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Okay I finally managed to find time for a proper sketch of Bite

@corrie-bite hope you don't mind Sajo peeking from the side! I don't have a reference for her yet, but can totally see the two running into each other from time to time, be it medbay or Coruscant slums.

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I think this is genuinely my funniest attack I've done so far, complete with on purpose mispellings and a description calling both of their problems equal ♥

Hehehe @ner-shereshoy

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I'm very excited to meet some new vod'e and get reacquainted with some old ones :)

BLOG REVIVAL

I'm getting back into Star Wars. So. Yeah.

Things to note: I am completely redoing the roster-- Mouse and 41 will remain, albeit both significantly altered, and there will be two new arrivals: an Alpha-class ARC who desperately wants her younger siblings to stop getting into situations, and Titan, a brainwashed mess of a trooper who honestly might be more cyborg than clone at this point.

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Dressed Down

[Some older Bite art I made a while ago and forgot to post :)]

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75 FOLLOWERS?!

[THANK YOU FOR 75 FOLLOWERS!!!! You guys are amazing, and I love making Bite content for y'all! Whether you've been here for a year or a week, thank you for just being here, you give me to motivation to keep creating new things and sharing my love for Star Wars, the clones and Bite himself! Enjoy the art (the af attacks and my own), and I'll be back soon <3]

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[Thank you again for the amazing drawing of Bite and Crane! Have a little writing thing prompted by your art <3]

It's the early hours of the morning when he gets the call on his comm from Minnie, the twi'lek bartender on shift at the clone bar, he gave his code to the staff at 79s within a week of his new posting after one too many brothers with alcohol poisoning were sent to the drunk tank instead of the medbay. Bite pulls himself from his bunk, where he was updating a vod's records in his downtime and kits up to face the world outside.

By the time he makes it through the entertainment district to the bar, he is longing for his stiff GAR issue blanket on his hard GAR issue bunk. The crowds are thick with rowdy citizens and drunk clones, so he has to shoulder his way through inside the bar to be able to spot Minnie waving him down.

"It's one of your boys this time, Bite. Got him to sit down when I told him you were coming, he is in one of the booths round back." She explains, having to raise her voice to be heard over the music.

Once the pair made it to the table Minnie left his vod-in-need at, Bite let out a sigh. Slumped on the cracked vinyl bench with a glass of water untouched on the table in front of him was a brother Bite definitely new well. Even missing the top half of his kit, Crane's feather tattoos on each cheek make him hard to mistake for anyone else.

At his approach his deeply intoxicated vod looks up with slow recognition in his eyes, which at the very least means Bite should be good to give him water and send him to bed instead of dragging Crane to the medbay for the night. Crane immediately tries to push himself to standing once he realises who is in front of him, leaving Bite to duck under his arm when he clips the table and almost careens to the ground.

"Bite! 's you! You sh' have a drink wi' me!" The eighty kilogram weight leaning into his side drawls, "actually, 'm tired -"

Whatever Crane was going to stay next is cut off with a yawn, cueing Bite to start steering his brother out of the bar. With a greatful nod to Minnie, the two corries stagger forth into the night. It isn't until they are outside that Crane pipes up again.

"We're no' gonna tell Forge... right...?" He murmurs, akk pup eyes in full force, pleading for mercy from his ori'vod even in his addled state.

"Oh, I'm telling Forge." Bite's exhaustion from being dragged from his bunk, leaving him ready to drop his di'kut'la brother on the ex-commander and get some sleep before his next shift. Crane doesn't need to know he'd have had to wake Forge anyway to let him know to keep an eye on Crane for the night.

"Noooooooooooo...!"

Drunk Tank

My 3rd attack against the one and only @corrie-bite :)))

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[Thank you! Don't apologise he looks amazing <3]

If you are still looking for clones to draw :)

This is Bite, ex-spec ops, and current Coruscant Guard medic

OMG HE'S SO COOL????!?!! LIKE

I'm really sorry, I'm currently out of town and after seeing the design I was too excited to wait till I get to my proper supplies tomorrow

So here's a lil sketch on what I had

I really wanna do a proper piece later though, color and all

So yep, really sorry it's a bit rushed, just couldn't wait

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IT IS BITE <3

I received my first attack of ArtFight 2025! Thank you to the wonderful @reality-itself-but-magic for the brilliant art of my boy Bite! <3

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"You should try it when everyone has the same paint," he says, a light chuckle in his voice, "since my transfer I have been desperately trying to remember names but I can't exactly match them to armour most of the time anymore. Helping my improve my body language skills, though."

Bite is enjoying talking with this energetic sister from the 501st, it has been a while since he has felt quite so relaxed walking through Coruscant and the lighthearted conversation is a breath of fresh air on this polluted planet.

"Oh Ka'ra, a challenge?! If that really is what's in that letter, I'm going to need to talk to my CMO." As exasperated as he is over the amount of paperwork he's probably going to have to help with if this spar takes place, Bite is undeniably intrigued. A fight between the Captain of The 501st and their own Commander Fox, one of the most decorated clones to ever make it off Kamino? It will be a showdown spoken about across the GAR.

"If you can, tell the info about the zones to as many vod'e as you can. I will see if I can find a copy of the briefing I received and send it on to you." It is concerning that the intel never made it to the 501st troops, especially as there is a high chance it didn't reach other battalions too, he'll have to bring it up to one of the commanders at some point...

yo vod any idea where I am? Got a bit lost, I’m on my way to the commanders office

— @lieutenant-base

(I can’t send anon asks for some reason aksjsjsjdh)

"Whick one?" Bite asks, a friendly tease in his voice. He taps on his com a couple times to mark himself as busy on the medics system, then looks back up at the long haired trooper in front.

"All our command offices are in the same place, so it doesn't matter all that much, but if it is Fox you are after, good luck, and Stone is in the prison until this evening." He beckons her to follow him has he starts walking.

"I'm not quite sure how you found yourself 15 levels below the safe line, but you are lucky you found someone. It's rough down here," he says, "name's Bite, he/they. I'll get you up to Guard HQ, and then whatever vod they have on the front desk can help you find whoever you're after."

The 501st blue of the vod's pain kicks up a mix of nostalgia and something less pleasant. Bite obviously sees vod'e from all different battalions on Triple 0, but after serving along side the 501st, 41st and 212th on Geonosis the colour will always be one that hold a little more weight in his mind.

After a bit of walking and a very bumpy lift ride they reach the right level for the Guard HQ.

"Right vod, I know this planet is a maze, but next time you get lost, please don't go down." Bite sounds strained as he asks but still has a friendly smile on his face.

"I'll hand you off to my very capable brother inside, and I hope you find what you are looking for vod!" He starts, walking backwards the way you came, then turning his back, "Good luck!"

[Not sure why you can't send anon, my settings allow it XD]

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[Hey guys! With artfight starting tomorrow, I'm going to be taking a short hiatus from the account as all my free time for the next month will be spent on drawing other peoples clone oc's!!! I will try and post every now and again, but in the meantime, come join me on my main blog, @ner-shereshoy , where I post all my art and other random starwars things. I will absolutely be back properly in August once AF is finished with (and will be more active than I've been the last month, sorry about that). Thank you for all the joy you give me with your love of Bite, he will be back soon!]

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also Gala is deathly afraid of thunderstorms that’s why he dreads going to Camino during rainy days. He always hides under stuff when a thunderstorm happens.

"Hey vod'ika, do you think you could come out for me?" The storm started up part way through Bite's shift right on schedule, so he wasn't able to warn Gala before it started, and now he has to try and coax the terrified cryptid out from under his bunk.

"I know they are loud and scary, but if you come out for me I have some headphones and one of the nice blankets for you?" Bite placates, voice soft as he sits against the wall next to the bunk, "I can even get your favourite book from your box for you if you want."

Bite started keeping a box for Gala's trinkets and limited belongings in the medbay office after his visits became a more regular thing, and random oil-stained items were found left in the clone's wake.

"You will be ok vod'ika, you are safe here, and I'm not leaving for anything less than an emergency until the storm is over."

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Is Bite part of Artfight this year? If so, what team do you hope to be a part of?

[Bite is on ArtFight! You can find him here! Please come say hi and if you are participating give my your user for absolutely no reason at all what are you talking about... and I am already on Team Fossils! Got a little more prep to get done before the 1st but very excited :) if you want to see my wips, get random updates on stuff to do with Bite or just chill I put all that on my main blog @ner-shereshoy <3]

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Hi, Bite! I hope you don’t mind, but you’ve been appearing in a private fic I’ve been writing with a friend. We needed a medic and couldn’t think of anyone better. I’m also hoping to draw you soon!

Oh wow, I'm flattered. I hope whatever you need my medic skills for works out! I'd love to read it if you eventually post it anywhere. And damn, red must be my colour, I've been getting more attention than I expected since being asked to run this account...

[That is really cool! I love that you like him enough to include him in your work <3 If you ever post it, let me know, and I'll give it a read. And if you draw him? <3333333]

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"Commander Fox then. It is open knowledge he is batchmates with Cody and anyone can see Rex is Cody's vod'ika." Bite continues, "I will comm ahead and see where the Martial Commander is right now..."

Hopefully, the CMO has managed to keep him in his office today. The tibial fracture he picked up the day before is not quite set yet. It can be hard to get any of the command staff to sit still for a rotation, but the martial commander is the worst of them.

"Well, we will just have to make sure that message is delivered. Can't let confidential information fail to be delivered now, can we." He smiles at her conspiratorially. It is nice to know what some of the GAR are still trying to keep in contact with their Corrie vod'e. Things have seemed... tense on that front for a while.

"I'm alright, used to be a frontie too, had some rough battles alongside your vod'e, your paint just pulled me back for a minute." Base's concern soothing the tension that had been building in his chest.

"And I swore the Guard sent out information about the safe zones on Coruscant months ago..." he says mostly to himself, "it is because down means danger on this damn planet, the law is loose there when there are only natborns involved. When it is clones? There is no one who will help other than us Corries and we are no safer than you. It is for your own good you don't give into those explorative urges and keep topside."

Bite has lost too many to the depths of this city-planet, he refuses to let that number rise any higher.

yo vod any idea where I am? Got a bit lost, I’m on my way to the commanders office

— @lieutenant-base

(I can’t send anon asks for some reason aksjsjsjdh)

"Whick one?" Bite asks, a friendly tease in his voice. He taps on his com a couple times to mark himself as busy on the medics system, then looks back up at the long haired trooper in front.

"All our command offices are in the same place, so it doesn't matter all that much, but if it is Fox you are after, good luck, and Stone is in the prison until this evening." He beckons her to follow him has he starts walking.

"I'm not quite sure how you found yourself 15 levels below the safe line, but you are lucky you found someone. It's rough down here," he says, "name's Bite, he/they. I'll get you up to Guard HQ, and then whatever vod they have on the front desk can help you find whoever you're after."

The 501st blue of the vod's pain kicks up a mix of nostalgia and something less pleasant. Bite obviously sees vod'e from all different battalions on Triple 0, but after serving along side the 501st, 41st and 212th on Geonosis the colour will always be one that hold a little more weight in his mind.

After a bit of walking and a very bumpy lift ride they reach the right level for the Guard HQ.

"Right vod, I know this planet is a maze, but next time you get lost, please don't go down." Bite sounds strained as he asks but still has a friendly smile on his face.

"I'll hand you off to my very capable brother inside, and I hope you find what you are looking for vod!" He starts, walking backwards the way you came, then turning his back, "Good luck!"

[Not sure why you can't send anon, my settings allow it XD]

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yo vod any idea where I am? Got a bit lost, I’m on my way to the commanders office

— @lieutenant-base

(I can’t send anon asks for some reason aksjsjsjdh)

"Whick one?" Bite asks, a friendly tease in his voice. He taps on his com a couple times to mark himself as busy on the medics system, then looks back up at the long haired trooper in front.

"All our command offices are in the same place, so it doesn't matter all that much, but if it is Fox you are after, good luck, and Stone is in the prison until this evening." He beckons her to follow him has he starts walking.

"I'm not quite sure how you found yourself 15 levels below the safe line, but you are lucky you found someone. It's rough down here," he says, "name's Bite, he/they. I'll get you up to Guard HQ, and then whatever vod they have on the front desk can help you find whoever you're after."

The 501st blue of the vod's pain kicks up a mix of nostalgia and something less pleasant. Bite obviously sees vod'e from all different battalions on Triple 0, but after serving along side the 501st, 41st and 212th on Geonosis the colour will always be one that hold a little more weight in his mind.

After a bit of walking and a very bumpy lift ride they reach the right level for the Guard HQ.

"Right vod, I know this planet is a maze, but next time you get lost, please don't go down." Bite sounds strained as he asks but still has a friendly smile on his face.

"I'll hand you off to my very capable brother inside, and I hope you find what you are looking for vod!" He starts, walking backwards the way you came, then turning his back, "Good luck!"

[Not sure why you can't send anon, my settings allow it XD]

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Su'cuy @corrie-bite ,

I may have added your buy'ce to my helmet collection in my sketchbook. Thank you for the general allowance!

Prev.

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and now bite has a inseparable adopted sibling/pet gala who literally hurt anyone who tries to mess with him or his friends, and he eats mechanical stuff, but only broken down stuff and whatever you do do not give him petroleum that’s like an energy drink to him

"It is sweet you are trying to look out for me Gala, but if you are my new vod'ika then that makes me your ori'vod, and it is an ori'vods job to look after their younger sibling," Bite states, trying to sooth the creature buzzing over the purpling bruises from a rough encounter with a senate guard.

"One of the others got some scraps for you from engineering, bits so small they can't use anymore. If you promise to never try to go near the senate again, you can have them," he placates, "and before you try to wriggle out of it, I saw you lurking by the service bay when I left."

Gala is a good brother and an endearing addition to Bite's routine on Coruscant, but his conspicuous nature can leave him concerned that the kid might one day try to help him and get himself killed, for good this time.

"Thank you for caring, vod'ika, vor entye."

[considered giving gala an 'ika nickname before remembering that gal is alcohol in mando'a and just to make it better gai'ka is cup lol]