#79s clone bar

[lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run]

aay'han

bittersweet perfect moment of mourning and joy - remembering and celebrating

So for the next few days, I think it’s important we remember this word. We mourn, but we also continue to celebrate what we love.

Happy TBB finale week!!!

[arcsimper5]

I have this headcanon that, when asked for their CT number, having been caught doing something they shouldn't, most clones will default to 'CT-6969'.

Because apparently someone checked and that number was blacklisted, so it's kind of an urban legend with clones, and a way to get off the hook for any damages/costs/repercussions.

Until one day, a griselled old clone shows up at 79's looking like an absolute BAMF. I mean this guy makes Woolfe look like a tiny puppy.

Scorched, scratched and tagged armour, shaggy beard, scars all over his face, just one seriously badass looking clone.

And he starts (or more finishes before it started) a fight, and when the droid behind the bar asks for his CT number, cool as a cucumber and without flinching, he replies in a gravelly voice:

"CT-6969."

And the entire bar goes silent, just staring at him while he looks around, grinning.

So when he goes to leave, a shiny gets pushed in front of him by his batch and stammers out the question; 'Are you him?'

The Old clone just laughs, pats the shiny on the shoulder and winks as he passes him by, disappearing back into the night.

[arrothededushka]

[phantom-of-the-keurig]

some poor Twi’leks space Snapchat is full of shit like this after a night out at 79s

[literallyjustanerd]

...at least they're having fun? find out what they're jamming to bonuses:

[itzmoonstar]

Biting my phone rn

[skywalkerrtno]

New drawing!!

Shifted from digital to traditional for this one :)

I love acrylics😭

And I love this scene.

Feedback is appreciated!!

[freesia-writes]

The Hero We Never Knew We Needed: A Tribute to Bop

GIF thanks to @skybson

Word Count: 484

Minutes Spent Laughing While Writing: 19

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The Clone Wars were a grim time, a galaxy torn apart by opposing ideologies and forceful rulers who sought to unite everyone under their own structure. Clones were created by the millions, raised at twice the speed of a normal life and thrown onto the battlefield as soon as they were able. Battalions would go forth, brother after brother falling under the relentless forces of the Separatists. Replacements were shipped in daily, as though one man could just as easily replace another, as though their entire lives were for one singular, dismal purpose. The heavy weight of conflict crushed the freedom and enthusiasm of the previously free systems, and what little joy there was to be found was fleeting, often followed by despair, death, and defeat. Wave after wave, soul after soul -- some would argue that those who survived had a harder time, somehow spared from the sweet release of death and instead forced to repeat their worst nightmare every day.

And then there was Bop.

A brave and fearless soldier on the battlefield, Bop would mow down droid after droid, dual-wielding his blasters and charging forth alongside his brothers with a fierce battle cry no matter how grisly the odds were. He was unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. He fought hard.

And he played harder.

See, Bop knew how to live. His scarce time off was spent at 79s, where he could be found dancing the night away, a euphoric grin plastered across his face. His joy was infectious, and he didn’t care how many or few were on the dance floor -- he was there to start (and finish) the festivities. There were droids assigned to contribute to the jovial atmosphere, moving in their jerky rhythms to entice others to join, but they had nothing on Bop. He was CT-1999, because that was how he partied***.

He was such a battlefield hero that he was promoted to officer, assigned to a Venator-class Star Destroyer and placed over the ship's weapons systems. He traded in his plastoid armor for a slick uniform with gloves, a belt, and a gray cap, and proudly wore his rank insignia plaque on his chest. Insightful and quick on his feet, Bop was a legend. Droids feared him, fellow clones respected him, and creatures of all species yearned to be the one he would take home at night.

But Bop had only one mission. He did his job with precision and excellence, and when he was finally released to enjoy the temporary illusion of autonomy, he sought out his place of zen. His sanctuary. His place to both rejuvenate himself and restore hope and wonder to the galaxy through the delight of dance. The neon lights of 79s would illuminate every angle of his jive, painting the dance floor with his unbridled groovy enthusiasm.

Bop would die one day, whether by age or by artillery, as we all must fall. But today was not that day.

***(this line was a comment from @nika6q and was so good I had to add it)

@doublesunsets @rosechi @501st-rexster @meshlaxbunny @anxiouspineapple99 @softsunburstlove @starrylothcat @the-bad-batch-baroness @thecoffeelorian 😂😘

[curlygirlybitchachos]

Clone reader

*Cody and Rex in 79s*

Cody: I will never understand how you are still make your men function under Skywalker's care.

Rex: well, Fives and Hardcase are the problem children. They spend too much time with the General. But the shinies are easy to please.

Cody: what do you mean by that?

Rex: like, look at Y/n. He is like a raccoon. Give him food, let him sleep, let him explore the trash on Coruscant then he is the most efficient man in the galaxy.

Cody: wait, what trash..?

*Y/n slamming the door open, covered in trash, holding a feral tooka*

Y/n: Captain, Captain! Can I keep it?!

Rex: of course Y/n, go show it to the General.

Cody: your men are insane...

Rex, proudly: yes they are.

[pockafwye]

Commander Wolffe at 79's

[dystopicjumpsuit]

I love it when Star Wars is neon.

[lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run]

I wast the tech/CX-2 thing so bad. So bad. They could even kill him off again, I just want to see my baby boy again :(((. It would be heartbreaking and tragic and so painful for both the audience and the batch themselves but I need it. It’s the best option possible, aside from a spin-off

[incorrectclonewarsquotes]

Quinlan Vos: Wanna go have drinks?

Fox: Sure, but I pick the bar

Quinlan Vos: What’s wrong with the bars I pick?

Fox: We were at 79s at two in the morning watching two drug dealers knife-fight each other in the parking lot.

Quinlan Vos: I provided drinks and a show so happened to show up! What’s wrong with that?

Fox: Everything.

[eclec-tech]

Ever wonder about the name?

It's a clone bar. Its name is a number. So was there a clone named 79? Was it perhaps a clone unit since there's no apostrophe? The 79s?

Forget the mysteries of the universe. I need to know about this name!

[phantom-of-the-keurig]

POV: you step outside of 79s to get some air but accidentally startle the trooper in the alley trippin on space mushrooms and death stick dust and he takes off like a feral cat on crack

[phant0msworld]

Hello :)

This is my second short Story

English is not my first language

Minors do not interact

Infuriating

He hates to be nervous around you,and you exploit it for your own fun.

He acts like he hates how you flirt with him,and how you tease him,but he loves it secretly.

But you think it’s funny,always coming up with a new way to annoy him.

But then there’s this glimmer in your eyes when you see him getting annoyed,he’s see the way you glance at him from time to.

When he looks back with a raised brow and the toothpick in his mouth, he sees how quickly your head is turning and how the tip of your ears turn slightly red.

He won’t deny Thant he is attracted,to you quite the opposite.

His attraction started the first time you met.

He meet you on a mission they were one with the 501st, as the doctor of the battalion you were introduced to him and his brothers.

He found it quite endearing on how bubbly you were, and how everyone seems to like you.

Getting hurt on said mission was not on his plan,but he didn’t complain after getting in your care.

As he sat on your examining bead, and you were on your chair looking up at him with your big doe eyes to patch his face up,he couldn’t help his thoughts wandere.

First his attraction was only physical, but it soon started to turn into more than that after you were send on a few missions with them.Soon you were placed permanently with the squad.

At the start you were rather shy, but after some time you warmed up to them.

He could see that you always had a sly answer to his sarcastic remarks, wich only attracted him more to you.

He could feel himself falling for you,trying to ignore these feelings at first didn’t work, and when you protected him from an animal with all your power cause he was hurt. He was a goner for sure, he needed you not only your body but also your heart,your soul and your mind.

So now here were the two of you,both having feelings for one another but nobody ever saying it out loud, afraid of losing your friendship you build over weeks.

“How about we go to 79’s we’re on leave and I think having a little fun is no harm.”says Hunter and he sees how your eyes light up.

“That would be great,Hunter maybe some of the troopers from 501st are there.”

He rolls his eyes as he hears you mention your old teammates.

“What’s the problem Crossy, afraid some “rag” will steal e from you.”

The way you say this makes him, angry if he could he would shut you up right now right there.

“Why would I care who you kriff,non of my business, it’s not like you’re a virgin,but if you do it with a reg at least get a commander.”

He says this while looking at you from the side, he saw how your eyes widened, and how your ears turned a bit red as he mentioned kriffing.

You look away a bit ashamed, no it couldn’t be he thinks.

Surly you aren’t a virgin, you’re kriffing gorgeous.

He can feel himself getting turned on about the thought of being your first.

You say nothing after that for a long time and that is the only answer he needs on his question.

“Guys, you can go with out me, I will meet you there. But I will have to got to my apartment first,I hope this isn’t a problem.I can’t be in a bar looking like this.”

You say this while moving your hand to symbolize the dirt on you.

He know you don’t like showering on the ship, you only do it when necessary,and before you go in you inform everyone personally that you’re now taking a shower.

“Yeah no problem (reader) we will just meet there.” Says Hunter with a warm smile to you, does he also likes you he thinks to himself, while looking between the two of you.

Waiting for you was an agonizing,he still was one his first drink of the night and siting by the table he and his brothers were occupying.

Wrecker challenged some new regs to a drinking game, tech was on his datapad and Hunter sat beside him looking in to the crowd while sipping on his second drink.

As he looked at the door he could see you entering, you were wearing a short black dress wich only went to the mid of your thighs .

Your hair was down and curled, on sour feet were dark red heels, and on your ears were little silver hoops wich were complimented with the silver necklace and silver bracelet.

He was so lost in you that he didn’t register that you were coming in his direction, well not his precisely but rather the direction of his brothers and him.

But before you could reach them a clone approached you,the reg was directly in his sight of you.You looked behind the reg and pointed at them, he could read your pretty lips wich were telling the reg that you with you’re squad here.

Watching as your pretty legs finally made their way to him, he couldn’t help but wonder what might be lying underneath that dress of yours.

`Hi guys, sorry I’m a bit late.`you said while taking a strand of hair behind your ear wich fell in your face. This motion alone was able to making him want to kiss you.

`no worry’s (reader),got get yourself a drink, before wrecker decides he wants to out drink you too.`said hunter.

Watching as you make your way to the bar, he had perfect view of your backside,he certainly couldn’t complain about what he saw.Crossahir knew you had a good figure but that little dress you were wearing makes it more obvious.

His eyes were constantly on you, he could see a reg approaching you again, he taped you on your shoulder, when you turned around he saw how your face instantly turns into one of your beautiful smiles.

But what ticked Crosshair of, was how you pulled the reg into a hug, again you pointed at them and the reg turned around.

But it wasn’t just any reg, it was Rex.

He felt a bit better now but seeing how his arm was around your waist and how he held your dring for you, bothered him nonetheless.

Making your way over with Rex was something wich also catches attention of his brothers, he flicked his toothpick from one to the other side in his mother’s when you and Rex arrived.

`hey guys its been a while, how are you all doing.`Rex asks while sitting down with you at their table.

Everyone gives their answer, Rex and hunter fall into a bit of small talk.

Sitting beside you, crosshair notices that you dress has been rising up, a bit more and he could see what you were wearing beneath.

This thought alone made him choke a bit on his drink,with now the attention on him, you quickly reacted and were knocking on his back with you hand to help him.

Since he was hunched over, and you were bent over him a bit, he was able to have a little look down your neckline.

You were wearing black, that much he could see maybe a matching set, oh what he would give to see you underneath him in your underwear.

After his coughing had stoped and you were finished with your drink, Rex asked if you would like to dance a bit.

Of course you had to say yes.

It was infuriating to see you dance with another man, when he should be the one to do so.

`you know if it bothers you so much, why don’t you just take over.` says hunter while looking at him.

` I don’t know what you mean.`Crosshair answers with an annoyed look.

`oh don’t give me that look i know Thant you like her, infact we all know.

Oh and i know that she also likes you believe me.`

` Ok maybe i like her a bit, but she would never have something serious with a clone let alone something with a clone like me.` he said while looking longingly at your dancing form.

`I heard her,one night while she was you know what doing, she said you name just to let you know.`said hunter while looking at him with suggestive eyes.

When he heard that he could feel himself Harding, taking a deep breath he stood up and made his way over to you.

`from here on I will Handel her.`Crosshair said this while never breaking eye contact with you and ignoring Rex.

Without saying a word Rex made its way to the squad and watched from a far.

`Handel me huh, I don’t think you could.`he could see the glimmer in your eyes while looking in his eyes.

`No doll I don’t think you could handle me,` no leaning down to whisper in your ear he says,`I know your a virgin, i saw the way you reacted,and I also know that you said my name while touching yourself.`

He could feel yo tense up, now he was the one wearing a smirk,your big round eyes were looking at him with a mixture of schock and embarrassment.

You wanted to go, escape the humiliation, but he got hold of your arm.

He press you against him, so that you were captured in his arms.

`no need to run doll,I don’t mind quiet the opposite.I thought of you too, I must admit at first it was only because your pretty women. But after a while it turned into something more.I didn’t want to admit it a first but it was undeniably,i have feelings for you.And I don’t judge you if you don’t want to be with me, but you can’t deny that there is something between us.So please don’t go cause i need you, not only your body,but your heart and soul to, you already have mine.`

You turned around in his arm and looked at him with big eyes, it happened so quickly he didn’t register it at first.But you kissed him, it felt heavenly.

Soft lips met rough lips

I hope you liked this story, I would appreciate feedback and I’m also thinking about writing a second part if you are interested let me know.

You can read the second part here: Captured in your lips