”

About that time the young green twi'lek got into earshot. “Whoa… what kind of ship is this?”

“A modified Omicron class gunship.” Omega grinned.

“Can I look around? I'm Hera Syndulla, by the way.” Hera had pretty green eyes and an electric excitement about her.

“I'm Omega. This is Shiani… do you have a last name, Shiani?”

“Not anymore.” The siren shook her head.

Omega looked over. “Hunter, can I let her aboard?”

The sergeant glanced over and gave a quick nod before looking back at the twi'lek he was talking to about the shipment. The two girls raced up the hatch steps to tour the Marauder, leaving her to her thoughts.

She needed to find a way to contribute more. They were missing a sniper, with Crosshair absent… but she doubted she'd ever develop that level of skill and competence with a rifle. A pistol like Tech used was more likely as he, Echo, and Hunter could train her effectively. But that didn't diversify their skillset. Wrecker covered melee. Tech had technology covered, and Echo overlapped that alongside his ARC trooper training and cybernetics. Hunter was a leader and incredible with a knife…

With as often as they got into stealth style missions, her singing and screams didn’t seem all that useful. She was a decent mechanic and assistant to Tech, but that still left much of the work on him. He was already so overworked. All of them were. How could she be more helpful? This was her family now. It needed protecting.

Behind her, Omega was showing Hera around. “And this is my room. Well, it's also the gunner's mount, but I sleep here when no one's shooting at us.”

“You live on board?” Hera's accent was cute, Shiani thought. She sounded so surprised. “All of you?”

“Yeah. The guys are all my brothers, they sleep in the bunkroom. And Shiani used to have a bedroom in the tailgun. She doesn't sleep there anymore though. She moved into the bunkroom to share with Tech.”

Hera lowered her voice a little, but it didn’t stop Shiani from overhearing. “Who is she, anyway? I've never seen anyone like her before.”

“She's a siren, from Kamino. She's Tech's girlfriend, but she's also my best friend now… sometimes things are scary, but my brothers don't even blink cause they're soldiers and they're used to it. It's nice to have someone who puts things in perspective.”

Shiani's anxious thoughts dissolved. She did have a purpose here; a support for her little friend Omega. What the soldiers didn't know how to do, she did. Interact with a child.

She looked up as the male twi'lek adult called for Hera and the clones started walking back to the ship. The two girls hurriedly exchanged comm contact and parted with waves, leaving Shiani chuckling as Omega popped up by her side. “So you did make a friend.”

“Yeah. She's nice, I like her.” Omega nodded. “She says the Empire is doing something bad on her planet.”

“Everything it does is bad..” Shiani put an arm around the girl. “Good people fight back, like Gobi Glie.” Her head nodded towards the blue male shaking hands with Hunter once more. “Making a stand is hard.”

“Did you make one on Kamino?” Omega looked up.

“Not really. I wasn’t even brave enough to show my brother my teeth. But I have things worth standing for now, like you and your brothers.” She gave Omega a grin. “Am I really your best friend?”

“Other than AZI, you're my only friend that's not my brother.”

“What is AZI?” The siren blinked.

“He's a medical droid that was in Nala Se’s lab. He was the only friend I had on Kamino.”

“I should have looked in more windows when the sea swells came..” Shiani snuggled her. “Best friends now. We’ll make up for lost time.”

“Yeah!”

Hunter raised an eyebrow as they approached. “You two good?”

“Baby Mega called me her best friend!” Shiani said proudly.

Hunter looked ever so slightly deflated. Wrecker and Echo tried not to snicker. Tech just reached for Shiani. “It seems Omega has good taste. Did you learn anything from your conversation with that girl?”

Omega nodded. “Yes. Did you know flying is a feeling?”

“A feeling? What sort of feeling?” Tech frowned, following her into the ship with Shiani beside him. Omega joined them in the cockpit to start their way back to Ord Mantell, listening to the girl chatter with interest. Shiani just gave her the co-pilot seat and gave him a kiss before letting them have their sibling moment. He flushed and slipped his fingers into hers.

Squeeze squeeze squeeze.

Omega gave Tech a conspiratorial look as Shiani left the room. “You really love her, don’t you?”

“I do.” Tech adjusted his goggles.

“So you must wanna go cuddle with her. I can fly while you do.” The hopeful look on Omega’s face was dashed with Tech gave her one of his signature looks.

“I think I can handle the trip back. But that was a clever attempt. You cannot use Shiani against me.”

Omega sighed. “It was worth a shot.”

“A shot you missed.” Tech looked up as Echo snorted from the cockpit door. “What?”

“I’ll mind the controls. Go see your girl.” The corporal chuckled. “And no, Omega, I won’t let you fly either.”

Tech nodded and handed over the controls to his brother before walking back to the bunkroom. He'd always struggled with a regular sleep schedule, working until he crashed and getting back to it after a short nap. His bunk was usually filled with parts and wires, the walls covered in chalk equations from his never resting mind. He barely used it anyway, falling asleep in the cockpit or work table most often.

At least until Shiani. She'd tutted and fussed about his neck being stiff or back being sore until he'd relented and actually laid down. And when he'd realized she was sleeping in the strangest possible angles to avoid laying on his scrap work, he'd cleaned the bed out and changed the sheets. Next to his formulas was a little doodle of two round, cartoonish heads close together. One was finned and tentacled, one had big goggles… her contribution to his equations. He liked them better than the math.

She had cuddled herself into a pillow, on her side, when Tech laid down next to her. “Thought you were flying back.”

“I was relieved early, and I prefer to be here.” He smiled. To his surprise, she fastened herself to his back like a jetpack. Being the little spoon was oddly soothing, especially when Shiani pressed her forehead against the back of his shoulder. "You know it is customary for the larger partner to be behind the smaller one. It fosters the release of endorphins and a feeling of safety." He smiled, running his fingers over hers on his stomach.

"You need to feel safe sometimes too." She nuzzled more comfortably into his back.

As a sucker-studded coil draped over his hip, Tech had to think over that. For most people, the idea of a venomous and nearly unheard of creature holding them was anything but comforting… but he did feel safe with Shiani, possibly safer than he ever had before… what the hell had she done to him?

He glanced over his shoulder at her head against his skin, her breath deep and even. He'd never really slept in his bunk since he was a cadet… but now he was beginning to wonder if he ever wanted to leave it.

A short nap was in order anyway.

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars #fanfic #tbb tech #song of the sea #oc shiani illumai

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kalevalakryze · 1 year ago

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Chef Chopper

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka Series Pairings: Hera Syndulla/ Ahsoka Tano Characters: Hera Syndulla, Ahsoka Tano, Jacen Syndulla Warnings: Fever, Sickness, Care, Hallucination, Nightmare, Sick, Comfort Notes: For Whumptober Day 13 Prompt: Cold Compress | “I don’t feel so good.” Word Count: 2,071 AO3 Link: Here!

Sickness spread through Home One faster than gossip, infecting nearly all humans and most of the other species unfortunate enough to be caught on board. They had to lock down in atmo, no ships in or out, with supplies coming in heavy quarantine. Even those immune to the virus had been forced to stay aboard, less they carry it and infect even more of the New Republic’s forces.

Togrutas were, thankfully, an immune species; Twi’leks, however, were not. So when Ahsoka woke up one morning to the rattle of Hera’s breath and the inferno on her skin, the woman knew all of their precautions had been in vain.

“Karabast,” She grumbled to herself, the back of her hand resting against Hera’s sweaty brow. The woman burrowed closer to Ahsoka in their bed, pressing into the cooler feeling of her hand, even as her body shivered in the cold beneath the blankets.

Extricating herself from bed had been a challenge as Hera tried to cling to her, only succeeding by slipping her sleep shirt from her shoulders, sating the feverish woman as she tucked the fabric up close to her nose, curling up in the center of their bed as she clung to her febrile dreams.

She’d read all about human anatomy back in the temple, and had put it to use more than once at Kix’s side with the Clones, and even her own Master when illnesses from their various planetary conquests caught the five-oh-first unprepared, so gathering whatever the medbay could spare had been a relative ease; Cold compresses, packages of dried goods to make edible food with (there was no way in the sith hells she would try to make Hera choke down a ration bar like this), and the motley of items including the medicines that had just come in on the most recent supply drop.

Ahsoka could hear Hera’s raspy voice as she stepped back into their quarters. “It’s okay, Jace, I’ll go get some medicine, can you close your eyes for me, just until I get back?” There was a quiet rustling of blankets between the human and Twi'lek as Hera began to push her way out of bed.

“Get back in that bed, General,” Ahsoka called gently, poking her head into the room to catch sight of Hera’s wobbly legs as she tried tucking Jacen into their bed. Poor kid didn't look much better than Hera, with a pillow hugged tight to his chest, sweat slicking back tangled evergreen hair.

Hera’s face called for an argument, but the woman dropped back into the mattress heavily anyways, elbows moving to her knees as she pressed her fingers into her face. “You not feeling good either, Jace?” Ahsoka called gently as she moved to tuck Hera back into bed, reaching across to press her hand against his forehead and frowning at the heat radiating off of him.

“Mmm,” He grumbled, nose crinkling as he turned away from her hand. “Hot,” He complained quietly, before a cough wracked his small frame and had him burrowing back into his mother’s side.

“I bet,” Ahsoka smiled sympathetically, setting her supplies on the top of the dresser, the woman slipped the cold packs from the stack, wrapping both in a towel before kneeling across the mattress to press the first one against Jacen’s head, repeating the process to place the cool pack on Hera’s head. “Keeps those on your heads for me, yeah?”

She only received quiet grumbles from the two sick Syndulla’s in bed, so she had to assume they were in agreement with her conditions. The small box of supplies were picked back up on her way to the kitchen, though she stopped at the sight that greeted her. Chopper was at the stove, his arm extended from his head to stir a pot. “Chop? What… Whatcha got there?” She couldn’t help the smile from cracking her lips at the comical sight as he turned to beep.

“I didn’t know you could cook?” A series of offended beeps had the Force-Sensitive shaking her head slowly. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry, Chef,” Ahsoka brushed around him to open and rehydrate the dried vegetables. “Can I check your work, Mighty Chef Chopper?”

She was ready for the spoon that got tossed her way, she was not ready for the almost pout that came with the droid's body in crossed extension arms. The soup was… surprisingly edible, better than most MRE’s she’d had in her life. How someone without tastebuds understood the principles of seasonings was… not entirely lost on her; She was sure if R2 was anywhere near a kitchen and was not always thinking about destruction, the little droid would have been capable; Adding it to her to-do list for her next call with Luke, Ahsoka handed the spoon back with a satisfactory nod of her head.

“Think I’ll mess up your meal if i add something green in there?” A horrified beep had Ahsoka almost doubling over in stifled laughter. “I’m not putting either of them in the soup, Chop; oh my Maker.” She wheezed, wiping a tear from her eye as she moved to the sink to wash her hands. “They need their energy, these will help,”

Suspicious beeps followed, but Chopper reluctantly allowed Ahsoka to finely cut up the variety of vegetables to add into the soup as it simmered. “You got it from here, Chef? I need to make sure our patients followed orders,”

The mock salute was enough to excuse her from the kitchen, allowing her to slip from the kitchen and back into their bedroom. Her smile faltered at the way Hera’s body shook in sleep, and how her lips moved in the same way they would any time she had a nightmare about Kanan, or Thrawn, or any of the horrors faced in the war.

Ahsoka moved to perch on the side of the bed, when Hera’s hand stretched out, trembling and clammy, skin marred from anxious ticks over the years, theTogruta covered the Twi’lek’s hands with her own, thumb smoothing over her knuckles as she guided her hand back down, reaching to readjust the cool pack, nearly sapped of it’s iciness from the warmth it had absorbed.

“Hera,” Ahsoka called out with more than her voice, reaching her calm, steadfast presence across the force, knowing that Jacen would find relief in a pillar to cling to, should he decide to reach out himself. “Cyar’ika,” She called, brushing her lips against the General’s knuckles, hoping to pull her from the pain; she wasn’t sure the other woman could take fighting the sickness and her own demons, and there was only so much Ahsoka could offer without seeming like she was trying to replace his spot in her life.

Hazy blue eyes blinked open at last, squinting at the dimmed lights as they searched wildly. “Ahsoka?” Her voice cracked as she squeezed against the sepia hand interlocked with her own.

“Morning, starshine,” A smile cracked Hera’s lips at the endearment, though it faltered on her next wheezing breath. “How are you feeling?” She reached to fix the cool pack again, flipping it over and watching the shiver that ran up the woman’s spine.

“Cold,” The woman complained half heartedly, tucking her blankets up to her chin and wrapping her arm around Jacen, where the dozing boy burrowed his head into her side at the disturbance of their conversation. “I don’t feel good,”

“I wouldn’t think so, I’ve seen lava run cooler than you guys right now,” Ahsoka frowned softly and shook her head. “Think you can get some medicine in?” “I’m not the problem, this little guy is?” She glanced down at her son, who burrowed his face under her arm and the pillows, offering a whine in his chest as his acknowledgment of their conversation.

“Come on, Jace, it tastes like meliroon juice,” Ahsoka promised, standing to return to her small box of supplies and gather the container of thick, purple liquid medicine. “I suppose,” Her nose crinkled as she read the package and twisted the cap off. “Maybe,”

“Mom first,” The boy complained, poking his head from his cocoon only enough to squint at both women suspiciously.

“Alright, alright,” Hera forced herself to sit up, blankets rustling as she moved to support her heavy head in both hands, face twisting up in a wince as she adjusted to the change in posture. Ahsoka was careful in measuring out the right dosage, passing the vial off with a raised facial marking. “Kunta eti,” She whispered, only loud enough for Ahsoka to pick up on, thank the makers, less Jacen learn a new word he wasn’t supposed to use.

The medicine was tossed back with little fanfare; Ahsoka had to give props to the woman’s poker face as she swallowed, poking her tongue out at Jacen to prove how ‘good’ the medicine was. “Your turn, little man,” Her fingers tickled at his side, making him wriggle and whine, giggles breaking his supposed torment as he was forced from his cocoon.

Passing the next carefully measured vial, Ahsoka retrieved both of their cool packs, “I’m going to go put these back to cool, don’t go anywhere,”

She could hear Jacen’s sputtering and shouting at the acrid taste from the kitchen as she returned the packs to the freezer, unable to help the smile that came to her lips as Chopper beeped curiously at her. “We lied to a child, you’re going to be his new favorite,”

The beeps that followed promised her that he had always been the boy's favorite, which was a comical thought, and not one she had the energy to argue with.”Mhmm, is this ready, Chef? They’re gonna need something to chase that,”

When she was permitted to do so, Ahsoka spooned two bowls full of soup, balancing them in her hand as she reached to pat the droid’s head in thanks. “Don’t know what we’d do without you, chop. I’ll handle cleanup, your favorite needs you,” The pair returned to the bedroom together, Hera was still sitting up, though Jacen had rolled to be as far away from Hera as possible, an exaggerated pout twisting at the disgust on his face.

“Nothing like Meliroon,” He grumbled, tucking his blanket closer around his shoulders, eying the bowls of soup in Ahsoka’s hand distrustfully as he watched her move back to the bed.

“Hey, I didn’t make this, you can look at Chef Chopper like that,” Ahsoka redirected teasingly as she perched beside Hera, handing off the first bowl and waiting until Jacen was backed by pillows that Chopper rearranged behind his back before carefully handing off his bowl.

“Thank you, Ahsoka,” Hera’s head dipped, a smile on her lips as she stirred her spoon through her meal. “I’m sorry, Chopper made this?” She questioned after the first spoonful passed her lips, covering her mouth with a hand and pulling a laugh from Ahsoka.

“He did, I have no idea what you’re teaching him, Jacen, but keep it up,” She confirmed, winking at the little droid as he rocked proudly on his supports.

They ate in relative silence after that, spoons scraping against the bottoms of their bowls as Ahsoka moved around in bed to settle herself behind Hera. The Twilek just managed to set her emptied bowl on the nightstand before the gentle press of skilled fingers against her head had her leaning her weight back into the support as Ahsoka chased away the pounding headache.

Chopper wound up taking Jacen’s bowl from him in time so he could scooch back over to the two women, this time, dropping his face to press into Ahsoka’s stomach as his mother curled up against the not-Jedi comfortably. There was no surprise when the gentle ministrations urged Hera off to sleep, or her soft humming eased Jacen off as well.

There was, however, a great deal of surprise when she woke later that day to the sound of a camera shutter and Huyang shushing Chopper’s beeps, with the feeling of Hera and Jacen both curled up on one shoulder each. “ ‘m gonna cut their wires,” She threatened half-heartedly, turning her head to press her face between Hera’s lekku comfortbly.

“You know it’ll make them worse, dear,”

Grumbling, Ahsoka tightened her hold on both of them; Her little family, even if they were breathing sick air all over her, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

#whumptober 2023 #no.13 #cold compress #“I don't feel good.”#star wars #ahsoka series #fanfiction #sickfic #jacen syndulla #ahsoka tano #hera syndulla #herasoka #lightpilot #ahsoka #chopper #c1 10p #chef chopper #a surprisingly good cook #for someone with no tastebuds

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aza-trash-can · 1 year ago

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Ever since @powdered-kneecaps mentioned me in their post/reblog about togruta/twi'lek anatomy, I've been thinking and thinking about my boy Esprit and finally setting down once and for all how his anatomy (biology? idk) works out.

Firstly, a very simple reference

So, first and foremost, hearing. It's fairly straightforward for him, thankfully (and to spare my sanity). He hears just like humans and twi'leks do, with no impairment to his hearing. His montrals, however, don't work properly. He technically can use them for echolocation, and they work in a similar way that dolphin echolocation does. His montrals basically funnel the sound to his ear canal the same way a dolphin's jaw does, and from there he can process it. But his echolocation is 'muddy', and isn't super effective. Like yes, technically he can use it, but it's not super helpful unless he puts in a lot of effort, so he basically just tunes it out for the most part.

Another way of putting it is that his montrals basically act like radar, but the radar isn't that great at locating things and produces a quiet white noise that he learns to just tune out.

Now, his lekku. He has two, and for almost all intents and purposes, they are twi'lek lekku. They don't have that connection to the brain that twi'lek lekku do, but they are sensitive and prehensile like them. Basically all muscle, fat, and nerves.

His montrals stop growing when he's about 17-18 y/o, but his lekku continue growing well into his twenties and get to be fairly long. Annoying, slightly cumbersome, but not impossible to deal with.

#gotta get an actually helpful ref down for once about this lad #and flesh some stuff out for myself as well #for the people who are drawing him/want to draw him i hope this helps!#aza's trash #my art #ocs #esprit deivet

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les-mis-in-space · 2 years ago

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Twi'lek headgear/anatomy terms

#lore

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foxxxtransformer123 · 1 year ago

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Alright: I'm feeling like posting some fun shit tonight. So I'm posting another unhinged Rebels AU and some Zeb/Lasat headcanons.

So, on today's episode of Rebels AU's: how to make Kalluzeb mpreg an even worse situation.

So: same basic Lasat anatomy shit mentioned from Stay with Me, but with a twist: Heat cycles.

So let's say Lasat's go through like 4 or 5 heat cycles

Let's begin: Hera, Kanan, and Zeb use these heat cycles as an excuse to just straight up have an orgy. Then the kids show up, and they gotta be careful about it. Then Kallus shows up and starts a relationship with Zeb. Now he's invited to the orgy!

(I think you can see where this is going)

Whoops, Zeb and Hera end up pregnant at the same time. Oh shit.

Are Lasat's and Twi'lek's genetically compatible? Are humans and Lasat genetically compatible?

It's time to play who's the daddy, Rebel's addition!

For Hera's child is the father Kanan or Zeb?

For Zeb is the father Kallus or Kanan?

(How's that bisexuality working out for you now, Kanan?)

Cast your votes now! I will put up some polls if ya'll want me to, lmao.

Stay tuned for some of my official Zeb/Lasat headcanons!

Hey, guys, guess whaaaat?!

I figured out how to make Kalluzeb mpreg even worse!

Unhinged Rebels AU #2 is coming soon 😏

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rheolybet · 4 years ago

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Guide to the Species of the Galaxy: Togruta by Rheo Lybet | Page 4

#togruta #togruta anatomy #togruta physiology #twi'lek #twi'lek anatomy #twi'lek physiology #lekku #montrals #headtails #ahsoka tano #shaak ti #aayla secura #bib fortuna #star wars #star wars headcanons #star wars art #rheo lybet

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jonainspace · 4 years ago

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Hi :) your togruta work is a true blessing and then! I saw that u needed requests! What about some more alien drawings and if not togruta then twi’lek or nautolan?(they’re my faves) thanks!♥️♥️♥️

Heya! Thank you so much for the request!

Since I drew some Togruta already, I decided to explore Nautolans and Twi'leks a bit more. Sooo, here are some studies for you!

I just love how the tendrils of Nautolans wiggle and flow in the water, they look so cool! The lekkus of Twi'leks are also super awesome, although I feel like I haven't really grasped the physics of them yet.

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jango-fettish · 4 years ago

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most species have a butthole or their mouth is also their butthole (sponges, cnidarians, ect) so i would assume twi’leks would have one

anon said bib fortuna’s mouth is his butthole.

thank you anon. you are now the expert on twi’lek anatomy and i will use u as a source in my book

#im not really writing a book about twi'lek anatomy #unless #wouldnt that be something #Anon ask #bib fortuna

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clvsterfvcks · 5 years ago

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someone get a bucket, my boy is leaking

#gore tw #blood tw #this was uuuh... anatomy practice and dynamic/floaty pose practice i guess #also blood practice obv.#pre-sith arel is fun to draw bc i can just... skip all these damn tattoos and the robo legs #myart #star wars #swtor #twi'lek #sith oc #star wars oc #swtor oc #twi'lek oc #arel'vor #don't ask me abt the mood i was in when this happened

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eldstunga · 2 years ago

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Since Twi’leks can move their lekku, does Rynn exercise her lekku as well?

While there are indeed muscles in lekku - along with a small amount of brain tissue and a lot of nerve endings, wrapped and solidly padded in thick layers of fatty tissue - Lekku are not prehensile.

Most of the weight and mass of lekku is fat, and their length and weight far outrange (in most healthy individuals) what the muscle fibre is capable of counteracting. Their evolutionary purpose was most akin to a camel's humps and there is no skeletal structure to provide leverage and mechanical support. The range of motion is thus very limited, though it could indeed be trained to an extent, much like some people can move their ears or bend individual toes. We're talking about things like: Curling at the tips, flexing or relaxing sections, some minor contraction and pronation/supination. Enough to function as an important part of Twi'lek body language, but not nearly enough for complex movement, so if you were imagining lifting weights the answer is no. With a lack of muscular activity and further accumulation of fatty tissue (which is traditionally considered attractive, you want that Big Lek Energy) some twi'leks may even lose much of the already limited range of movement of their lekku.

#lekku lore #star wars #twi'lek #twilek #edge of the empire #swtor #Rynn #anatomy #my art #asks #was about time I updated my twi'lek anatomy charts #you also need some serious neck muscles #Big Lek Energy #They're camel humps in all but name #desert planet and all that #another way to look at it is that they're like facial expressions #little twitches and shifts that help convey mood but aren't in any way useful #like eyebrows

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silverwings22 · 7 months ago

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 6: Teacher Knows Best

Chapter warning: child endangerment

Series warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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There weren't any boots that fit Shiani in the hold, but the guys turned up an oversized rec shirt for her. She'd grumbled about it fitting over where her extra limbs met her hips, but wore it anyway.

"Maybe Suu will have something better for her." Wrecker had suggested when they landed on Salucemi.

"Who’s Suu?" Shiani whispered to Echo.

"Dunno. I'm not even sure who we're meeting." He shrugged.

"An old contact and his wife. He defected before the war ended." Hunter explained.

"You trust a deserter?" Echo frowned.

"With the exception of Omega and Shiani, we're all deserters now." The sergeant shrugged.

Shiani followed Tech off the ship, Omega behind her. The little girl immediately dropped to her knees, hands on the ground. "What's this?"

Shiani crouched beside her, curiously touching the earth with a smile before looking to Tech for an explanation. "That would be dirt." He raised an eyebrow.

"Dirt." Shiani repeated.

"I love it." Omega grinned. "I've never been outside before. I wasn't allowed to leave the lab."

Shiani smiled and gave her a hand to hold. "I’ve never been inside before. We’ll learn together."

Omega nodded, laughing when one of Shiani's tentacles draped over her head playfully. Hunter shook his head, trying not to smile. "No dirt at the bottom of the sea?"

"Sand is different. Dirt like this is finer… not so gritty. What is this?" She pointed at a green patch as they moved along a dirt path. There were very few green things left on Kamino, and the handful of scrubby plants that grew in her cave looked nothing like that.

"Grass." Tech explained. "And this is a planted field. We are on a farm."

"So they’re growing plants on purpose?"

"Yes. These plants are edible."

"You can eat plants? I’ve only ever had fish." She smiled, pulling Omega along to catch up.

"What was it like living outside, Shiani?" Omega tugged at her arm.

"Wet." Shiani smiled, though a little sadly. "And lonely. Other than Tech, I didn’t have anyone to sing to after I got exiled.."

"Exiled? Why?" The girl frowned.

“Sirens are forbidden from coming anywhere near Tipoca City. Or any longneck city. But I couldn’t stay away… the king got angry with me and kicked me out of our city and our whole society. But I knew I was supposed to find something special.” She gave the genius beside her an admiring look, big eyes shining.

Omega giggled. "So Tech's your best friend?"

"He’s my only friend." Shiani shrugged. "No one is allowed to talk to an exile."

"I'll be your friend too." Omega hugged her around the middle.

"Baby Mega will be a good friend." Shiani smiled, patting her head and admiring her hair. "And fluffy."

Omega preened at the praise as they reached a farmhouse and Hunter waved up at the roof. A woman, a pink skinned twi'lek, waved back.

"That is Suu Lawquane." Tech explained. "Her husband is a clone."

Shiani nodded. "They won’t shoot at us like the other regs?"

"No. Cut put being a soldier behind him."

Suu came down to greet them as two children came running out to tackle Wrecker. Shiani smiled. "More babies. Friends for you, Baby Mega."

Suu invited them inside kindly. "We are packing to go. The Empire has already arrived." She explained before looking at Shiani. "You… are not a Nautolan."

"No. I’m a siren." She agreed.

"Poor thing. Barefoot… I'll find shoes you can have. And maybe something that fits better. You look about my size."

She whirled off, leaving a very confused siren next to Tech. Surface dwellers were so preoccupied with clothes… should she have been? Was that something normal? She didn’t want to be considered a freak in this new galaxy, or a burden.

Cut sat them down at the table and talked to Hunter while Omega went to play with the children. Shiani tried to keep up, she really did, but chain codes and credits held no meaning for her. So she rested her cheek on her hand and listened with her brows furrowed.

Nothing on the surface was like she'd imagined. The things Tech had taught her, about war and Jedi and the Republic didn't apply anymore… how did she keep up when the rules kept changing? She wanted Tech to think she was clever, and that his teachings hadn’t been wasted. If she could be supportive and find a way to contribute to the team, it would prove she was capable. She could finally tell him how she felt about him, once they were on even footing.

Her head cocked to the side suddenly and she tugged Tech's sleeve. "Shark outside."

"There are no sharks on land."

She frowned. "But…"

He adjusted his goggles. "Shiani, sharks are fish, which cannot live outside of water." He gave her a look she didn’t like, like she was a child interrupting an adult conversation. So much for even footing.

She got up. "Something’s outside." She grumbled, opening the door. "Baby Mega?"

Hunter frowned. "What's she doing?"

Tech shook his head. “I am not sure…”

Shiani bounced down the steps and went over to the fence line. Omega was on the other side, picking up a dropped ball. Behind her something fuzzy and with sharp teeth was crouched, barely visible even to the siren's sensitive eyes.

Fluffy shark.

"Baby Mega, don’t move." She hissed, clambering through the barbed wire fence.

Omega froze as the rest of the Batch walked out and stiffened. "Nexu." Hunter reached for his pistol.

Before he could draw, Shiani wiggled between the predator and Omega, holding her hands up as her limbs became dotted with bright blue rings. It growled, glittering eyes moving to the siren as she met its aggression with her fully opened mouth.

And she screamed.

The nexu was knocked backwards like it had been hit by a ship cannon, rolling into the undergrowth. Shiani snapped her oversized mouth closed and straightened up, making the most unhappy of faces. "Fluffy shark." She grumbled, taking Omega by the hand. "Back inside the fence.Nothing gets to eat you today."

"It was going to eat me?!" Omega yelped.

"I said no…I might go back and eat it." She deposited Omega safely through wire before climbing through herself. She was certainly hungry enough, but she wasn’t quite willing to risk herself on those big claws and teeth if she was the only one hunting. Maybe one of the guys would come with her to get it-

Hunter rushed forward, catching Omega by the shoulders. "What were you doing out there!?" His voice was rough, but he'd clearly been panicked.

"I was just trying to get the ball…" She sniffled helplessly.

“You could have been killed-” Hunter started

"Easy sarge. She's not a soldier." Cut picked Omega up, he and Suu giving Shiani a sideways glance she didn’t miss. It looked a lot like the look he gave the nexu when it picked itself up and ran a moment later. "There there. All that matters is you're safe." He said gently as he turned his attention back to the girl.

Shiani stepped behind Tech when Hunter looked at her, in case he started yelling at her too. "Baby Mega is just a baby. Danger is new." She peeped.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair as he sorted through his anxiety about the kid in danger and the looming realization that Shiani was more dangerous than a nexu.. "Good use of that freaky mouth of yours, Shiani. Guess that's what you meant by shark…"

"It was a nexu." Tech huffed.

"I’ve never heard of a fluffy land shark nexu thing. I called it what I knew." She whispered, hands coming up over her mouth self conciously. "Sorry."

"It… it is fine. I should have taken your vocabulary into consideration. I taught you about sentient races, not dangerous fauna." Tech led her back to the house. "Come, Hunter is going with Cut into town to determine how best to get the family off world. Suu has found some better fitting clothes for you, and has offered to let you use the sanistream."

"Sani-what?" She blinked.

Wrecker snickered. "You need a bath."

Shiani blinked. "... why?"

"If Wrecker noticed, it's bad." Echo tried not to crack up at the confusion printed on the siren's face.

"You smell like seawater." Tech handed her the clothes Suu had donated, and waved her upstairs.

Shiani's purple face turned deep blue and she let out a pitiful wail. "You think I stink?!"

A shower wasn't so bad. Shiani had to admit, after the embarrassment wore off, that the soap in the Lawquane's fresher definitely smelled better than she usually did. And getting the drying salt off her skin made it feel nice and soft. She self-consciously cleaned off the metal rings she wore on her head tresses before drying herself on a fluffy towel and getting dressed. Suu had given her a more comfortable pair of leggings that weren't compression pants like the blacks, and ankle boots and socks to protect her feet. They even strapped on instead of her trying to fiddle with laces. She was most pleased with the top, since Suu had seen she was constantly pulling up the sleeves and waist of the first one to accommodate her limbs, and had given her a sleeveless crop top instead. And a pretty black ribbon to tie back the majority of her head tentacles out of her face. When she stepped out of the fresher, Suu smiled. "More comfortable?"

"Yes. Thank you." Shiani smiled.

"Here. One more thing, since you don't have any pockets." The twi'lek handed over a bag. It was attached to a belt with a strap to go around one thigh, and fit neatly between two tentacles on her hip. "I figured if you're running around with Tech, you'll be carrying a lot. He has so many bags strapped to him it looks like he's moving in everywhere he goes."

Shiani nodded. "Tech carries a lot…. My tools will fit in here, and I can help him more."

Suu patted her arm. "You're a nice girl. Be careful out there."

Shiani didn't know what to say in the face of the kindness, especially knowing the woman's family was in trouble. She didn't understand all the details, but she knew that worry in the twi'leks eyes. "You be careful too. And if I can do anything to help, let me know."

"We will. The boys are out in the barn. Omega went back to the ship for a while."

She headed downstairs and outside, peeking into the barn. Wrecker was outside playing with Cut and Suu's kids while Tech and Echo were working on their handhelds together, both focused and intent.

"I still do not understand how she hit the nexu without touching it." Tech mumbled.

"Looked like jet'ii work to me." Echo shrugged.

"She is not a Jedi. She has never been off Kamino before now."

"Obviously. But if the long-necks didn't know her people were down there, the Jedi probably didn't either. For all we know, they all have those powers."

Tech clucked his tongue. "That would explain the legends. Did you call the ship in?"

"Yeah. Legends?"

"Good. The Empire will pick it up and refuel it for us. Yes, legends. The only thing I could find on her species were tall tales about hypnotic singing."

"Tech?" Shiani frowned from the doorway, leaning in.

"Just a moment, Shiani." He looked back at his datapad. "As I was saying, Echo-"

"Rude to talk about her like she's not there, vod." Echo chuckled.

"Tech." Shiani frowned, looking back out the door. The Havoc Marauder was being picked up by another ship.

"Yes, Shiani. Echo and I called in to have our own ship towed. It's a brilliant idea to use Imperial resources against them-"

"Tech!" She cut him off by stomping her foot.

He blinked. "... you look displeased."

"Baby Mega is on the ship, Tech!" Shiani held her hands up, big eyes wide when she realized Echo’s hand had drifted towards his holster when she raised her voice.

"Oh kriff…" Echo groaned.

Tech paled. "Oh. Oh no."

Shiani looked back again as Hunter and Cut arrived back. "Hunter told me to listen to you… should have told you to listen to me sometimes. He’s going to be so mad."

"You're telling him, since it was your brilliant idea." Echo grumbled.

Tech froze, caught between his brother and the siren giving him twin looks of exasperation . "... fuck."

“Echo and I will take out the troopers and make forgeries of the chain codes for the Lawquane family. You must get on board the ship quietly and retrieve Omega. Understood?” Tech was crouched between Shiani and Echo as they peeked around a wall to locate the Havoc Marauder.

“Get Baby Mega. Got it.” Shiani nodded. “Meet you back at the control center?”

“Yes. Stay out of sight as much as possible. You are quite noticeable.” Tech sighed as she gave him a very crooked salute and scrambled off.

Echo tried not to laugh. He and Tech headed towards the central security tower, voices low to avoid suspicions. Once they’d incapacitated the clone lookouts, Tech got to work forging the new chain codes. Echo waited as lookout, glancing over occasionally. “You’re going to have to teach Shiani to use a blaster.”

“There is no need. She will not be with us much longer.” Tech looked at the code disks he’d made. Six of them. “Hunter and I discussed it… Shiani is ill prepared to live on the run. As is Omega. They will go with Cut and Suu.”

“Neither one of them is going to like that.” Echo frowned.

“Omega is a child. Shiani… does not understand the level of danger she is currently facing. It is better this way.”

Echo glanced at Tech, who’s eyebrows were scrunched together and visible under his modified helmet. “Tech, you’re the only one she knows. What if she flips out?”

“She will adjust. It is safer this way.” Tech was, if nothing else, logical. This was the logical course of action; it would assure Shiani and Omega’s safety even if they were upset with Hunter and himself… Hunter clearly already cared quite a bit for Omega, and Tech had a complicated feelings around Shiani. Too complicated to try to figure out on the run, so the best thing he could do was make sure she’d be safe and out of harm's way. It would be unpleasant to not see her, but it was the right thing to do by sending both the siren and Omega with Cut and Suu.

Any negative feelings he had about not seeing either of them again would be dealt with on his own time. For now, he finished up the chain codes and he and Echo headed back towards the Marauder. They’d have to unboot it quickly.

Meanwhile Shiani had slipped onto the ship behind the Imperial inspection team, clinging to the ceiling above them while they cleared the ship. She didn’t see Omega anywhere, and was beginning to panic as the armored clones left. Tech had trusted her with one job, find Omega. “Baby Mega? Baby Mega, where are you hiding?” She hissed softly.

“Shiani?!” An overhead compartment just above where Shiani was suction cupped to the ceiling opened, Omega smacking the siren right in the face with the door.

Shiani winced, rubbing her flat nose. “Hurry down, Baby Mega. Tech and Echo are coming.” She dropped to the floor and held up her tentacles to catch the young clone girl. When Omega leapt into her limbs, she was bundled tight to the siren’s chest. “We were worried about you.” Shiani told her gently. “Let’s get you back to Hunter.” It didn’t take a genius to realize Hunter had the biggest soft spot for the little girl.

Omega nodded, and Shiani tucked her close to her side. The siren had her tiny charge hide behind crates in the hold until she could peek out and make sure it was safe. Tech and Echo were almost back to them when they spotted her.

Shiani sighed with relief when she saw them. "Safe now, Baby Mega."

Omega popped out as Tech stepped into the ship and came back out with a large jacket of Wrecker’s. "Shiani, put your tentacles under this. If you would escort Omega to Hunter, and take him these." He handed her a stack of the forged code disks.

Omega nodded. "Okay! We'll be right back."

Shiani dutifully hid her limbs inside the jacket and smiled. "Be right back." She took Omega by the hand and took off towards where Hunter and Wrecker were helping the Lawquane family with their belongings

"You're not even going to say goodbye to her?" Echo muttered when the two girls were out of earshot. "I thought she was your friend."

"She is. But prolonged goodbyes would only complicate matters." Tech shook his head. "Shiani is… emotional. It is my responsibility to remain logical in this situation."

Echo gave him a hard look under his helmet that Tech swore he could feel. So much for a genius, if he couldn't see that the little siren was going to be heartbroken over this. "If you say so." He finally sighed, starting to work at unbooting the ship. "I still think you should have said goodbye. What if you never see her again?"

"That is the most likely scenario." Tech just shook his head.

It was better this way. Tech was seldom wrong.

Hunter was waiting for them when Shiani and Omega reached them. Omega held up the disks with a smile. "Got them. Tech and Echo made too many though, there's six here."

Shiani frowned, something unsettling pressed into the space under her gills. "Tech is too good at math to miscount…"

Hunter nodded. "They're not extra. You're going with them."

Omega's eyes instantly welled up with tears. "But why? I want to stay with you."

"It's not safe, Omega. You deserve a childhood." Hunter got down on one knee to try to comfort the little girl. "Cut and Suu will take good care of you. And you'll be with Shiani." He gestured to the siren. "You two are friends now, right? She'll look after you too."

Shiani twisted the sleeves of her jacket in her hands. “But you said I could stay, Hunter. I did what you said, I listened to Tech!”

Hunter shook his head, shoulders tensing. "I'm sorry, Shiani. But this is safest for you and Omega. I at least know I can trust you to look out for her."

“But what about Tech? He wouldn’t want me to go with strangers…” She whispered, trying to make herself as small as possible. If she didn’t look like a threat or a burden, maybe he’d change his mind. She could keep her mouth closed forever, if that was the problem. He’d said she had a freaky mouth…

"This was Tech's idea." Hunter stood, handing Omega and Shiani over to Cut and Suu.

Omega looked with tearful eyes at the siren beside her, who immediately covered her mouth with her hands and turned a ghastly shade of gray. “But I didn’t do anything wrong!”

"No. But Cut is right. You're not soldiers." Hunter offered her a comforting pat on the arm before Suu put an arm around her.

"It'll be okay, honey. Come on." The twi’lek said gently.

Cut took Omega by the hand and they were taken off to get in line for a transport. Omega reached for Shiani, just as upset as she was. "Are you okay?"

"Tech just… sent me away? I don’t understand" Shiani whispered. She'd left Kamino, the only thing she'd ever known, for Tech. To follow Tech. But he didn't want her around…? It felt like being exiled again, only this time she didn’t even know what rule she’d broken. She’d swallowed her pride and lived in exile out of hope, and when she’d finally gotten her chance to follow Tech he just threw her away? Without even a goodbye?!

She looked at Omega when they both heard distant blaster fire. A sort of eerie peace came over her as she laid the situation out in her mind. If she got on the transport, she’d never see Tech again. If she went with Cut and Suu, she’d be trapped again. Just like Kamino, without any options or any escape, because someone else sent her away. Or she could turn around and fight for her place on the Marauder. Either way, she couldn’t leave Omega behind. "You don’t want to go, do you?"

"No." Omega whispered. "I want to stay with my brothers…"

Shiani nodded and squeezed the girl's hand. "Then we’re not going."

Suu frowned. "Miss Shiani-"

"You’ve been very nice, Miss Suu. Thanks for all the help." Shiani shrugged the woman's arm off her. "But we have to go back now."

Omega grinned and took off running with the siren, who hastily unzipped her jacket and went catapulting over the nearest crates with her tentacles to get back towards the sound of fighting.

They’d wanted her to listen to them, and when she had they’d thrown her out anyway. So she was coming right back to make them listen to her.

Hunter was trying to get back to the ship, pinned down by blaster fire, when he heard Omega yelling his name. He looked up, both impressed and horrified to see both child and siren running at full tilt towards him.

So much for keeping them safe… but I didn't really want Omega to go, anyway.

A bunched tentacle punched the nearest trooper in the face when it got too close to Omega, and Shiani grabbed his blaster from him. "Point and shoot, yes?" She looked at Omega.

"I think so."

"Wish me luck then." She pulled the gun up and took a couple shaky shots at the approaching troopers. She wasn’t particularly accurate, but it slowed the troopers down. "Run to Hunter. I’m right behind you."

Omega nodded, sprinting to the sergeant's open arms as he hauled her into the ship with Shiani giving an attempt at cover fire. When she was sure they'd made it, she turned tail and ran up the ramp herself.

"Go, Tech!" Hunter ordered.

In the cockpit, the goggled brother gunned the engines and tore out of the hangar, taking some damage but managing to hit the atmosphere and jump to hyperspace.

There was a long moment of silence, Echo and Wrecker looking between Shiani and Hunter while Omega stayed clinging tightly to their leader's arms.

"You were supposed to go with Cut and Suu." He finally sighed.

"I know I made a mistake. But you don't have to send me away." Omega whispered. "I want to stay with you guys. I'll learn… please."

Hunter sat down in the bridge chair and looked at her for a long minute. "I guess I've got a lot to learn too." He finally admitted. "We don't know anything about kids. But if this is where you want to be, then this is where you'll stay."

Omega beamed and hugged him, the tired sergeant's face softening at the joyful embrace. He really didn't know a thing about children… but this was nice. It settled some long-rooted Mandalorian urge inside him that he hadn't even known he had.

Wrecker grinned. "Oh, good. I liked you both being here."

Hunter looked over Omega's head thoughtfully. "Shiani?"

The siren was still standing by the ramp, looking at the blaster in her hands. Her tentacles and arms were dotted with bright blue rings, and under the dim lighting they seemed to pulse and glow. Even directly spoken to, she didn't look up. "I didn’t want to go. I guess I’m not… very good at listening. Sorry."

"It's okay. Neither am I." Wrecker went to hug her, but she pushed her blaster up and into his hands to keep them occupied

Tech poked his head out of the cockpit and she finally looked at him, the coloring of her skin going dull gray and sad immediately. Before he could say anything, she suction cupped her way up the ceiling and climbed into the overhead compartment Omega had used as a hiding place.

"Shiani?" Tech frowned.

"I”ll stay out of the way. Promise." The compartment closed with an audible click.

Omega didn't budge from Hunter’s embrace. "She's really upset."

"That is obvious." Tech adjusted his goggles again, looking at the ceiling. "But that cannot be very comfortable."

"Guess it's better than dealing with you right now." Echo huffed. "I told you she wasn’t going to respond predictably."

Hunter shook his head. “Well… she proved herself trustworthy on this. She protected Omega, and chose to come back. So if she wants to stay with us, she stays. If she ever comes out of the ceiling.”

Tech sighed. "She will come around. Shiani is not the kind to remain angry for long."

Wrecker gave him an annoyed look. "I know I'm not the smartest man on this ship, but if you think she's mad then neither are you." He might be in over his head with complex math, but Wrecker was good at reading people. And the siren in the ceiling was far more hurt than angry.

"Those blue rings on her tentacles are indicative of anger. What else could she possibly be?” Tech frowned.

Hunter had been waiting his whole life to turn Tech's catchphrase around on him, and did so with a smirk. "I thought it was obvious.

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #star wars #the bad batch #tbb tech #fanfic #song of the sea #oc shiani illumai

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