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littlemissmanga · 2 years ago

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Good Morning! I’m making some rounds asking for some of this beautiful fluff with a touch of giggle in this prompt list.

So if you would give this prompt a go- "well i guess that answers my question." With Rex saying it?

Have a wonderful day!

Hello dearie!! Oh, I will always put forth an effort for our dear captain! I am making my way slowly through these but thrilled to say I have finally finished this one.

I hope you enjoy!

A Little Something Sweet for Breakfast

Pairing: Rex x short!Reader

Warnings: None, pure fluff

W/C: 1,218

Dividers by @saradika

It was quiet in the mess hall and Rex considered that nothing short of a miracle. The 501st was on shore leave and it seemed the boys had their fill of fun the night before considering it was already 0700 and not one of them so much as stirred from the barracks.

Rex strode across the room, datapad in hand and ready to use this rare peace to finally have a quiet, relaxing meal. But as he made his way to grab a ration pack, a shuffle in the next room caught his attention.

The boys rarely went into the kitchens on base. There was never a need. So, as the shuffle grew into a clattering, Rex prepared himself for the inevitable chaos and made his way over. Opening the door, he took in a breath, ready to use his “Captain” voice to startle whichever shiny was making the ruckus … only to choke on his tongue.

“Oh, Captain! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else was awake.”

You were … well, he honestly wasn’t sure what you were trying to accomplish with one knee on the counter, pulling your body higher so your other leg dangled beneath you, arms out to hold onto the sides of the cabinet. Metal cutlery and plates littered the counter and floor around you.

“I .. you …” It was far too early for these shenanigans, and Rex was thoroughly at a loss to find you at the center of it this time. As a civilian non-combat operative, you weren’t as disciplined as his boys on the field, but you were generally respectful and kept yourself out of trouble … despite the efforts of some of his vode to corral you into their latest shenanigans.

Certainly a respectable feat, at least in Rex’s book. And that’s all he would attribute the swoop in his stomach to anytime he’d see you. Respect.

If that swoop were accompanied by a heat in his cheeks at the sight of your smile — particularly if directed at him — or the racing of his heart at the sound of your laughter — even faster if he caused it — Rex never let himself do more than acknowledge it.

He was your superior officer, after all. Anything else would be unbecoming of his station.

“What are you doing?” he tried again, trying not to sound as confused as he was.

“Making breakfast.” You turned, bringing up your other leg so your entire body was balanced on the narrow ledge as you dug further.

“Huh.” Stepping closer, Rex slid his datapad onto the counter next to your leg and stood just behind you. Unsure arms kept rising to shadow your back before returning to his side as he grew ever more uneasy by the precarious balance you’d achieved. “Didn’t realize cooking required gymnastics.”

Impressively, much of your torso disappeared into the void of the cabinet when you replied, your voice echoing slightly in the confined space. “It does when everything on this ship is built for giants. Here-”

Rex’s reflexes kicked in, catching the item before he could even register that what you had tossed over your shoulder was a half-finished bread roll. But before he could form his next question — and honestly, he had so many he really didn’t even know where to start — you slipped smoothly down from your perch. Unfortunately, for him, Rex misjudged his own spacing, standing too close to give you enough room. As you moved to the floor, the curve of your rear brushed tantalizingly lightly against his stomach before finally gaining a more respectable distance.

The rush of blood pounding in his ears blocked out most of your own next question. Actually, he couldn’t hear you at all. The movement of your lips as you turned to face him was the only clue he could decipher indicating you’d said anything at all.

“Huh?”

Your lips curled. Maker, he really did like it when you smiled. It wasn’t just with your lips, though their plush, gentle curve was sweet. No, your smile radiated from your eyes, and he knew if he looked too long, he’d be lost.

“I asked if you wanted some, too. I don’t mind making a second helping for you.”

Rex wasn’t a stupid man. He could hear the tease of your tone. The light-hearted nature of your banter along with the sweet offer was a flirtation even he could pick up on. He would never abuse his station and hit on a subordinate. And like a divine solution, here you were, offering him a way forward.

But in that moment, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to get himself to reply with even an ounce of charm he regularly sees his brothers wield.

Never one without a plan of action, Rex was stuck in limbo, struggling to respond with an ounce of the charm he routinely saw his brothers deploy … when he felt his stomach gurgle, the sound radiating out from him to fill the room.

Heat immediately flooded his face, but before he could apologize, your choked laughter rang out.

“I guess that answers my question.”

Stepping into his space again, you took the bread roll from him. But instead of stepping past him, you stayed.

You’d never been that close to him before. So close he could count the lines and imperfections on your face. And he did. He wanted to memorize everything about you.

He was so focused on those details, he missed entirely that you had been closing the distance, standing on your toes to press closer, until your lips pressed lightly against his cheek.

They were cold and chapped and so karking perfect on him. Your warm breath against his skin flooded any remaining rational thought away.

When you pulled back, your eyes didn’t meet his despite Rex being sure you could feel the intensity of his stare. Instead, you looked past him as you fell back onto your heels, a hand coming to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you repositioned to move away.

“Right, well, breakfast will be ready in just a —”

He didn’t let you finish. Before you could step away, Rex’s hand slid to gently hold the curve of your jaw, keeping you in place as he tilted your face up to his. You blinked owlishly up at him.

“You missed,” he said, finally getting his brain back online. “I think you should try that again.”

To Rex’ delight, your smile returned as you leaned back in. Only this time, he met you halfway, biting back a satisfied moan at the press of your lips against his. Taking a half step forward, he invaded your space as you had his, encircling you in his arms as he lost himself in the moment.

After what was probably too long, Rex finally let you go. Your eyes stayed closed for a heartbeat more, even as you moved back, shifting your weight to rest more against his hold on you, and Rex greedily took the chance to appreciate everything about your contented expression in the moment, satisfaction coiling inside him knowing he put that look on your face.

When you did open your eyes, there was a twinkle of mischief in them you usually kept well hidden. “Better?” you asked.

He pressed his forehead to yours. “Much.”

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eobe · 3 months ago

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😎🖤✨ The GAR Goth Night is a full event, also full of shenanigans and… riddles? 👀

My dear writing owl Amber 🦉🧡 Thank you for honoring me and @wings-and-beskargam to contribute a kind of spontaneous together artwork to this gorgeous plan writing for this special event in the 79s 🤩🫶✨ It’s so much ongoing fun, I‘m so excited and I love the story of this observing shiny 😎

As I‘m not merely a dragon 🐉 but especially in excitement a screeching owl 🦉 – get aleeeerted for (shiny) new goth clone food 🤩🫶

Taglist – my (p)art is the obviously crosshatched background 😂: @bixlasagna @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @spaceyjessa

GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu

🖤 Shiny spotted at GAR Goth Night! 🖤

Plus, someone seems to have left a rather interesting message in the ALT text for @wings-and-beskargam and @eobe's collaborative art of CT-9075. Interesting...

Want to know how a shiny in white ended up at 79's GAR Goth Night? Read his story below or the entire fic on AO3!

Ask any commander about shinies fresh from Kamino, and they’ll all say the same thing: The first thing they do is wear themselves out from excitement.

That was certainly true of the latest batch of newbies who had just landed on Coruscant this evening. Every one of them left Wild Space with enough adrenaline in his veins to power the Venator he arrived on. But traveling from the edge of the galaxy to its center isn’t a short trip. By the time they arrived, the group of newly graduated troopers had gone from wanting to show the galaxy what they were made of to wanting someone to show them where their barracks were.

However, there’s always that one trooper…

That shiny stood with his arms folded as he stared his brothers down. “Seriously? None of you want to come?”

“I’m tired,” one of them said simply, plopping down on his bunk.

“We get our assignments tomorrow,” another reminded him. “No way I’m meeting my new CO with red eyes.”

“But it’s 79’s! Our new commanders might even BE there!” the shiny reasoned excitedly.

“As of tomorrow, we’re Coruscant Guard. Don’t you think we’ll be seeing a lot of 79’s?”

The eager shiny sighed. He wasn’t going to win this one. “Fine. You can all be good little tubies and sleep tonight. I’m going to 79’s to finally see what it’s all about!”

“Have fun,” one waved without looking up. “Don’t do anything to get yourself arrested.”

“Yeah, that’d be awkward,” another added with a laugh.

“But it would be a great way to see the inside of HQ before the rest of us. Maybe that’s his plan.”

“Maybe I’ll be invited there by one of our commanders,” the shiny teased as he slid on his new, gleaming white helmet. “Or maybe I’ll go home with some hot civ.”

“If you get that lucky tonight,” the first trooper said with a smirk, “I’ll polish your helmet with my tongue.”

“Ugh. Good incentive not to then.” The shiny waved over his shoulder as he left the others to their rest. “Sweet dreams, little tube-lings!”

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CT-9075 was easily the most energetic of his batch. He was also incredibly observant and made connections others often missed. His near perfect marks in all aptitude tests involving deductive reasoning made him a prime candidate for the Coruscant Guard—not that they ever let him know that. The last thing the trainers on Kamino needed was to stoke the fire of a promising cadet’s ego.

Trooper 9075’s boundless energy wouldn’t let him rest as he should have done. It was his first night ever on another planet, and he wasn’t about to waste it. He had heard stories about 79’s, usually as he was listening in on the conversations of older troopers who didn’t know they were being spied on—stories of drinking, dancing, card games, and beautiful people who weren’t clones. He needed to see this wonder of the universe now.

He could feel his heartbeat quicken as he approached the doors, its tempo almost matching the thrum of the music within. He was glad he had his bucket on to reflect the orange light flooding down from above. He was certain he had a silly, “fresh off the meiloorun truck” grin on his face just from being at the entrance to the bar he had heard so much about, and he was glad he could hide it.

That grin faded to a nervous frown as soon as he walked in.

There had been people blocking part of the entrance, and though he could see the upper corner of a notice on the door, he hadn’t had a clear line of sight to read it. Now that he was inside, he turned around to read it through the other side of the transparisteel. Even backwards through the clear surface, he could make out the words “GAR Goth Night.”

Goth Night? I didn’t know 79’s did themed nights! What even is a goth night?

A quick look around gave him his answer.

Troopers and civilians alike were dressed in a dark and rebellious style. His clone brothers were all out of armor and wearing a mixture of styles and textures he would never have dreamed of putting together until now. Fishnet shirts or no shirt at all, tiny vinyl pants that left nothing to the imagination and full-length leather pants that…well, they didn’t leave much to the imagination either. Leather coats, studded collars, corsets, lace, fur, chains, spikes, piercings...

The civilians in attendance were dressed just as provocatively, though there were considerably more low-cut crop tops and short skirts being worn by that part of the 79’s population. 9075’s shoulders slumped. He had hoped to blend in and be part of the 79’s crowd tonight. Instead, he was literally and figuratively the shiniest thing there.

He couldn’t stay dressed as he was, but as his eyes landed on the bartender, he had a hopeful idea. He pulled off his helmet and secured it beneath his arm.

“Excuse me? Is there somewhere nearby where I can find some different clothes?”

The bartender took one look at the very un-goth armor in front of him and chuckled. “Didn’t get the memo about tonight, did you kid? Well, you’re in luck. There’s a whole storage closet in the back full of things people have left. Look for the door labeled ‘Lost and Found.’ Just don’t forget your armor when you leave. Something tells me you aren’t used to wearing yours yet.”

9075 pursed his lips to the side. He hated how right the older man was.

The lost and found cupboard was a treasure trove…if you were a woman. He wasn’t so desperate for a new look that he considered putting on one of the six black breast binders hanging on the closet’s hooks, but his young and curious gaze lingered on them for longer than he would ever admit. He didn’t fancy wearing a skirt either, though the sheer number of them had him wondering why so many of 79’s female patrons left the bar missing their clothes.

His bin rooting paid off. He was eventually able to find a few camouflaging choices for a man his size and left his armor carefully tucked beneath a pile of coats. He left the tiny room in a black turtleneck tee and pants, a couple of silver neck chains, and long, gray fingerless gloves roomy enough for him to tuck his vambrace into. It was a barely acceptable look, but with so many far more interesting people present, he doubted anyone would notice, and anything was better than his stark-white armor.

He sat at one of the empty seats of an unoccupied table and watched the comings and goings of the people at the bar. The view was intoxicating in its variety—so much so that he decided to put his skills to the test and try to discern what he could about the people he saw. It would be good practice for the detective work he would soon be doing.

Trooper 9075 knew full well why he was being assigned to the Guard. His observational skills were in the top five percent of all clones. It’s how he noticed the passwords of his trainers and knew when and where they would leave their datapads. He didn’t give it a second thought when he had looked up his scores. If they hadn’t wanted him to know, they should have done a better job of keeping the information secure.

His hidden vambrace was the perfect way to record his observations about the scene around him. He watched as nonchalantly as he could, discreetly speaking his findings into his vambrace’s recorder to review later:

CT-9075: 79’s Stealth Report A woman just walked in, a pretty one—brown hair streaked with the same blue as her eyes, nice smile... CT-9075: 79’s Stealth Report Marshal Commander Cody is here! I would know that legendary scar anywhere. He’s keeping his assets tastefully covered tonight... CT-9075: 79’s Stealth Report I heard someone refer to the clone with the full beard as Commander Mayday. He seems to know he looks good in that sleeveless shirt with the mesh sides. It’s too bad THAT ONE wasn’t in the lost and found closet... CT-9075: 79’s Stealth Report The little Mikkian talking to Commander Wolffe must be a Jedi. Three people have addressed her as “commander” in passing... CT-9075: 79’s Stealth Report The men in front of me seem to be setting up a group holopic. Is that...Commander Fox? Then that must be Commander Thorn beside him. Here comes the marshal commander again. Oh, kriff! Here come three more. They're ALL commanders? Whoa! I'm going to be in the background of a commander holo! They all look so cool standing there, and here I am looking no more interesting than the bar stools. I don’t want to ruin the shot. I should do something to fit into it better. Finger blasters maybe…or a victory sign?

This was something his new brothers in the Guard wouldn’t be able to boast about! 9075 knew he would probably be tired in the morning, but it would be worth it. After all, how many shinies could say they were about to be framed on the desks of some of the GAR’s finest commanders?

He was feeling a little less shiny already.

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nekorinnie · 3 years ago

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Chirp Chirp MFer!

Where a trooper cadet, gets a much lovely call from people who have captured one of her cousins., and said cousin's only response, is a chirp

The cadet glares at the blinking comm, not willing to deal with the shenanigans of her Vode so soon after training to the point of no return. After the tenth blink she huffs and gets up and answers the comm.

"Hello hello?" The greeting, nearly growled. Flopping on the cot.

"We have your cousin." Some unknown Di'kut states.,

A normal worried cousin would be.., well, worried. But considering a few things in this case., Dezmayess Cadera simply does not care.

"Which one.," 'Not that it really matters' she nearly smirks at the thought. 'After all, either way, it'll end the same... or at least nearly the same'

There's a small pause before the kidnapper, capturure, whatever, answers.

".. The albino."

She snorts "Good Luck."

The poor Jare barely gets to question the /well wishes/ before horrified screams suddenly sound, there's random pops heard, and some chaos going on, and she tosses the comm up and and catches it several times in the few seconds to near minute it takes for it all to calm.

A sudden chirp chirrup sounds out and she pauses in the tossing.

"... You weird arse bird. Some audacity you have." She deadpans. "Getting kidnapped, and then chirping about like nothing happened."

Her Ori'vod only laughs in reply.

....

What the kidnappers see as the jedi padawan escapes his bounds and throws glitter bombs everywhere...

Glitter. Everywhere!:

#swtor #jedi knight #evorurt #trooper #Dezmayess #Mandalorian #Dez is a Mandalorian #so would Evo and Shag be... but those two are honorary Mandos?#somethigm like that

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wanderingjedihistorian · 4 years ago

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Sith/Jedi Artifact Shenanigans Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CT-7567 | Rex, CT-5597 | Jesse, CC-1138 | Bacara, CC-8826 | Neyo, Colt (Star Wars), Ahsoka Tano, Wooley (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Silly Sides, Crossover between AUs, Soft Wars meets Dragon Clone AU, artifact shenanigans, Always the Wolfpack's Fault, Chaos, Dragon clones, Alternate Universe - Dragons, Clones are dragon shape shifters, The Littles love the dragon vode Series: Part 7 of Codywan Week 2021, Part 3 of Silly Side of the Soft Wars Sandbox Summary:

“I want it on record right the kriff now that Wolfpack had nothing to do with this,” Wolffe said by way of greeting. “Absolutely nothing at all.” “I will point out,” Bly disagreed, “That it was Master Koon that brought the artifact here so it could be properly crated up for transport back to Coruscant.” Wolffe glared at his squadmate. “Let’s not worry about blaming people and instead talk about the fact that they can turn into dragons,” Jesse interrupted.

For Codywan Week Day 5 Alternate Prompt: Sith/Jedi Artifact Shenanigans @codywanweek

#my writing #star wars fanfiction #soft wars #silly sides #codywan week 2021 #artifact shenanigans #codywan

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eobe · 2 months ago

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🪭 My turn? ✨

Eo: Vod, you know, that if I continue the chaos, you must complete! 😈

What happened before 👀😂

My not less drunk chaos vode started to release chaos goods 👀😽✨

After having rough two weeks and this one is the third, I‘m happy that I could draw a little bit in between. Struggling with my art due to RL and kind of failing in doing the coloring I wanted, I tried something different – an almost flat coloring and think that it features my crosshatching and linework and I thought it fits for the more detailed drawn close up ☺️ What do you think? 🫶

Thanks to my gorgeous Chaos vode and friends in here for inspiring me and for ever ongoing and loving support✨🥰❤️‍🩹

Taglist: @bixlasagna @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @spaceyjessa

GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @gars-weaponeer @leenathegreengirl @vodika-vibes @headphones-ct-09978 @thecoffeelorian @bad4amficideas @wyvernsrus

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wings-and-beskargam · 6 months ago

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Wishing a happy and peaceful holiday season to all those who participate, especially my chaos vode! @eobe @lonewolflupe @ghostymarni Here’s to a fresh year with new chaotic shenanigans.

Scorch’s one-liner from Republic Commando was too perfect to pass up this occasion!

#happy holidays #clone commando scorch #rc 1262 #republic commando scorch #republic commando #star wars #the bad batch #tbb scorch #repcomm #star wars republic commando #star wars fanart #delta squad #chaos squad

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oldtestleper · 8 years ago

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all this time travel fic has me antsy, so I wish you'd write a fic where Commander Fox time travels to right when all the Fives shenanigans are going down (if you want to)

Fox was one of the best, and he’ll be one of the last, too.

Clones are being phased out of the GAR, it’s been in the works for a while—probably always part of the plan. It’s easy to see why: Fox aches, deep in his bones, and the creases folding around his eyes and the grey in his hair, the old injury that never healed right and gives him a limp he can’t hide, all say broken down, rusted, scrap. It never hurts any less, to see his vode diminish in number one by one or two by two, taken by missions that should have been easy, vanished into the night whether to freedom or a firing squad no one ever knows, lost to friendly fire, sometimes from the barrels of a their own guns.

Fox would be lying if he said he didn’t understand that urge. He gets migraines now, bad ones, and sometimes he can’t remember things, can’t see, can’t think for the pain in his head. It’s getting harder to hide them. Most of all, he can’t shake the feeling that everything has gone so terribly, terribly wrong. It shouldn’t hurt, to wake up every morning. It shouldn’t hurt to look at his men. It shouldn’t hurt to look at the Coruscant skyline with the spires of the Imperial Palace rising up over it all. He should feel proud of his men—his men, his command, his city—not this creeping shame.

It just hurts so much.

“I’m getting old,” he says to Stone, dead now for seven years.

He imagines Stone sprawled next to him on the bunk, digging a playful elbow into his ribs. I always was the lucky one, he would say, sly and teasing.

Fox coughs and settles his aching body as best he can, mumbles to Stone, “You always were.”

He closes his eyes.

Fox has dreamed this before.

It’s never been quite like this though. His head feels so clean and full with adrenaline, everything sharp and slow and clear like it hasn’t been since—since—and this time when he moves to set his blaster to stun it’s easy.

Other than that it goes like always, and he’s bracing for what happens next even as he pulls the trigger.

But this time—this time the thin whining pulse of a stun blast sings through the air, and Fives collapses to the floor.

Fox stands, numb, like always. Emmett shoots the ray field down, like always, and Rex goes to his knees at Fives’s side like always, calls for a medic like always. But there are no last gurgling breaths, no fading voice, no grief.

“Commander,” Emmett says, Emmett who died the night—that night—

Fox can still see the lightsaber hacking through his chest, his head and shoulders falling away while his body crumpled and Fox fired and fired and fired. He hadn’t even looked at the face, just watched the hands. It was always the hands that Fox could never forget. How small they’d looked, clenched white-knuckle desperate around the hilt of the saber. How soft.

Emmett asks, low, “Sir, are you alright?”

Fox blinks hard and shakes off the memory. “Yes, Captain,” he says. “I’m fine.”

There isn’t a spare instant to process or think after that. It’s all chaos, all uncertainty and confusion, and Fox is afraid to let Fives out of his sight for even an instant. It’s hours and a triple guard outside Fives’s cell in the detention center, Rex and Skywalker sent away with a not-insignificant amount of effort, before Fox can be alone in his buy’ce with his thoughts, with this insanity he’s been dropped into. He isn’t sure whether to be convinced that he’s dreaming and he’ll wake up old and slow and hurting again, or that everything he lived through—the sacking of the Temple, the rise of the new Empire, every hellish moment of the ten years since the execution of Order 66—whether that is the dream. Either way he isn’t sure if he’s finally snapped, gone off the deep end at last.

The thing is, it doesn’t feel like that at all. He feels awake, now. It’s like someone rolled a boulder off of his head, and the migraines are nothing but a distant memory. He’d taken a few limping steps earlier, in the warehouse, and then realized that the old injury hadn’t happened yet. He feels young and sharp and alert again.

And now, he can think about what he did that night. He never realized that he couldn’t, really, that so much of that night and the months after, before the first rash of suicides and desertions swept through the ranks of the GAR, had been cloaked in a heavy, thick haze.

If this is a dream it is a very, very close dream.

Standing guard outside of Fives’s cell, Fox decides that either way, the next ten years have not happened, did not happen, will not happen. He never felt less like dreaming in all ten years of that future than he does now.

So now all he has to do is determine if what he lived through was ever real. If that is the future he could be facing, and stars help him, he doesn’t want to live through it twice. He has to know.

He has to change things.

He has to talk to Fives.

#asks #ct-hardcase #star wars #my fic #Commander Fox #time travel #goodbye i am dead #I CANNOT LOOK AT THIS ANYMORE.

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eobe · 3 months ago

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Up to no good... 👀✨

I thought myself that I recently mentioned quite often, that I drown in WIP 🙈 So have some glimpses of some artworks that are almost ready to rock the next round when some evil plans will launchhhh... 😎🖤

And you thought that I've got tired of gothing clones? 😁 Uhm, NO! 🔥 Me and maybe some others have just begun 😱 Hold your spotchka glasses and raise your horns, the #gar goth night is young and full of possibilities 🤩 Also check out the @gargothnightzine 😽 (yeah 👀 "-zine"! ✨) Use those two tags to join with your art, writing, super incorrect and inappropriate quotes and fun chat dialogues, thoughts, ideas and creations if you thirst for dark and gothy clones, OCs and shenanigans! 💜✨🖤

Taglist: @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @spaceyjessa @freesia-writes

GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @thepinkwool I hope I didn’t miss someone? 🤔 If you interested to stay tuned, comment and tag me or PM 🤩

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eobe · 6 months ago

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😱😂 DESPERATE CHAOS VODE! 🔥 AAAAaaahahahahaha! Waiting for a new mission and up to no good if getting bored!

My lovely badass Chaos Squad 🤩✨ When Archer said we need a new mission, THIS picture popped up in my mind and I thought myself „They gonna kill me“ 🙈 BUT I COULDN‘T RESIST and I‘m not even really sorry! Catch me if you can HEHEHE! *runs* 🐉✨

I actually never watched the series, but I‘ve seen the ‚Desperate Housewives‘ poster from time to time, so hihihi 🤪 I just had to! 🤣 Vode, I hope you like it and that I could make you smile and your eyes shine 🤩🫶✨

So I wish you all a wonderful start into the highly promising new year! Sending big Wrecker hugs! 🪅🎆✨

Chaos Squad 💥✨ From left to right, featuring:

💙 Mandalorian Archer, rancor tamer by @wings-and-beskargam

🩵 Jedi Padawan Eo / Owl Squad / 41st Elite Corps (Eo always sneaking AWOL into shenanigans, not even having a proper introduction 🙈 so much WIP but no chance to tame her!)

🩶 Jedi General Lupe of Lothal / Lone Wolf Squad / 104th battalion by @lonewolflupe

🖤 Mandalorian Aeviririn „Aev“, specialist, sniper, hire her if you want to get a job done – by @ghostymarni

Have close ups! Archer and Eo:

Lupe and Aev:

Taglist, I tend to escalate, but soon you‘ll see some clones again, promise (much WIP): @eclec-tech @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @groguandthebadbatch @ladylucksrogue @spaceyjessa @morerandombullshit @freesia-writes

My friend Nix for OCs @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf 🫶

Posting a bit sooner than usually, New Years Eve preparations ✨ Enjoy, my dear folks 🫶

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eobe · 3 months ago

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they're asking for Eo's fan.

Y/N

For a moment Eo only stared at the two shaggy clones, feeling after that strange ask a bit surreal standing with them in the flashes of the disco light dressed like this. The Mikkian wasn’t sure if the music had played a joke on her tendrils, or if it was eventually time to sober up a bit.

„Commander Mayday asks for what?“, she shouted over the noise and tried to reach taller up to the towering bearded clones. So unfair! One time she could wear heels to be not that tiny between all of them anymore and now those rugged divas looked down to her from their own heeled hights!

Their eyes widened a bit and both of them seem to shrink, clearly not used to a Mikkian trying to understand them better with curling tendrils that played a bit nearer to their faces. Hehe! Poor men. Eo laughed „Sorry, guys. Stop mumbling into your beards, you’re allowed to shout at me, troopers!“

The men exchanged a short look, then the right one formed a funnel with his hands to answer and Eo almost lost it as he looked a bit desperate not seeing ears where to shout at. „Your faaan, Commander!“ Then they looked again at her like too big and bearded schoolboys.

„For what does Commander Mayday need my fan?“, she yelled back irritated but also amused, seeing them blushing and eyeing nervously at the too close tendrils. „For some dramatic purpose, Ma’am – I mean… Commader, Sir“, the other one answered and Eo looked right at the very second to him to catch him ripping his eyes up to her face from a clearly lower point. She grinned teethy and one of her tendrils flicked only an inch away from his beard.

She decided to release the sweating men, only helping their Commander with whatever kind of shenanigans, that most likely have something to do with a certain gorgeous Mando leaning at the wall, waiting for her drink.

With a dramatic slap Eo opened the fan, enjoyed how the broad shouldered guys winced like one person and with an elegant twist into her velvet sleeved hand she closed and handed it to them in one move.

„Tell Commander Mayday, that I want this back in exactly this state, troopers. Do you copy?“

Clones in heels jumping in attention is nothing but fun, Eo thought by herself, trying to do a strict face and failing with the need to smirk.

„Sir, yes, Sir!“

@foxwithadarkside 🫶

My Chaos vode💥: @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech

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eobe · 19 days ago

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Little Update 🩵

As I am a walking *ERROR* at the moment, wanting to do so much more #gar goth night art, continuing with Alpha-17, also with the gorgeous Skiratas, wanting to involve #owl squad and #the source code more, continuing to layout the @gargothnightzine , continuing with #commander caf 🦊☕️ and #chaos squad shenanigans and #artful ARC trooper strategies and more #underrated clones and TBB and TCW and crossovers and a fun-chaotic-philosophical-artsy Dragon RP for dragoning around and just…

not having a time freeze bubble to just draw and indulge for hours, escalate in art, writing, rambling, answering, collabing with all my precious vode and beautiful friends in here… 🤌🤌🤌🤌

*sigh* 🫠 RL is wild right now, I‘m almost on the streets, struggling to keep what I love, to break out of cages, to build new healthier structures, to stay true to myself, to help my loves, to feign reasonable adult to be the basically only half-grown person who is able to diplomat inmids a family war, having to learn the hard way to stop people pleasing and doing what has to be done, learning to fully trust myself and so on…

But I breathe. I have wholesome, warmhearted friends what is an incredible gift, I continue, no matter how brainsnailing and how inefficient.

I managed before. I‘ll manage again.

I‘m incredibly slow, but under the line unstoppable 😎✨

I just want to say sorry for those who I let wait.

I didn’t forget you precious people 🥰🫶

Taglist for information: @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @ladylucksrogue @spaceyjessa @freesia-writes

My Chaos vode💥 @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech

Precious friends 🫶 @foxwithadarkside @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feralferrule @clonethirstingisreal @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy

🫶

#eobe rambles #update #real life chaos #i must ride the tide #just let me draw and write #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #crafters on tumblr #love my friends in here

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wings-and-beskargam · 3 days ago

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Echaaj'la

Part 2

(Part 1)

The continuation of this collaborative “fix-it”, post GGN tale. This has turned into a collaborative writing exercise between myself and @feralferrule, with input from a couple other vode. The thing I loved most about GGN was the collaboration and the reciprocal inspiration. Thanks so much to all of you for the ride!

Hang in there BIV boys, we’re coming!

Word Count ~5400

Synopsis - Joined by a couple friends, Archer and Choy get to know each other a little better while planning how they’re going to extract Hexx, Veetch, and Mayday from Barton IV without altering the timeline. Meanwhile, the Barton IV boys continue to freeze, still utterly baffled by their GGN ‘dreams’, but at least they were good dreams. 😙

Warnings: We’re trying to rope a bunch of chaos together (including some very non-canon shenanigans) and make it all behave. Let’s just go with it. 🤫 Some angsty-ness and tender moments. Archer isn’t sure how to process her feelings or worries. She needs a hug. Or maybe more of that pink drink.

Mando’a Words

Al’verde - commander

Aruetiise - Outsiders

Beskar’gam - armour

Beskaryc kar’ta - beskar heart

Copi - shortened from copikla, “cute”. Copi is Archer’s young rancor.

Haar Trak - “The Arrow”, Archer’s Kom'rk-class starfigher.

Kar’ta - heart

Kov’nyn - the Mandalorian “Keldabe kiss”. The touching of foreheads, usually by helmeted individuals. Can be used in combat (I.e., a violent headbutt), but when performed gently, this gesture is an act of affection and trust (not exclusively romantic), and demonstrates a bond between the individuals involved.

Ner - my

Ner runi cuyi ca’tra, bal gar me’suum’ika bal ka’ra - My soul is the night sky, and you are the moon and stars

Olarom - Welcome

Shab’la - screwed-up

Resol’nare - “The six actions”. Six tenets, central to the Mandalorian way of life.

Yaim’sik - home/house

Barton IV, Imperial Depot

Another frigid morning. Not that there were ever warm mornings, but he’d settle for a plain cold one once in a while. Commander Mayday rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stood up from his cot. A thin skim of ice on the drab, grey duracrete walls of his bunk room shimmered in the pale light beginning to stream through the tiny window, and he could see each exhale as they puffed out in a swirling cloud in front of him.

This was a miserable place to be. He and his squad had been assigned to guard the remote outpost and its cargo crates over a year ago. The base came under constant attack from raiders - local people, and over the months most of the squad had been lost in the conflicts. Morale was at an all-time low, the Empire had all but abandoned them to their icy fates, and all of his squad had been lost apart from two troopers - Hexx and Veetch.

A faint reflection of light caught his eye as he bent to pick up his armour from its neat stack on the floor. The pendant around his neck, a copper coloured metal hexagon, was swinging and catching the orange glow from his small, barely functional, heating device. He paused to consider the simple pendant. It hung on a leather cord and had faint writing etched on it in runes he recognized as Mandalorian, but could not read.

He’d woken up one morning, about 6 months past and had discovered it hanging around his neck. The clothing strewn across the floor was not his usual blacks and his favourite, well his ONLY, pair of sunglasses had been missing. He’d stormed into Hexx and Veetch’s quarters demanding to know what trouble they had been up to, only to find them arguing about some wild theory. About a dream. A dream with eerie similarities to the one he’d had that night, and had continued having since.

The dream was difficult to remember, he had only brief images left when he awoke. A red rose woven into flowing brown hair. A tattoo in the shape of his pendant, etched on a pale sternum. Soft hands running over his hair and along his cheeks. His forehead resting gently against another. He always felt warm and a little less alone when he woke from this dream, but its appearance along with that of the pendant were utterly perplexing.

Dreams couldn’t explain the appearance and disappearance of physical objects. He must have spent too much time trapped at this miserable base, he was loosing his grip on reality. He’d spent several days trying to figure out what the kark had happened, but eventually gave it up for some quirk in the force. All he knew for sure, was that his new pendant was inexplicably dear to him (but couldn’t, sadly, shade his eyes from the glaring sun). He rarely took it off, and kept it hidden in the collar of his blacks.

With a sigh, he resigned himself once again to possibly never finding the answers to all of the questions he had. He tucked his pendant into his collar and began to kit up in his amour, wondering if the reinforcements he’d requested 28 rotations ago would be arriving finally.

***

In the adjacent barracks Hexx and Veetch were also preparing for the day. Veetch was rummaging through his small crate of belongings when he came across an item of ladies lingerie. He considered the lacy scrap of cloth for a moment. It still faintly held the scent from it’s presumable former owner. Together he and Hexx had a matching set. But Hexx never wanted to talk about their secret treasures. It felt like he’d gotten his in a dream, but that couldn’t be right - the fabric was real, he could hold it in his hands. The more he tried to puzzle out the answer, the more foggy his dream-like memory became. It had to be just a dream. A really good dream. Like a children’s tale, full of mystery and magic. He brushed the lacy fabric with his fingers one last time and then stood and headed out into the chill of the base.

Hexx followed him silently, his thoughts also on the inexplicable appearance of items he and his brother kept secret. Veetch had some wild theories about the mysterious appearances and the recurring dreams he had about a mystery woman, but had given up trying to connect the dots after their Commander had reprimanded him for making a huge, slightly insane string board on the wall of their barracks. The memory of the look on Mayday’s face when he’d first seen the huge art project still brought a smile to Hexx’s face.

Though he’d never admit it, Hexx had similar dreams, and often carried his treasure - a smaller scrap of lacy black fabric than Veetch had - with him through the day, convinced that it gave him good luck. He surreptitiously checked for its presence in one of his belt boxes. It was there, and the woman he’d gotten it from had to be out there too, she had to be real. He felt assured it was going to be a good day.

***

Kyrimorut, Mandalore

“This way, watch your head.” Archer held open a low door that curiously appeared to be hewn directly into the trunk of a vast veshok tree growing next to a pristine lake at the northern edge of the village. Choy ducked inside the door and found herself in an expansive, partially underground space. Numerous starships of varying sizes rested inside, gleaming in the low, artificial light.

“Wow. Mandalorians really love their secret, hidden spaces, huh?” said Choy. Archer chuckled. “Well, this is a secret stronghold for some very high-profile, moderately unstable and ridiculously wealthy military deserters, ex-Jedi and other similarly unsavoury characters. We don’t exactly want to hang out an olarom sign for the Empire.” Archer smirked.

Archer had just received a message from Jaing, the information specialist they’d visited not an hour before. He’d informed them that an Imperial shuttle was scheduled to deploy to Barton IV two standard rotations from now. They didn’t have much time to waste so they’d come to prepare to leave for Barton IV.

Archer led her in the direction of the large hangar door, which appeared to open directly out from the side of the tree under which the hangar was build, opposite the small door they had just entered by. There was a medium-sized starship parked here, its wings in an upright position. As they approached the side of the ship, a woman in dark crimson coveralls slid out from underneath it wiping grease from her hands with a rag.

“Choy, this is Parja. Parja, Choy,” Archer introduced. She turned to Choy. “Parja is our resident mechanic and general technical specialist. She’s Fi’s partner. Parja,” she said turning back towards the other woman, “thanks for doing my preflight-check on such short notice. I’m afraid we’ve have to depart unexpectedly quickly.”

Choy studied the fierce-looking mechanic. She looked pretty familiar, and she knew they’d met briefly. “Oh! We met at GAR Goth Night,” she realized out loud.

Parja raised an eyebrow, “Where? ‘GAR’ as in Grand Army of the Republic?”

Choy looked questioningly at Archer who nodded [[She’s safe, just remember I’m on the down low.]] Choy gave her a subtle wink and turned back to Parja.

“Parja, I’m glad to really meet you. I only just saw you across the dance floor at 79’s on Coruscant months ago. You were dancing with your husband and his brother and Archer.” Parja squinted her eyes and looked just over Choy’s head. “Everyone was dressed in black and the clone bar was decorated all spooky? Do you remember?”

She shook her head, casting her gaze around, “I, I thought I had some dreams kind of like that. Fi hasn’t mentioned anything like it,” she looked at Archer. “You were there? With us?” Archer nodded.

“I can help you remember,” Choy offered, holding up her hand. “I’m no Jedi but I can do the same stuff they can. The place had some special power over it that night that gave us all amnesia, but someone helped me remember and I helped Archer.”

Again Parja looked to Archer for confirmation.

Choy continued, “May I jog your memory?” She held out her hand, “I promise the rest of your mind is safe, I won’t go poking around or anything,” Choy smiled. Parja nodded and placed her hand on Choy’s. Choy stepped closer, placed her other hand on Parja’s and began radiating calm and reassuring energy toward her.

“I will show you images, [[of the club from my memories.]] Choy switched to speaking through the force. She sent safe welcoming energy into Parja’s brain, visualizing a mist lifting off of her mind. Choy then projected her own memory of Parja arriving at 79’s with Rav, her outfit, her husband, the dancing. [[it was a theme night at 79’s, gothic, melancholy, romantic]] she showed her the other patrons, the decor, the performers on stage. She coaxed out Parja’s suspended memories frozen by the strange fogginess that she could feel in the force around people who had been at GGN.

Parja drew a sharp breath, “Yes, that’s like my dream. Oh, this all really happened. I was there!”

Choy continued. [[Archer met a clone commander in the GAR - well Empire now - Mayday, who went through quite the effort to woo her.]] Choy showed Mayday giving her the rose and a snippet of how they looked at each other.

Archer watched Parja’s expression soften from surprise and wonder to something happier as she caught Archer’s eye. Choy felt Parja’s caring and gladness directed toward her friend, and noticed Archer crossing her arms, cheeks colouring a bit.

[[And I- well, I hit it off with his men.]] Choy carefully parsed the more intimate memories from her projection into Parja’s mind, but some of the emotion slipped through, the infatuation, the deep concern. Parja’s attention was back on Choy, Archer noting her raised eyebrows and Choy’s blush.

[[I know what terrible things are going to happen to these men, and have come here to ask Archer for her help to rescue them from the Imperial base they are stationed at.]] Choy showed her memory of the images of Barton IV, the explosion, the row of helmets, Mayday with a heavy heart, the avalanche, Crosshair, and the cold, indifferent Imperial officer. Mayday dead in the snow.

“The Empire is throwing clones away like trash, abusing them, even experimenting on them now.” Choy said out loud with restrained passion, blinking back tears. She released Parja’s hand with a quick squeeze to bring her back to the here and now. “Thank you for listening,” Choy added and stepped back out of Parja’s personal space.

Parja blinked slowly and then looked to Archer. “So now you’re flying off to some Imperial installation, without a plan, or backup, to extract three random clones?”

Archer scoffed. ”Who said I don’t have a plan?”

”Does your “plan” involve a crate of thermal detonators?”

Archer shrugged non-commitally, a huge grin on her face.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Scorch.” Parja smirked, then turned serious. “But you know better than to think we’ll let you go to infiltrate an Imperial base by yourself, Keb. I’m coming with you and we’re bringing Fi too,” she continued, walking off.

“Your ship’s grounded until we come back!” she shouted over her shoulder as she left through the small door, heading towards the Skirata home.

Choy looked at Archer quizzically. “Keb?”

”My name. It’s Kebii’tra. “Archer” is a nickname of sorts.”

Choy nodded as she considered the irony that her own name now was a nickname derived from Archer’s language. She looked around at the space and wondered about the construction of the place and how these enormous compounds couldn’t be older than the huge trees above.

She looked at the comically small door that Parja had just left through and tipped her head. “So if you want to use the force on this adventure, you can just blame me. But that Parja’s a good egg. Would you ever feel safe coming out to her as a force user? Why’d you tell me anyway? You have that pink booze they were passing out? That stuff was something else.” Choy waved a hand up dismissively, and cast her gaze around Archer’s ship. “You don’t have to answer any of this, I’m just thinking out loud right now. But if she’s going to help- which is great, don’t get me wrong, I just think that says a lot about how much she cares about you.” She turned to Archer and looked her in the eyes, “Now, I’ll take your secret to my grave but I don’t think you should have to.”

Archer shrugged in Choy’s direction. “They liberate and take in defected clones here. It’s part of the reason this place exists, and it’s how they live by the Resol’nare. But Mandalorians have a long… tumultuous history with force users. The conflicts between us have shaped our culture for centuries. Distrust of the Jedi runs deep in our blood, and Mandalorian force users may be hidden away or shunned. It’s different here, people are less traditional, obviously, but I don’t have a great many friends and I don’t want to lose any because I’m different.”

Choy didn’t fail to notice the slightly pained look that briefly crossed Archer’s face.

”And to your second question,” she said abruptly changing the subject, “You threatened me.” Choy received a teasingly wicked grin. “It was only fair I let you know what you were getting yourself into,” she said with a wink.

Continuing, she said, “Since you mentioned them, those pink drinks - what did they do to us? They made me feel strange. Like I wasn’t quite myself in some ways. I did some things I wouldn’t normally have, and everything I felt seemed exaggerated. It was all so intense by the end of the night. ”

“Hold up,” Choy laughed, “Is it really a threat if I don't know you can hear me?” she smirked at the other woman. “Anyway, yeah we were definitely in an altered state,” she squinted her eyes and thought back to that night. “I’ve had a while to reflect on this and I believe what I was feeling was genuine. Like, I was really annoyed with Jesse, but I was already annoyed with him. I avoided Echo after the drinks because I knew my heart would break in a million pieces if I saw him. I felt very platonic toward the Bad Batchers and all the ladies felt like sisters I never had. It was like I felt everything stronger, but it all came from me.”

She shifted her weight to one leg and held a hand out. “But would I have jumped in the sack with two men had I been sober?” She shrugged, “Possibly. Probably- honestly,” she nodded, “ that’s exactly what I would have done then. I was still hormonal like a tooka in heat- sorry, I know, TMI. But between the force being new for me and the stupid GAR-issue birth control implant, I was a hot mess. I still have to focus every day just to manage it, but it’s better. I wasn’t eased into the force from birth like you or anyone else in this galaxy. Yoda said it’s the nature of power to fill voids. Apparently I was a void,” Choy added sardonically, eyebrows raised.

She looked at Archer again who seemed not at all reassured. Choy sighed, “Here’s what I think- whatever you did with Mayday, that came from your heart. It didn’t feel like regular drunk inhibition to me and you didn’t seem drugged. I’ve seen that and your mind felt clear. We’ll just have to see how we feel about the guys when we get them, and how they feel about us, too. Who knows, maybe we just end up rescuing them and it’s like catch and release.”

She paused and stepped a little closer to Archer, “Hey, nothing you did was inherently bad. Do Mandalorians have cultural rules, taboos about this sort of thing? Or your own rules you have for yourself?”

“There’s no cultural taboo. Far from it.” Archer paused, looking a little uncomfortable. “I’m just…not usually into the casual scene I guess. I don’t really regret anything, I’m just still unsure how things seemed to move so quickly for me. And of what that might mean.”

Choy sensed something behind Archer’s words, but let it be for the time being.

Archer continued, unprompted. “I gave him my kar’ta…” she admitted. “He was still loyal to the Empire, I couldn’t tell him about this place,” she gestured around them, “couldn’t yet offer him, them, a place to get away to. But still, I gave it to him.”

“Your kar’ta?” Choy asked her, unsure of what she meant, but sensing a weight to the admission.

“My heart. My beskar heart - from my armour,” she hedged slightly. “He hung it around his neck, and wore it as a pendant the rest of the night.”

“I’ve read that piece is special. It symbolizes the heart and spirit of the Mandalorian people, right?” She eyed Archer knowingly.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she trailed off, apparently unprepared to go further.

”Hey,” Archer began anew, once again changing the course of the conversation, “since we have a bit of time before Parja comes back with Fi, let's head back to my yaim’sik for a minute. I should introduce - or maybe reintroduce - you to someone.”

“Yes, of course,” Choy said a little absentmindedly. She followed Archer out of the little door and back through the woods. She was considering how deeply affected Archer seemed to be by her dalliance with Mayday. Choy felt deep guilt seeping up. A memory of Hexx throwing the back room key to Mayday at her suggestion played across her mind. She realized that she had drawn Archer into the storm she was caught in, her lack of boundary and control stoking that far deeper power than the force, the fires of desire, the very thing driving all the conflict and war for power around them. She realized that maybe she wasn’t supposed to be here just for the boys, but for Archer, too. She felt a strong resolve to help Archer regain her sense of integrity and to set things right.

Sensing her inner turmoil, Archer looked back at Choy who had straggled behind with her thoughts. Choy just smiled and quickened her pace. “So who’s the mystery person? Someone from GGN, I’d imagine?”

”Oh yes, I think you’ll quite like her.”

***

Hyperspace, en-route from Mandalore to Barton IV

Archer reclined in the pilot’s chair of her Kom’rk-class starfighter - Haar Trak - content for the moment to rest and process some of the memories and information Choy had unlocked. They were presently speeding through hyperspace on their way from Mandalore to Barton IV, a journey that was nearly complete.

Parja and Fi had joined them, Parja being convinced that they would need the help. Or maybe she was just eager for another opportunity to see some of their new gear tested in action. She wasn't sure. Both Parja and Fi had spoken with Choy and were relieved of the fog over their memories. They were now seated towards the rear of the ship, conversing quietly.

Choy was seated beside her in the copilot’s chair, apparently lost within her own thoughts. She’d made it clear to them that in order to maintain the integrity of future events, the three clones must be extracted without the knowledge of anyone on Barton IV, and that they must all be believed to have been killed in action. This was going to be… interesting.

The Imperial clone trooper known as Crosshair would soon be arriving on Barton IV with one Lieutenant Nolan. Crosshair had been at GGN and had seemed to know Mayday then. It was curious that this day would be the first time they’d be meeting, according to Choy. Now that she was thinking of the people she’d seen that night, she realized there were quite a few people there who seemed to be from another time. Curious. She wondered, not for the first time, what purpose the minstrels had had for bringing all of those beings together the way they had. What a story that must be.

This mission to free the three steadfast clones trapped on Barton IV was the right thing to do, and aligned with Kyriomorut’s objective of liberating and bringing more vode to the stronghold. But she’d also promised Mayday she’d come for him, and she felt compelled to fulfill that promise - no matter the ultimate outcome. Sure, he hadn’t known exactly what she’d meant and probably didn’t remember anything about that night, but still she’d given her word.

Choy had made it clear that all three men had experienced much in the past months and would be happy to move on to a different life, if given the chance. It was time to fulfill her promise, then. She recalled the last few moments of GGN, and felt her resolve strengthen. The memory played before her eyes.

Mayday hugged her close at a table near the bar, she was seated sideways across his lap. He laid his head against her shoulder, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. He sighed deeply as she waved to Eo and her squad as they departed for the night.

She looked down at him and stroked his hair soothingly with her free hand as the tumult of emotions roiling inside him washed over her. He’d seemed lost in thought, trapped in a loop of “what-if’s”.

“Are you tired, Al’verde?” she’d asked.

He’d looked up at her, his large eyes tinged with emotions she didn’t want to name. It was a heartbreaking look, and one she couldn’t deny held more than just weariness.

“No.”

“Then what’s wrong, ner kar’ta?”

“The club is closing soon.” He paused for a long moment, searching her gaze and clutching her more tightly to him. “And I don’t want to leave.”

She’d looked up then, noticing that indeed the club was beginning to clear out, patrons saying their farewells and making their way to the exit. Hexx and Veetch had been hovering nearby, both looking dispirited after Choy’s departure. It was time for them to go as well.

Setting her nearly empty glass of pink-drink down on the table behind her she pressed her palm to Mayday’s cheek, running her thumb back and forth softly. He leaned into the touch.

“Shab,” she thought to herself with a heavy sigh of her own, “this one is the call for help that has brought me more trouble.” What was it that made these three bearded troopers so sweet and hard to deny? And why-oh-why must they still be with the Empire? Why couldn’t she just offer him and his men a safe place to go?”

She’d brought her forehead to rest against his in a gentle kov’nyn and said softly, “Ner runi cuyi ca’tra, bal gar me’suum’ika bal ka’ra.” She knew that he’d probably understood only a few of the words but she could feel their impact on him nonetheless.

Their fast-growing attachment to each other was probably obvious to everyone in the club. She should have kept her distance, knowing they would inevitably have to part - maybe permanently - at the end of the night, but she’d been as helpless in the end to the mysterious atmosphere of GGN as everyone else.

”Come with me?” he’d asked then.

Before she’d been able formulate a response Hexx and Veetch appeared over his shoulder and cleared their throats.

”Uhm, commander? Sir?” Veetch spoke hesitantly.

Mayday’s posture stiffened immediately, and he nearly growled his response. “I know, Veetch.”

Mayday sighed once again before rising from the chair and setting her on her feet. He took her hand in his, and as a group they walked towards the doors. He paused with her, eyeing the two troopers meaningfully. They walked through the doors with a nod… and seemed to fade in a pink-tinged mist that definitely hadn’t been there a moment ago.

What the kark? She hadn’t questioned that at the time. Mayday hadn’t seemed to notice.

He was hesitating, his reluctance to go etched in every line of his posture and rippling off him in strong pulses. His eyes said everything he wouldn’t voice. She squeezed his hand and tried to send a subtle wave of calm reassurance to him. He took a shaky breath and crushed her to his chest. She squeezed him back as he said, “I’ll comm you. Promise.”

He pulled back and grinned at her. Mand’alor, that cheeky smile was contagious. She returned it with a wink and kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t forget, Al’verde. I’ll come after you if you do, and I’ll bring Copi,” she threatened teasingly.

“Promise?”

“Ni haat’mitir.”

Eyes shining, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. He turned quickly and passed through the doorway, fading away in swirling pinkish mist.

Again she hadn’t questioned that decidedly not normal departure at the time.

And of course, he hadn’t contacted her. She’d promised to come after him, and now she was. But the uncertainty she felt about where would they would stand after all the time that had passed was distracting. She sighed quietly. “Stop it,” she chided herself.

It didn’t matter what happened after. Getting the three men away from the Empire, saving their lives, giving them a chance to live and make their own choices was all that mattered. She was a professional. She was not going to let these dikut’la pink-mist generated emotions and worries get in the way of completing this mission with everyone intact.

Clearing her throat, Archer turned fully in her seat to face Choy. ”Show me again, the events of the afternoon when we’ll have to get your two lads out.” Choy took Archer’s offered hand and sent images of Crosshair overhearing an urgent comm message from Veetch relaying that Hexx had been taken down by raiders, followed by images of a shuttle stationed in front of the base exploding and sending a man in clone trooper armour - Veetch - flying through the air.

Parja and Fi, overhearing the activity joined the planning in the cockpit.

”It seems as though there are only a couple minutes between when Veetch reports Hexx to have been taken down at the back of this depot and when he himself is caught up in this shuttle explosion near the southwestern end.” Archer said, deep in thought.

“Yes, and Crosshair will be closely watching the shuttle explosion from the eastern watchtower, while Mayday is investigating in the northwestern area. The light from the detonation will blind Crosshair temporarily but only for a few seconds. There won’t be much time to get to Veetch without him noticing us,” said Choy.

“Hm. We’ll have to split up into two teams to get to both men in time, I think,” Archer returned. “If we can covertly station one team on the east side near where the raiders make initial hard contact with Hexx and Veetch behind the barracks building, they can provide the boys with some subtle non-lethal cover fire and transport Hexx to the ship after Veetch breaks away to the south towards the shuttle. A covert stun-shot on Hexx while Veetch has his back turned should maintain his story of being taken down and prevent him from actually being shot.”

Choy looked slightly aghast at the idea of deliberately stunning Hexx, but said, “I’m a pretty good shot, I can probably manage that.”

Fi brightened. “Looks like you’re teaming up with me! I’ve heard I’m ok with a blaster rifle.” He winked. Parja rolled her eyes fondly.

“Make sure you’re not firing unless you really need to. Stun bolts will be really obvious and if anyone notices, your cover will be blown”, Parja added. “But what about the other man, Veetch?”

Archer crossed her arms. “You and I will get him. This might be a good chance to try out that new remote override device you guys been working on. You up for a covert installation and remote “self-destruction” of an imperial shuttle?”

“You know it.” Parja smiled. She was always game for testing out new tech. Especially if it caused a little mayhem for the Empire.

If we detonate that shuttle just a bit earlier than what Choy’s seen, it’ll still provide the flash of light we need for visual cover, and it’ll throw Veetch up into the right spot without it being fatal for him. If my timing is right, I should be able to jet in and snatch him from the air as he’s blown back away from the shuttle.” Archer looked thoughtful for a moment. “I suppose the intensity of the explosion may be enough to explain the fact that he is suddenly missing too.”

“Wait,” Choy interjectected, “you can carry the weight of an armoured man while flying your jetpack?” asked Choy a bit doubtfully.

“I once scooped up a fully Katarn-armoured commando. Dropped him in a mud pit. It was hilarious,” Archer reflected with a smile.

“You… what?” Choy blinked incredulously.

“He called Copi ugly.” Archer shrugged. “Anyway, these skinny lads shouldn’t be a problem”.

“Wow, ok.” Choy blinked. “Oh! We’ll have to make sure some armour pieces stay behind, or at least their helmets.” Archer looked at Choy questioningly. “Trust me,” said Choy.

Archer shrugged. “Very well.”

Fi wondered, “The base’s perimeter sensor array may be problematic for us trying to stage ahead of time. Do you have an explosive plan to deal with that too?”

Archer considered for a moment. “If what Choy’s shown us is accurate, their sensors are shab’la. But we may be safest to get into position after the raiders have triggered the alarm themselves. Timing will be tight, but we’ll avoid detection, save time, and it should be workable with all the chaos, right?”

“The larger concern though is the likelihood that those troopers will have no memory of us and will probably resist our abduction efforts. Choy, can you remedy that before they regain consciousness?”

“They should be conscious for me to help them remember. I think I can handle them though.” Choy smiled at the group reassuringly.

“And Mayday?” Archer asked gravely. “When can we get Mayday out?”

Choy glanced to the side for a moment, before returning her gaze to meet Archer’s. “Mayday has to believe that Hexx and Veetch are gone. He has to stay with Crosshair for a bit longer. Just until the next morning. It’s Crosshair befriending Mayday, being saved by him, and then witnessing what he thinks is Mayday’s death that lets him move past the Empire. It seems cruel, but I believe it has to happen. For the sake of a lot of lives.”

There was a long silence, as the group looked at each other. Archer felt deeply unsettled. “We have to allow him to be injured and then appear to die under these horrible circumstances? What if he does die?”

She wasn’t sure she could remain composed if she had to witness that.

”I’m almost certain he doesn’t,” responded Choy immediately. “At least not right there, like I showed you. Fi interjected “He certainly will suffering from hypothermia, which in its final stages can cause loss of consciousness. Pulse and respirations can be difficult to detect too. We will need to get him quickly to the ship and stabilize any injuries he’s got from the avalanche. He’ll probably need the bacta tank back home.”

[[I believe you can get to him in time, and we can look after him and Hexx and Veetch. It’s all going to work out, you’ll see.]] Choy was looking at Archer, and she felt her trying to convey confidence and reassurance. “We can do this,” Choy then said aloud to the group.

The ship’s navicomputer emitted an auditory tone before dropping the craft out of hyperspace. The icy visage of Barton IV loomed large in the viewscreen. Archer looked at her hastily assembled rescue squad and nodded.

“Well, we’ll soon find out.”

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