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Clones: General- Non specific Clone talk Clones: mentality- thought processes of the Clones, how they think Clone Culture/Clones: Culture- What it says, musings on the unique culture of the clones partially inspired by Mandalorians.  Clones: biology- Generally about their growth, genetics, etc., Genetics- people rely on this too much when it comes to the clones, discussions on what genetics actually dictate etc.,Connected to above. Clones: Aging/Clone aging- How they age, what happens if they do manage to fix the aging issue Kal and his sons were working on. Clones: Diet- what they eat and how it relates to their biology and culture. Timeline: Post War/Clones: After the War- What it says, what happens to the clones (mine, others’ OCs, canons) after the war. ARCs- stuff about Advanced Recon Commandos Alpha ARCs- same as above, but specifically the Alpha class.  Nulls- same as above but Null class. Clones: POW- what happens to captured clones of various rank and job (ARC versus regular white job).  Clones: Health- diseases and such specific to Clone anatomy.  Clones: Military- How the clone GAR works Clones: Ranks- Connected to above, ranking is difficult with clones if we only rely on canon.  Cuy'val Dar- the sergeants and such who trained the clones. 75% were Mandalorians recruited personally by Jango Fett, the other 25% were non-Mando. Clones: Stasis- thoughts on the practice of putting clones into stasis, how it’s viewed by them and others Specific Chars T'ad Squad Omega Squad Delta Squad Null ARCs Alpha ARCs Jango Fett (sometimes referred to as progenitor, Jang'buir, Template, and Prime)

My Clones stuff My Clone OCs- my OCs versus friends’ (aka T'ad Squad and Althan for now) Clones: Face Claims- Either firm claims or possible claims for my clone babies.

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List of Alpha ARCs

2: Spar 4: Tavo (head canon) 6: Cyclo (OC) 7: Nas (OC) 8: Sheres (OC) 9: Hyran (OC) 16: Jaster (OC) 17: Alpha (Sev/Ven to the ones he’s closest to: Sheres & Jaster) 26: Maze 30: Sull 54: Turhaya (OC) 58: Trantos 66: Muzzle 77: Fordo N/A: Mar’ek N/A: Stec N/A: Aven

Note when I say OC, I mean mine. There may very well be other peoples' Alpha ARC OCs with the same number. I really don't care lol It's all about having fun and giving the Alpha cohort attention they don't get otherwise.

List of clones I have a lot of love/interest for and which medium they're from:

Darman Skirata (Repcomm) Fi Skirata (Repcomm) Corr (RepComm) Wolffe (The Clone Wars) Jesse (The Clone Wars) Hardcase (The Clone Wars) 99 (The Clone Wars) Sergeant Crasher (The Clone Wars)

Tagging list for finding certain info can be found here. And I will emphasize again I do not use numbers unless the clone has specified to use them (Alpha Seventeen).

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Sergeant Crasher’s Welcoming Speech to the Cadet Brigade in S2E20 Death Trap

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Random Turhaya Factoids

Ze has a tendency to go non-verbal, but zir batch mates know the signs when he is about to go NV.

Mostly closeted around non-Alphas, not necessarily out of fear or anything but if non-alphas aren’t going to be around much there is little point in having them learn about Turhaya’s gender ID (possibly having to field questions when ze just wants to go back home after the mission) and they don’t mind using he/him anyhow.

Zir gender identity journey started slightly sooner than puberty (for clones). Ze planned on telling zir batch mates before the war but they were all “frozen” before word one could get out. And when they were finally “unfrozen”, ze could not bring zirself to mention it due to learning of Jango’s death and the overall chaotic atmosphere of a war they were fashionably late to.

Was not at Umbara but dealt with the fallout of some of zir batchmates coming back from it with existential crises galore (Sheres, Alpha 17, Sull for certain were there. Maze obviously was elsewhere. As was Jaster. Everyone else it is unclear.)

Fluent in 7 languages and semi-fluent/conversational in 3 more. Ze has done much for the linguistic community by keeping Old Corellian from going entirely extinct. Also known for adding new words and phrases to Mando'a and its sign language counterpart. Hopes to catalogue various sign languages from various planets, but the slightly more obscure ones. Tusken Raider is on the list, even knowing they are rather hostile to outsiders.

Adores experimenting with hair styles. The various products, including hair dye, used for the sake of undercover stuff gets a workout from Turhaya when they have downtime. The only thing ze refuses to do is completely bald or buzz cut. Ze needs some fluff on zir head.

Zir sexual orientation boils down to “…maybe?”. [Ze is] Still trying to figure it out, but mostly finds zirself in a kind of gray ace way. Not sex repulsed but the timing and person has to be juuuuust right.

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I caved so meet another Alpha ARC OC. C: 

Name: Nyn (Striker in Mando’a) for the first few years of their life, became Turhaya (Bright Star in Old Corellian, see below for reason in using Old Corellian) after coming out as non-binary to zir batch mates after the Second Battle of Geonosis (approximately 1 year after the first battle and the start of the war). They did not fight in that battle, however.  Designation: Alpha 54 Pronouns: he/they/ze/zir MOS (Military Occupation Specialty): Linguistics /cryptanalyst/Logistics (Most if not all Alphas have multiple specialties for obvious and not so obvious reasons. Also it isn’t weird for an ‘organic’ to be linguistic. You might not always have a droid and the Alphas are obviously at the very least bilingual. Turhaya put zir effort into being as fluent in Old Corellian as possible as ze found it to be incredibly useful for coding messages given how it is considered a dead language.)  Batch: Second (technically third if you count the Nulls as the first batch) Post-War Career: Cryptologist ‘professor’. Did some freelancing work for the Empire all of once then got as far from the center of the Empire as possible. Ze is the one you go to when you want your ade (children) to learn how to encrypt and decrypt.  

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Updated List of Alpha ARCs

2: Spar 4: Tavo (head canon) 6: Cyclo (OC) 7: Nas (OC) 8: Sheres (OC) 9: Hyran (OC) 16: Jaster (OC) 17: Alpha (Sev/Ven to the ones he’s closest to: Sheres & Jaster) 26: Maze 30: Sull 54: Turhaya (OC) 58: Trantos 66: Muzzle 77: Fordo N/A: Mar’ek N/A: Stec N/A: Aven

Taking suggestions on placements for the last 3.

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Status: Young and In Love

A/N: decided to do a nice long fluffy little piece thing with one of my favorite ever tropes! A lot of this was inspired from multiple crime shows I’ve been watching lately so haha. It’s Mereel/Sheres so I hope y’all enjoy as we know some of you are Shereel shippers.

There were a dozen reasons for Alphas and Nulls to intermingle same as ARCs intermingling with the regular recom commandos with their fancy Katarn armor. And one of them would have to be undercover work. Usually it was just one who had the cover and the other was the handler who watched from the shadows. But in this very special case it had been decided that a cover story would look the most legitimate if there were two of them. Sheres and Mereel had drawn the short straws, as it were. 

The scarring on his face combined with a beard that came from his own follicles (that had been subjected to unnaturally quick growth especially for the mission rather than from being a clone) did wonders in how Sheres was viewed facial feature wise, to say nothing of hair and skin color. He looked quite a bit different from Mereel at first glance, and even a second glance. Sheres being more tanned (also unnaturally done) than Mereel helped too.

Both looked the part of arms dealers either way. It was a sting operation that had supposedly been the product of two months of surveillance and general intel gathering. Their identities weren’t entirely fabricated– they were stolen. The arms dealers Mereel and Sheres were posing as had been lovers, and did all of their dealings together. Thus, the charade of being together in a committed relationship outside of marriage. 

They were out at dinner, at a moderately fancy restaurant neither would have been allowed in if they weren’t on a mission. As they waited for their food they shared a bottle of wine and became progressively more affectionate. Only half of it was an act and thus all the more believable. 

Sheres held Mereel’s hand in the middle of the table, a bright smile on his face. It wasn’t forced in the least, it wasn’t acting, it was genuine. As was the smile on Mereel’s face. 

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Do you remember every incident that resulted in a scar? It was a simple enough question, an innocent enough one. But one that neglected to realize that he had no choice but to remember. Had no choice but to remember how it felt to feel the searing heat that had caused the shinier scars along his body. Had no choice but remember when he had tried so hard not to yell when it was decided it was better to go after his back instead of letting him watch what was happening to his front torso. Had no choice but to remember when he had protected Hyran the only way he knew how– “Try me instead.” 

The only time he didn’t remember, the only time he didn’t dream of it, was when he was in the cryo ward, a nice way of saying put on ice. 

Sometimes when he was back on Kamino, his body reminded him rather forcefully of the life he had led. The life he had never asked for. The life that had marred him before he had even hit double digits in chronological age. The life…

He would gladly offer the rest of his body up to anyone wanting to practice their edged blade skills if it meant he could save his brother. His little brother. His last remaining brother. 

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[After talking with Izzy @tapcaftogo on skype about Sheres and his larger scars on his torso and how Mereel would act about them ([3/22/2016 9:17:04 PM] MI-REEL-GO ; fucking alien: don’t think about how tender Mereel would be with Sheres, even though he’s had them for some time already by the time he’s that comfortable with Mereel) I had to write this. :3 fluff ahoy! w/ a tiny bit of angst because well I’m me and I never see a work finished unless i have at least a line of angst.]

There wasn’t a lot that Sheres was subconscious about but the scars on his torso ranked pretty high on the list. Every soldier had scars, physical or mental. But the scars he had on his lower torso in particular were a testament to being just a little too slow. And his protective big brother streak. Better me than them was always the thought process. 

So it was rare for Sheres to actually feel at ease without a shirt on and not taking a shower. Lying out on the bed in the safehouse that was their HQ for their current mission, Sheres’s hands were tucked behind his head while his shirt was nowhere to be found, instead he was sprawled out just in his skivvies. Mereel had returned sooner than he had expected but it had been far too late to try to get redressed. Instead, Mereel was stretched out next to him, silence covering the area like a blanket. 

Sheres watched in his peripheral vision as Mereel–propped up on one elbow– reached out, slowly, hesitantly, with his free hand towards the scars on the Alpha’s abdomen that connected into a point aimed towards his head. He wasn’t exactly treating Sheres as if he were fragile, but rather wanting to give him an out, time to say ‘cease and desist’. When he didn’t get a protest nor did Sheres move away, Mereel took it as mute permission. 

Fingers calloused from a rough life despite gloves being part of the kit traced around the scars. Scars that shouldn’t be there. Scars obtained through war crimes perpetrated against the owner of said scars. Scars that were sensitive to even the slightest of touches but not in a pain way. Scars that he knew, instinctively, that Sheres wasn’t fond of and not just because it had taken a while for Sheres to feel comfortable enough to have them visible to someone else. 

Sheres could sense the curiosity his vod had. Mereel clearly wanted to ask the origin of the scars, but didn’t think it was right of him to ask, it felt like a subject that had to be brought up by Sheres himself. Sheres wanted to, he really did. But he didn’t want to verbalize it, to anyone, even Mereel. And he told Mereel a lot. As much if not more than he told Hyran. 

Instead of offering up an explanation, Sheres simply allowed himself to focus on the barely there touch of Mereel’s hand on his bare skin. For now, both were content to not talk about it. For now, both were content to just enjoy the time they had before they went on separate missions again. And beyond that, it was soothing. He liked, nay needed, soothing. 

One day we’ll talk about it, Sheres thought. What day was way beyond him, but he would talk about it eventually. Just not at that moment. Mereel understood, he hoped. It had nothing to do with trust or anything of the sort; but rather having to relive the experience in order to tell the story. 

Sheres reached out, slipping his hand to the back of Mereel’s neck and up into his hair line. Fingers curled through locks the same color as his own then pulled Mereel in close. Foreheads touched, with Mereel’s palm flat against Sheres’s chest for leverage, elbow slightly bent for support though he made sure not to put all his weight on it. 

They sat like that for a while, the only sound was their near-synchronized breathing. Eventually Mereel pulled back so he could lie down, his hand still atop Sheres’s torso where the two scars met into a point. 

Sometimes you simply didn’t need words. Sometimes actions said far more than verbal words ever could.

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They say time heals all wounds

Sheres was nowhere near embarrassed or ashamed about the scar on his face. The scar he got from fighting a brother. The scar he got for defending his batcher. He didn’t think it ruined his face at all, rather it was proof he fought for what he believed in. He was a big brother for a reason. 

He was still on pain blockers when he reported back in for training. Jango had taken one look at Sheres’s face and the pieces seemed to fall into place in his mind. He didn’t do anything save for a slight nod towards the young sniper in training. 

Sheres never complained and never lagged behind even when his face started aching despite the medication churning in his system. It was just a dull ache, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He might be in far worse condition in an actual battle and still have to be on the move. 

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HUFFLEPUFF: “A true Friend is the best Possession.” –Benjamin Franklin (Poor Richard’s Almanack, 1744)

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i think i like the idea of Tavo being Alpha 4. it would tidy up my current 1-30 setup for the Alphas. With the bonus of the fact that 4 is considered unlucky in the Pacific Islands and mainland Eurasia. 

2: Spar 4: Tavo 6: Cyclo 7: Nas 8: Sheres 9: Hyran 17: Alpha 26: Maze 30: Sull

It’s either near Spar or closer to Maze and Sull tbh. But I already decided that T’ad would notice his empty bunk soonest because of how their bunks are set up. 

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A little stream of consciousness thing for my ever lovely, ever patient, ever helpful twin, @izzyovercoffee in hope it will lift their spirits (despite the writing in question being a bit angsty but I am pretty sure that is expected of me by now) a little like they do mine. :)

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Sheres wasn’t sure when he had last had a real shower, with recycled water much less proper fresh water. Kamino was covered in salt water but the Kaminoans had learned a long time ago how to desalinate water. And Triple Zero sometimes claimed their tap water was triple filtered (some made the joke about only seeing it filtered twice).

Sheres honestly didn’t care so long as he came out of the fresher cleaner than he had gone in.

He was heading towards the bed in a room that definitely put the temporary in temporary housing when he felt a familiar presence. Some might call it a connection to the Force, but ARCs lived by being one step ahead of the competition and knowing their surroundings and thus when something changed they could pick it up in an instant. If it had been anyone else he probably would have dove over the bed for his sidearm. As it was…

“Su'cuy, ner ka'rta.”

He could practically hear the elder clone smile. It was an old game, but one he didn’t tire of in the least.

“I was hoping you would keep the beard a bit longer this time,” Mereel said with a sigh, as if it was a big loss. Like everything else when it came to their ilk, the facial hair grew in quick to the point it was common to find hair growth blockers in their kit especially if they expected the mission to take a while. He knew he didn’t have to point it out but…

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HUFFLEPUFF: “Why wasn’t friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasn’t it even better? It was two people who remained together, day after day, bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified.” –Hanya Yanagihara (A Little Life)

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HUFFLEPUFF: “Don’t give up on him. He can be frustrating and pigheaded and a pain in the rear end. But don’t let him convince you he doesn’t need help. He’s been carrying a lot of weight for a lot of years, and he needs you. He needs you all.” –Ransom Riggs (Miss Annie: A Map of Days)

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HUFFLEPUFF: “Failure is a bruise not a tattoo.” –Jon Sinclair

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“You’re magic to me, you’re the jaw dropped to the floor, the astonishment.” . Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Helena, Montana) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtEYmLDByBl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1m9gjx6unc3t8