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dr-maitland · 15 days ago

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- RUNI -

Race Name: Runi Race Nickname(s): N/A Homeworld: Laile

Information One of the primary civilizations in SATIZ-IRATH, the inhabitants of Laile are the descendents of one of the first human expeditions to leave Earth 600 years ago using shuttles that traveled via supercavitation.

The first Runi generation-ships were propelled via supercavitation. Supercavitation utilizes a cavitation bubble to reduce the friction drag on an object to enable high speeds. The shape of the object's nose initiates this bubble. The bubble extends past the aft (back) end of the object, which prevents contact from air or water along its sides. Other advances in Runi spaceflight include hybrid marine and aerospace crafts utilizing electromagnetic fields which create quantum vacuums. This allowed the early prototypes to ignore aerodynamic and hydrodynamic forces, including the craft's inertial mass. Shuttles that do not have soliton cores and are unintended for stellar travel still essentially operate under these basic principles.

Today they are called the RUNI and differ minutely from humans in their appearance, biology and coloring.

Planet

Government: The Confederacy of Laile Environment: H-class (less than 20% surface water - similar to Vulcan or Rigel V) Population: 90 million Capital: Dhavri, Irune Continents: Irune, Mayliz

The Laile Resistance (LR)

Established: 10010 CGE Group: RUNI Leaders: RATAN POLIS, Kaejih Maedaz (POW), Sanew Hishij (DEC). Headquarters: Meili, Irune Size: 13,200 (10220 CGE) Allies: Regional militia groups Opponents: Iro Provisional Militia, Iro Corporate Congress, Laile Armed Forces, the Armed Forces of SATIZ-IRATH, Protocol for the Cessation of Armed Conflict in Satiz-Irath (CACSI)

THE SATIZ-IRATH STAR SYSTEM IS IN THE MILKY WAY GALAXY, 5.025 PARSECS (16 LIGHT-YEARS) FROM EARTH. A PARSEC IS APPROXIMATELY 3 LIGHT YEARS, SO 5 X 3 = 15. HOWEVER, CORRECT INTERSTELLAR NOTATION IS KNOWN BY THE ACRONYM CISR - COMMON INTERSTELLAR REDSHIFT - FOR THE DISTANCE OF AN OBJECT. CISR IS INTELLIGIBLE BY A WIDE VARIETY OF ALIEN NUMERIC SYSTEMS AND DOES NOT RELY ON VARIABLES RELATIVE TO SPECIFIC STAR SYSTEMS (SUCH AS THE SUN).

A non-Federation race (and with little interest in joining the Federation), they made their home in the habitable star-system of SATIZ-IRATH. Their culture has diverged significantly from humanity, as has their genetic structure - more closely resembling Orions than humans. Their world, LAILE, is M3 (Mass Differential 3). which has resulted in adaptations to their musculoskeletal system to withstand the high-atmo. LAILE is M3. This means the field of gravity on Laile is 3x stronger than Earth's. The first expedition to land there required technological adaptation to survive, but over the past 600 years they have begun to evolve a much denser skeletal system (through intentional genetic engineering as well as intermixing with the local Animan Orion [M4] population) and more robust cardiac efficiency.

Technology exists to allow those from M1 and G-class (such as Earth) planets to visit those who diverge significantly more easily, in the form of temperature regulator chips embedded under the skin and gravity equalizer bracelets.

These all operate under the principle of inertia negation, which reduces the wearer's mass to their-normal whilst on the surface of a highly pressurized atmosphere. Planets like Ajilasi Prime (M4) would kill a person who was not wearing a bracelet in short order, as they would very quickly develop the symptoms of crush syndrome. Some people undergo neuromuscular augmentation therapy if they plan on living and working permanently on a disparate MD-world. A mass differential is measured by the variances in newtons per kilogram (N/kg) of a planet's gravity field which is solved by weight divided by mass (mass is solved by volume x density.) Earth's gravity field is 10 N/kg, IRO's gravity field is 20 N/kg, LAILE is 30 N/kg et cetera (these are rounded numbers).

Another factor of their deviations from us is the proliferation of the tropane alkaloid anticholinergic drug hishuri that pervades the environment of Laile. The shur, as it is known, causes brilliant blue eyes in long-term users alongside the potential to develop neurological conditions such as Riel's Syndrome - named for Tala Riel, the McKinley specialist who discovered it.

Also known as Medullary Dysregulation Syndrome or MDS. This causes profound changes to the Runi's vision and breathing, categorized by 3 symptom clusters: agonal breathing, bilateral heterochromic iridocyclitis and stromal apathy, and sleep disturbances. Many also report seizures and cluster headaches. Those who become dependent on hishuri often require Synapse implants to function - these regulate baser functions of breathing and sleeping. The use of hishuri came at a time when the planet was under brutal siege, and every single man, woman and child was required to fight.

For a time their identities were rooted in war and struggle, which eventually took a turn for the worse - one Runi, RATAN POLIS, was unsatisfied when Laile unified and believed it was a sign of weakness. Recruiting from pools of the poor and destitute, orphans and abandoned-ones, he founded the Laile Resistance (LR).

(RATAN POLIS) RATAN POLIS was arrested in 2383 during a visit to Kolar – the Orions handed him over for a significant sum - and during the Interstellar Criminal Court's landmark Federation v. Polis case, he was sentenced to Aoraki Penal Commune in New Zealand, a Special Forensic Unit for violent offenders of his caliber.

(KARIJIN "JIRAN" KELA) Culture Much of Laile is locked in struggle, a desert world with poor surface resources but rich oil deposits, the Iro Corporate Congress (comprised of the Aven people) have waged war against the primary inhabitants for many years.

This has created something of a warrior ethos for the older stratos of Runi, but most young Runi are disillusioned by and therefore abrasive about these things. Within the last half of the 2380s-early 90s, a subculture of Runi has emerged focused on political activism, pacifism, mutual aid and protesting, originating within Kada musical spheres.

Technology The Runi are warp capable. They use soliton drives (described below). They have a lower level of orbital technology, primarily hoppers that require maintenance over time as they're broken-down and second-hand. They use Active Denial Rifles as their primary form of weapon, some units in the Laile Resistance use ion spears. The primary currency on Laile is the cuprate diamond strip, which is a rare material used to create superconductors and reinforce soliton drives.

"Look, Tarish says it's coffee. Well, coffee-ish. With enough caffeine to kickstart a cemetery. I am 100% behind this beverage," he's saying. "OK, so an FTL drive - it's not traditional faster-than-light, either, which was my huge gripe with this, for the record. It uses these things called solitons, which are a wave that maintain shape and energy while moving at constant velocity - it's the shit Lentz posited, that hyper-fast soliton solutions exist within general relativity, and these solitons are maintained integrally by cuprate diamond crystallization - literal superluminal motion enabling objects within the 'wave' to be shielded from tidal forces." ADR stands for Active Denial Rifle (or ADP, for the smaller hand-pistol variant), and it is a ubiquitous directed energy weapon that uses microwaves to burn a subject's skin via the princple of dialectric heating. Most state and non-state parties (law enforcement, military or otherwise) in Satiz-Irath use variations of this weapon, as it provides unparalleled control. This weapon can either be lethal (causing heating past the point of human tolerance) or non-lethal (causing first or second-degree burns) depending on the power of the beam and the length of time it is fired.

species by @gnosticpriesthood !

#star trek #runi #original species #oc rp #roleplay #original character #bio

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fallershipping · 2 years ago

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Can we have more headcannons on the twins? Down the rabbit hole on your art, it’s all so good ;w;)

Well I'd say it's less headcanon and more canon since they're my OCs hehe :y

But sure!

Quick refresher: Anabel and Looker's kids, Daphne and Rune

Daphne

Goes by She/They, nicknames are Daffy and Daffodil.

The energetic, bouncing baby of the two. She even came out into the brand new world kicking and screaming.

Was, and is, a pretty independent child and always exploring her surroundings, and usually always finds a way to entertain herself.

They end up having a keen interest in Paleontology and Archaeology, wanting to uncover the real past concerning Pokemon evolution and domestication.

As a trainer, they don't really raise many Pokemon beyond Rockruff/Lycanroc (Midday). They mostly focused on school and non-trainer based leisure in their teen years. They do take care of some Fossil Pokemon later in life tho.

Rune

Goes by He/They, nickname is Runi.

The quieter, sleepier baby of the two. He often made Looker worry with how quiet he was.

He took a bit to find his own confidence, usually staying close to his mom and dad. Doesn't mind alone time.

They end up exploring the future of Pokemon and Trainer connections and the possibility of a greater understanding between the two by learning how Pokemon 'talk' and behaviors.

They take to the trainer lifestyle in their teen years, raising a handful of Pokemon for battling. Ultimately gets more focused on researching bonds and communication more than battles.

Misc. stuff

It was a pretty big shock to both parents when they learned that they were going to have fraternal twins. That was enough of a decider to not have anymore babies afterwards.

The twins' hair is more fluffy and silky like Anabel's, while their facial features take more on Looker's genetics.

The two kids were very loved, but overprotected. They often felt smothered especially in their preteen/teen years, when their parents were hesitant to let them go explore on their own. It was the cause of a lot of disagreements between parents and children.

Daphne and Rune also only learn in their teen years that Anabel and Looker were once Interpol agents. And eventually, a vague retelling of their histories as Fallers. This leads to a compromise for the teens' independence and the parents' wishes for them to be safe.

Both kids went to a school in Kalos at age 11, complete with its own uniform. This allowed them to go on their own trips while also exploring their future interests.

#pkmn fankids

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themculibrary · 2 years ago

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Fics With Titles That Start With X Masterlist

Xanthous (ao3) - spindleofwords riley/sam M, 738

Summary: Riley falls right out of the sky, and it's like someone put Sam up there to watch it happen. He can't just leave him there.

xeno (ao3) - Zekkass steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Steve's an alpha in an otherwise normal world and thinks his ruts are just one more way his body is betraying him, that his knot is a genetic defect, and that he's not just sick, he's sick and weird.

After all, how else is he supposed to explain why he's in Bucky's bed trying to rut against his leg?

Xenophilia (ao3) - Captain_Panda steve/tony T, 28k

Summary: In at least one universe, Steve and Tony are both members of Starfleet.

And they're about to be stranded on an alien planet, the Class M world known only for its name: "Nibiru."

Let the starstruck pining begin!

Xenophilia (ao3) - KandiSheek steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: Tony speaks seven languages. Steve is more than a little surprised by how much that turns him on.

Xenophobia (ao3) - semaphore27 loki/tony M, 75k

Summary: Xenophobia: the unreasoned fear of that which is perceived to be foreign or strange.

A year before, despite all their differences, Tony and Loki would have told anyone who asked that their love was rock-solid, made to last. Now, though, as they slide into the season of holidays everything seems to be unraveling faster than they can fix it again. Did they merely rush in where angels feared to tread, or are sinister forces attempting to destroy their family by using their own pasts and weaknesses against them?

X marks the spot (ao3) - rueckenfigur steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: When Steve brings home a skin-friendly, edible body marker, it leads to all sorts of things. Nice, sexy, things.

X Marks the Spot Through My Heart (ao3) - MarsHunter06 steve/natasha T, 1k

Summary: Don’t stay for me. You’ve got to leave. Do what you need, but don’t stay for me. My ship is sinking, so don’t go overboard trying to save me. Though I want you to stay, but don’t stay for me… Mama, approach, appear. Dad I know you’re tired of being alone. If you love me, don’t let go. No one comes out unscathed in the endgame, some of us just lose more than we bargained for.

XO (ao3) - aslightstep steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: In the darkest night hour I search through the crowd/Your face is all that I see/I’ll give you everything

They met again in the same place they always have: the midst of impending doom.

XOXO (ao3) - Arukou steve/tony, background natasha/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Nat signs Steve up for a Grindr-esque website in an effort to find him love. Too bad he's not so thrilled about it.

xoxo (ao3) - bgoodg steve/tony M, 433

Summary: Steve learns that electronic communication can be very effective.

X-Ray (ao3) - HellsLittleLiar steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Tony breaks his leg and freaks out. He could never be good enough for Steve.

XXL (ao3) - Runie (Runic) loki/steve M, 2k

Summary: Loki gets suspicious when Sam insists she and Steve have a night alone together.

#mcu #marvel #masterlists #ficsx #ficsx masterlist #themculibrary

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triscribeaucollection · 3 years ago

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We Can Be Miracles

aka the “Soulmarks are exchanged upon first touch with someone who is or will become very important to you” Star Wars AU I’ve got simmering

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It took a while for Jango to realize the greater implications.

When he first picked up Boba out of the infant’s drained growth tank, his hands were gloved. He dried the boy off with a couple of soft towels, wiping away lingering fluid, listened with pride when little lungs got their first deep breath and wailed. Yeah, it grated on human ears a bit, but that noise? That noise was strong and healthy.

Jango got his son situated on a molded tray, to swaddle him up properly before the walk back to his- to their, quarters. But first- first he did the same as Jaster once did for him, the same as any Mandalorian parent did for a child in their care, be it by birth or adoption.

(He’d left so much of being a Mandalorian behind, after Galidraan. What little remained deserved to be done right.)

One glove came off. The other remained on, to gently catch Boba’s pudgy little wrist, holding it in place so Jango’s bare thumb could come down and press against the back of his son’s hand. And when he lifted it away-

When it came away...

They shared flesh and blood. Identical down to the DNA. All the other clones would undergo modifications, besides Boba and another baseline model one of the scientists asked permission to create. Genetically the same, and yet- on the back of Boba’s hand, a shimmering blue oval remained behind, shot through with hard silver lines. Jango’s soulmark. And he, too, gained a vivid runi’aliik: nearly an identical pattern, though with dark green, and the lines more grey than silver.

“We’ll get some paint in the same shade,” Jango promised his son, as he carried the drowsing infant through the sterile white halls of Tipoca City. “For your armor. Going to be a while, until then, but that just gives me more time to find the perfect mixture.”

Elsewhere in the cloning levels, more infants were being decanted, too far away for him to hear their own first deep breaths and wails of life.

And Jango didn’t realize. Not for three whole years.

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“Bu-bu!”

Automatically smiling, Jango set his helmet aside and knelt, barely far enough past the threshold for the door to slide shut behind him. Boba immediately crashed into his outstretched arms, giggling when Jango scooped him up and blew a muja-kiss against the side of his face. “What are you doing here, you little rascal? Ducking lessons?”

“Noooo,” Boba protested, voice still filled with laughter. “Had’ta show One-one!”

“What?”

A slight scuff yanked Jango’s attention to one side, towards the bedroom doors. He kicked himself for not noticing the intruder sooner, but- well. It wasn’t as if the clone, barely any larger than Boba, could possibly be a threat. For that matter, it shrank away when Jango rose to his full height, eyes wide with alarm and clearly aware of being in a forbidden area.

“Boba,” Jango said darkly. “What is this?”

“One-one,” his son answered, as unconcerned as if he’d just brought a tooka kitten into their home. “Gotta show him, Bu-bu! The runi!”

That drew Jango up short.

Evidently aware that its well-being hung in the balance, the clone stuck out an arm for display. The tunic sleeve rode up past the wrist, just enough for Jango to see the clear shape of a little hand, filled in with the same green and grey colors as his own soulmark. Then Boba lifted up his hand, and the whole thing, from palm to fingertip, had been covered over by layers of vibrant red and purple, rippled like pond water when one skipped a pebble across the surface.

Jango couldn’t say how, exactly, he ended up on his knees. He found he couldn’t say much of anything, to be honest. No outstanding emotions presented themselves either, nothing to conveniently focus on - just a low, thrumming roar in his ears, and a far distant voice: what have you done, son?

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It had just been business. Creating soldiers, creating droids, in effect. Capable of thought and higher learning, with the ability to adapt as needed, not hindered by the need of a control ship hovering in orbit.

They weren’t supposed to have souls.

#star wars #soulmarks #runi'aliik translates to soul-sigil which is Close Enough #jango fett #boba fett #commander ponds #star wars au #fan fiction #wip

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scarletlegionnaire · 5 years ago

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The Beta’s get a name!

Thanks to the ever incredible @tvlovesfandom for once again coming up with a great combination of Mando’a to classify our Beta kin!

We now have Sola’run

tvlovesfandom derived the word from Sola meaning “Single” and Runi meaning “Soul”

The Sola’rune (betas) of the In Honor universe are as follows (subject to updates):

On par with their Ad’din (alpha) and Got’din (omega) kin for their ability to scent family and friends through their scent glands, heightened sense of smell to interpret other smells and behavioral instincts the Sola’run is a complicated middleman in the ABO classification.

At the time of conception, fetuses that are born as Sola’run lack the hormones in certain amounts at certain times of gestation that would have normally assigned them as Alpha or Omega. This lack of “genetic” classification during their development leads to equal distribution of the “Alpha” and “Omega” hormones.

Unable to have heats or ruts the Sola’run can however be sexually influenced by their partner(s) heat or rut. Typically they can avoid being influenced so long as they are not exposed to an individual undergoing their heat or rut for extended periods of time. ( In this verse, they are not here to solely put up with everyone else’s biological BS. ) If however exposure is unavoidable or intentional or consenting, a Sola’run can be triggered to have a heightened sexual state. This does not last long but is significantly longer than that of the stamina of an average human. If their partner is prone to short heat or rut periods than they may be able to endure the sexual escapade :)

*heats and ruts, much like a woman’s menstrual cycle varies from one individual to another and factors such as age and overall health do play a part in this.

**On average an Alpha ruts anywhere from 3 days to as much as 2 weeks, two weeks however is on the extreme end and is something akin to that of an “irregular cycle” and such Alpha’s are typically overly-aggressive.

***Omega’s on average have a heat every three months for a length of time of 3 days to one week, and like Alpha’s can be prone to “irregular cycles” but they can extend, shorten or even altogether stop their ability to have a heat and their fertility can be effected as a result

Sola’run are capable of both typical Alpha and Omega traits/behaviors. Sola’run can be prone to Alpha-typical behaviours such as; Aggression, Guarding (over mates, pack, territory, objects, their or their pack’s children), scenting (marking) behaviour related to aggression and guarding, “posturing” or “peacock” behaviour, etc. Their Omega-typical behaviours can include nesting (building, joining, general cuddling), nurturing roles like teaching/babysitting/healthcare etc children that are their own or that of their pack, Omega guarding behaviours (defensiveness of children, mates, the nest/den) and Omega aggression behaviours (attacking when the nest/den is under attack etc)

While all three classifications can and do exhibit behaviour similar to the other classes; forming or joining packs, pack dynamic behaviour, procreation, defense of that pack and its children etc. the Sola’run are still a class all their own.

Unlike the Ad’din and Got’din they do not form notions around their instincts as if they were a separate entity or sentient form of their instincts. This is not to say that the Alphas and Omegas of In Honor have some kind of sentient “feelings” inside their heads but for them, it is easier to make decisions outside the instincts they feel if they can separate and compartmentalize those instincts. For Sola’run they are more like an average human, they can “hear” their own thoughts in their head and not think one thing more of it. They don’t distinguish their instincts because they’re not as strong for them except in extreme cases.

Example: Think of a ball made of metal flying at fast speeds towards your head, you’re gonna duck. You’re not gonna think about ducking because your senses and instincts already have made the decision in your mind to move your body before you do. It’s the same for Sola’run, they just do with minimal thought. It’s just that instead of being smashed with a metal ball it’s their ABO instincts. Alpha’s and Omega’s have to do a little more thinking to avoid their instincts turning a situation into a shit show, especially if there was never a threat to begin with. There’s a lot of checks and balances that have to be weighed and fast.

Sola’run also do not form bonds in the same way as Ad’din or Got’din. A Sola’run can form a bond but it is typical on the emotional level, they have mating glands same as Ad’din and Got’din but the biting of this only ever seems to create a temporary bond. The scars from these bites heal frequently within a week and many partners (most notably Alpha’s) often feel the need to mark their Sola’run partner or pack mates frequently as a result. Got’din partners on the other hand feel an increased need to be marked by their partner from a lack of a bond being able “to take.” Sola’run don’t feel any particular need for either themselves, not to be marked or mark any one in turn. This does not mean they lack the drive or want to be more close to their loved one’s. Quite the opposite usually. Their bonds however are emotional, they do grow attached to their chosen mate or pack and are fiercely loyal. They often are willing to do/go/be anything their pack needs/wants.

In terms of fertility and birth rates, depending on a Sola’rune background as either full human or hybrid will determine their ability to procreate. In some of these instances they may only ever be able to have children with regular humans and/or other Sola’run. These individuals may not be capable of having or bearing children with an Omega or Alpha. Hybrid’s on the other hand have an increased ability to either bear an Alpha’s children or impregnate an Omega. This however is still a low chance and also is dependent on their mate’s background as well.

*All three classifications CAN give birth to all three classes at a fairly even rate. Think of it as similar to the 50/50 rate for human children born on a physically biological level of male or female. So an Alpha and Omega couple could give birth to exclusively Beta children or all three classes or All Alphas or All Omegas.

Sola’run also follow the same rule of gender/identity as the Alphas and Omegas. Though predominantly Sola’run often self-identify typically as they/them, though there are those who follow the pronouns for she/her or he/him.

Take your cue from the Sola’run themself on an individual basis. <3

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wtfamidoing-fam · 5 years ago

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Codywan Fic ( 3/6)

Hey guys sorry its been so long I’ve been applying to jobs so I have not had as much free time! heres an Update!

As always I’m pretty sure this is a raging trashfire, warning for Drinking.

Let me know what you think!

Codywan fic Maybe (?) 3/6

He should have known that the debreifing would not be the end of it. But eventually like so many things in the war it became normal. The sky was blue, Skywalker flew off the handle periodically, 212th was on clean up duty, the supplies would be late and Cody had a big soppy crush on General Kenobi.

Cody had secretly hoped in vain that the knowledge would become a easily ignored factlet that the Vode would ignore with time. Instead of a interesting but ultimately useless piece of gossip that Cody hoped it would become his bothers took it as actionable intel.

If Cody had to deal with one more, mysteriously malfunctioning door, mistaken accommodation arrangements, last minute schedule change that Kenobi and him mysteriously did not get he was going to snap.

At least The Negotiator had never been cleaner.

There did appear that there was at least one saving grace. His Vode did not seem to spread the knowledge beyond the 212th. Cody was quietly grateful, the smug teasing of his brothers in 212th and there antics were enough to deal with, Cody was not yet ready to face the rest of his brothers, let alone Rex or Wolffe.

Still Cody obsessively check the coms, if they found out he would hear all about it. He was not sure he could take the collective embarrassment of the teasing of all of his brothers, let alone ones he could not make scrub floors at inhospitable hours.

It was kind of a shame really, Wolffe always came up with the most satisfying revenge punishments. But Wolffe would ask why, and Cody was not ready to open that can of worms. Which was why he was studiously going to ignore it for the night.

The 212th as well as 104th were in hard earned leave on Coursant for 5 days, while both of there generals dealt with council matters. Which Cody was sure was Jedi code for stress and consume more caff then was entirely healthy.

Maybe that was just Obi-wan.

Nope, not thinking about Obi-wan.

They were going to 79’s, to spend what ever credits they had scraped together in the last campaign. Cody intended to enjoy the company of his brothers and the break from the Negotiators rot gut, or the generals own home brewed monstrosity.

He was going to drink, dance, and catch up with the 104th.

Waxer, Boil, and Wooley wandering into getting ready to leave at the same time, for a split second Cody contemplated offering a bribe for them not to go gabbing to the 104th. But dismissed the thought, if the 104th did not know by now Cody was reasonably certain his Vode were keeping it quite for a reason.

Which was not comforting.

With that ominous thought Cody and his brothers wandered out into the greasy Coruscant air. His brothers cheerfully chatting behind him.

79’s when he got there was just as crowded and dark as it always was, Cody could feel the beat in his chest as he Waxer, Boil, and Wooley made there way to the bar.

Boil uncharacteristically ordered them a round, and the night began.

79’s was always a crowded and loud. But they had a new green drink that tasted like what Cody imagined blaster would taste like, it was dead cheap and kicked your teeth in.

Cody, was drunk before he knew it, Waxer, Boil and Wooley were not helping matters, Wolffe who had an unfairly high alcohol tolerance for someone with the exact same genetic make up watched on amused as Cody got progressively drunker.

He missed his brother.

“mmm, Your shirts so soft.” Cody distantly heard himself say when he leaned over on his one eyed brother. He was not sure Wolffe heard him as the music boomed through the club. Wolffe jumped a little, wrenching his head around to scowl impressively before his face softened somewhat.

Wolffe turned a shit eating grin on Cody before sipping the blaster fire and grinning down knocking his forehead against Cody’s before rubbing his shoulders roughly.

“Its nice to see you Kote.” His perpetual scowl softened some what, before he seemed to look over Cody’s head at Wooley, who had come back with even more blaster fire.

“I’m not sure wee need anymore.” Wolffe said before making a grab for the awful green concoction.

Cody quickly scooped it up before Wolffe got any ideas, he was the one to cut brothers off. The drink was only half way gone before Wolffe grabbed it. Cody stared balefully at the drink before flopping on Wolffe again.

“Ah come on Commander, Drunk Cody is an affectionate Cody. Look at him, he’s fine.” Wooley said, his illusion of rationality runied when he swayed and started giggling drunkenly in the middle of his declaration.

“Shhhhhh!” Waxer said at what was probably supposed to be a whisper.

Cody felt his eyes narrow as he looked at his three oddly generous brothers. A puzzle piece fitted into place in Cody’s brain.

“You are trying to get me drunk!”

his accusation was met with another round of drunken laughter.

“Nope!” declared Wooley arm gracelessly gesturing up into the air. “were trying to get drunk. You, are merrily trying to catch up!”

To prove his point Wooley drank the rest of his blaster fire with a shudder.

“Wolffe Said something that Cody could not quite hear before propping Cody up more securely. With a hum Cody sat up a little in the booth they had poured himself into. Waxer and Boil were seated across from them, there was something in the swimy recess of Cody’s drunk mind that he did not like but he could not place.

“Waxer,” Cody found himself saying into the music of the club grasping mentally for another one of those slippery little puzzle pieces, “You’re a great scout but I don’t like what your face is doing.”

Boils faces seemed to spasm uncontrollably before drunken giggles spilled out vode.

“Well, I can think of one face that your always happy to see!” Boil singsonged the end before turn into Waxer to laugh into the crook of his shoulder.

Cody felt his annoyance ease a little, it was nice to have all of his favorite people in one place. If only Rex and Obi-wan could show up.

“You too Boil, don’t think I don’t know you two are responsible for te dajunar .” Cody felt his eyes squint at the pair, He felt what ever he was leaning against rumble a little.

“What?” Wolffe, because it was Wolffe who he was sprawled out on, asked.

“They are being insubordinate little shits.” Cody informed him turning to face his generally grumpy looking brother. He was met with nothing more then a raised eyebrow.

“ Yeah, these two assholes found out and now they won’t stop trying to get us together. Its awful.” Cody suddenly is brain drudged up a plan from earlier in the evening.“You should help me exact revenge on them and the 212.”

Wolffe was looking at Cody was a gleeful smile.

“Wait Kote, Who are they trying to match make?”

“Te jatne adat vurel.“ Cody found himself spilling out of his mouth. “val cuyir mesh'la, atin, bal dral guuror te Ka'ra.”

The other side of the table giggled impressively, Cody turned to glare at them.

Wolley was gone, but Cody did not have much time to contemplate his whereabouts.

“A tion'ad Kote?” Wolffe asked again.

Cody opened his mouth to answer, and explain his Generals amazing hair before Wooley stumbled in, carrying water for them all.

Cody blinked confusedly up at them when he saw Wooley wink at Waxer and Boil.

“Our ride is here!”.

“Hmmm” Cody hummed. He did not remember asking for a ride, but given how the room was spinning unpleasantly he could probably use one.

“Lets go.” Waxer said hauling Cody up, and away from Wolffe, who protested something about who was it.

Boil and Wolffe continued talking while Waxer and Wooley wandered with Cody to the front of 79’s.

“Cody leaned into Waxer.

“Even if your mean I still love you.” Cody declared impressively.

“Oh dear, you were not exaggerating.” A lovlie voice said, with just a touch of amusement as they stumbled out into the greasy air.

Cody turned around and found himself breaking into a smile.

Now if only Rex were here.

“General!” Cody flailed a little gesturing to Obi-wan and the taller Jedi behind him.

Wolffe and Boil join them outside, and Cody absently tottered towards the Jedi, who were probably here to pick them up. Which would probably be embarrassing as hell if Cody was not quite as drunk as he was.

as he was tottering over he felt something hook one of his boots.

Assholes.

With a betrayed noise he started to fall forward.

He was caught.

Not by his wonderful refined General who looked close to bursting out laughing, but by the larger one, who had instinctively stepped forward to catch him.

The Jedi holding him froze for a split second and then Cody saw his brown eye flit between Obi-wan and himself.

“Is that how it is Commander?” The jetti murmured quietly before his mouth split into a grin that looked like it would be more at home on Waxers face.

“He,” the Jedi said, moving Cody effortlessly and pushing him towards Obi-wan “is your responsibility. I’m going to get the speeder.” Obi-wan squawked adorably when Cody flopped on him. He smelt like incense and everything good in the world.

Cody rested his head against the taller man shoulder.

“Ni guuror tion'tuur gar olar” Cody found himself saying.

He heard a splutter behind him.

Waxer, Boil and Wooley were giving him a shit eating grin, while Wolffe looked from him to his Jedi repeatedly.

Cody opened his mouth to say something unflattering when the other Jedi arrived with a speeder.

Excellent. Now if he could convince Obi-wan to sit with them in the back the nigh would be perfect.

They all poured in, Cody unhappily settled in the back between with Waxer and Wooley, on the drive back. Obi-wan took the front seet and was have a discussion with the Jedi in the front seats.

Cody enjoyed watching him blush through out the conversation.

When they poured him into the barracks steps Cody could not help but say “gar ru'kir not ba'slanar”.

Before he stumbled into the barrack building.

It was time for bed, he would deal with the hangover in the morning.

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Thanks for reading!

Here id the link to the other ones: Part1 https://wtfamidoing-fam.tumblr.com/post/189969295769/codywan-fic-maybe

Part 2 https://wtfamidoing-fam.tumblr.com/post/190008461424/codywan-fic-maybe-2

Part 4 https://wtfamidoing-fam.tumblr.com/post/615307839049744384/codywan-prompt-46

#CC-2224 Cody #Commander Cody #Waxer #boil #Wolffe #212th #104th #obi-wan Kenobi #quinal vos #drinking #drunken shinanagins #79's #codywan #let me know what you think

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Part 7:

A lot has happened since the last drawing. I haven't felt well and decided to draw fluff instead.

Left: It's Pierre and Lyth fluff. They are now expecting and after a dice roll baby number scare, my brain went kaput.

Right: Lyth's bags. The top one is originally Majora's carrier backpack. It has been repurposed to hold an Artificial Womb where her children are. Tl;dr, they have a small part of genetics from her half-dragon friend Elie to help protect them. The lower bag is a really weird patchwork bag of holding. Her other half-dragon friend Runi made it himself.

Bottom: The Garnet friendship bracer given to Lyth by Elie. It lets her use a much weaker prismatic breath and is made in the image of her vow to him.

#my art #d&d #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dungeons and dumbasses

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The Mermaid AU I Don’t Need

The Vizsla-Vetra-Kyrze Family as Mermaids and the solitary Merman!

Runi is the tiny baby with little pigtails who seemed to have consulted Solus’ genetics in passing.

Solus would be the that extra to have pretty decoration and a beautifully webbed tail.

Bo-Katan and Pre are sharks. Bo’s wearing the closest to armor I could get for her.

Tarre is the twin with the black tail and white hair. Jila has the curly blonde hair and purple tail.

Cabu the Strill became a gold toned electric eel because why not?

#caff made people #solus vetra #tarre vizsla vetra #jila vizsla #runi kryze #bo katan #pre #do i need this? no #am i enjoying it? yes

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Jari'eyc - Chapter 9

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Word Count: 1888

Warnings: loss of consciousness, major character death, discussion of inhibitor chips and mind control experiments, reference to past child abuse, grief and loss, imprisonment, torture, The Girls Are Fighting

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“The Empire is looking for us,” Crosshair rasped, tears dripping down his face more freely than Tech had seen them in a long time. He clung to Tech’s arm as if he were a lifeboat. “Th-they’re killing her to get to us. Mar'eyir kaysh, Tad’ika.” [Find her, Little Two.]

Runi had taken up a place at his side once he passed out, keeping a check on his vitals with Wrecker keeping a watch over both. Tech had noted Sinya pulling Hunter by the arm into the medbay. The doors hadn’t opened since and Tech decided he wasn’t going to risk opening them.

Echo had offered to help him sort through the data he’d been pulling from the Empire’s databanks. Fives and Omega had offered their assistance as well, but had fallen asleep about an hour ago, Omega leaning against her newfound brother.

Echo had just thrown a blanket over the pair when the console chirped.

“Has the new set finished decrypting?” he asked, coming to look over Tech’s shoulder.

Tech nodded, fingers dancing across the buttons and eyes scanning the information rapidly.

Tech was starting to believe this set wouldn’t have her information either when Echo nearly shouted “there”.

Tech opened her personnel file, her image attached at the top. She looked so tired. Her eyes were cold and empty, seemingly half-lidded permanently. The white streak in her hair was stark against the rest. Her mouth was fixed in a straight line, missing all hint of the pull upwards it used to have. The image sent a shiver down Tech’s spine.

He read down into the file. It showed him the missions she’d been assigned, locations, dates, objectives. And at the very bottom was a report from an Imperial Officer.

Tech opened the report, both he and Echo letting out little gasp at the words written across the top.

“Status: Killed in Action”

“Kriff,” Echo cursed behind him, hand running over the short thatch of curls that had finally begun to regrow over his scalp.

Tech scowled at the report. Hadn’t the Chromira shown Crosshair that Jaine was alive? It wouldn’t make sense to show him images of the past.

“What about the curse? She could still be alive, couldn’t she?” Echo and Tech’s heads turned quickly toward Omega, who was removing herself from the tight embrace of Fives.

“How do you know about that?” Echo asked, kneeling down next to her.

“It was in a report someone gave Nala Se,” she shrugged. “It came in after you all left for Felucia.”

Echo and Tech exchanged a look.

“Nala Se read the report and then asked the Prime Minister for an urgent meeting. Then once Jaine woke up, Nala Se ordered…”

“Ordered what, ‘Mega?” Echo asked.

Omega’s hands were shaking slightly. “They did a– an experiment on her,” she mumbled, her expression turning to a mix of fear and anger. “They put a chip in.”

“A chip?” Echo repeated, nervously glancing at Fives, thankful that he was still asleep. “Like the inhibitor chips?”

Omega nodded and Echo let out a breath he didn’t know he’d be holding. “It didn’t work right at first, so they had to condition her. That’s where she got those scars and why her hair turned white.”

Tech felt sick, guilt twisting his stomach into knots. Behind his eyes he saw flashes of his own ‘conditioning’, but he pushed the foul memories to the side. He couldn’t shut down now.

“It wasn’t her?” Echo whispered, his widened eyes finding Tech. “None of it was her.”

—

Crosshair woke up with his head pounding and his entire body sore. He sat up and looked around. He definitely wasn’t on the Marauder. No, this place was too cold, literally and figuratively. A shiver ran down his back. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around his body. He could feel his hands shaking. Wait, his hands? No, these were someone else’s hands.

He realized a moment later that he wasn’t in control of this body; he was merely a passenger.

The person reached up to massage their neck at the point that was hurting most. Crosshair noted the knots of scar tissue beneath their touch.

They sighed, reaching up to pull their hair forward, beginning to braid some of the long crimson hair. Crosshair could feel something emanating deep within their soul; an intense pleading for help.

The pieces came together. Red hair, blaster scar on the neck. This was Jaine’s body he was in.

“Up,” a stormtrooper ordered, opening the laser gate. Despite the resentment that boiled in her chest, she stood without hesitation, holding her arms out for the binders.

The pair of troopers led her through the facility past numerous cells of clones. He could feel her guilt at not being able to help them. She glanced up at one cell in particular as they approached it.

“Wait,” she whispered, her movement stilling as her heart dropped into her gut. “Where’s Fluke?”

One of the stormtroopers hit her shoulder with the butt of his gun. “Keep walking.”

She turned to face him. “Where’s CT-5121?” she growled.

“Went last night,” rasped the clone - Sig, she remembered - in the cell across from the one that used to hold Fluke.

Crosshair could feel the deep sorrow in Jaine’s heart and the tear that fell down her cheek.

“Good morning, Jaine,” that woman, Doctor Karr, said as the gate opened. “How are you feeling today?”

Jaine didn’t answer. Merely allowing herself to be pushed onto the table and secured in place.

“I’d like to offer you an opportunity,” Karr said, looking up from her datapad. “Answer the question and we don’t have to go through any of the pain.”

Jaine swallowed, her throat dry. “What question?”

“How do we find Clone Force 99?”

Crosshair felt her hesitation, before she finally answered.

“Who?”

—

Hunter wasn’t sure exactly what was happening if he were to be completely honest. He probably should be anxious and on edge. He probably should be worried sick about Crosshair. He probably should have some kind of feelings about the possibility that Jaine wasn’t truly in control of herself when she’d attacked them.

But he didn’t really feel any of that. He was a little nervous, concerned for his brother, and a little more compassionate for their former medic, but none of that was at the forefront, and wasn’t even really what he was focused on at the moment. No, he was focused on the woman sitting in front of him. He’d lost track of what she was talking about a few minutes ago, but he smiled and nodded when it seemed appropriate. He did note there was an odd… heat in his chest.

“Hunter?” Sinya said, tapping his arm. “You okay?”

He shook his head a little, trying desperately to ignore the buzz of electricity that flooded his body, originating from her hand. “Sorry, could you repeat that?”

Sinya giggled. “It didn’t matter.”

She smiled at him and he realized he’d probably do anything if it just meant he’d get to see that smile again. Her smile reminded him of the first time he’d seen starlight.

A sharp pang hit his heart.

Did I make Jaine feel like this? He thought. Is that why she called me ‘Starlight’?

“Hunter,” Tech called from the suddenly open door of the medbay.

Hunter hoped Tech didn’t notice the way he and Sinya sprung away from each other. He hadn’t realized they’d been so close.

“What is it, Tech?”

Tech eyed him suspiciously. Of course he noticed. “Crosshair is awake. He would like to speak with us.”

Hunter nodded, turning to give an apology to Sinya, who shooed him off with a “go”.

By the time Hunter arrived in the bunk rooms, Crosshair was sitting up on the edge of the bunk and Runi was still fussing over his vitals, despite the annoyance written plainly on his face. After another moment she gave up with a huff, rolling her eyes when she saw the smug look on his face. She muttered something violent about that expression as she passed him.

Omega ran into the room, practically launching herself at Crosshair. “You’re okay!”

“I told you he would be,” Tech pointed out. “And I am seldom wrong.”

Crosshair and Omega rolled their eyes in unison.

“What’s going on, Crosshair?” Echo said, trying to hide a smirk.

Crosshair glanced briefly at Omega before looking at the rest of them. “Jaine… won’t be telling the Empire how to find us,” he sighed, hating the way his voice shook. The air in the ship seemed to still.

“That’s a good thing, right?” Omega asked, looking worriedly up at Crosshair.

“Yeah,” Wrecker nodded. “If she doesn’t tell ‘em anything about us then we can surprise ‘em when we go rescue her!”

Hunter’s eyes narrowed on his youngest brother. He could hear Crosshair’s rapid heartbeat, despite the measured breaths he was taking. “What aren’t you saying?”

His intense gaze locked onto Hunter’s. “She can’t tell the Empire about us because she doesn’t remember who we are.”

The room went still as the weight of Crosshair’s statement settled over the squad.

“How could she just forget us?” Omega asked, her eyes welling up. “After everything that’s happened…”

Tech knelt down next to her. “It is not her fault, Omega,” he said. “Part of her curse is that she forgets things that are important to her each time she comes back. More often than not, it is people she cares about.”

“That- that’s not fair,” Omega whispered.

“You’re right,” Crosshair assured her. “But that’s why she had people like Sinya to help her remember.”

Omega scowled, but looked up at Hunter. “We have Sinya with us. We can go and save her and then Sinya can help her remember, right?”

Hunter sighed. His chest felt heavy. “It’s not that simple,” he explained. “Breaking someone out of Imperial custody would be tricky and we don’t even know where she’s being held, not to mention that we’d be walking right into the hands of the Empire.”

“But–”

“No, Omega. We can’t go after her; it’s too risky.”

Omega scowled up at him before storming out of the room.

“She would do it for us,” Crosshair hissed. “We always said we’d never leave our own behind.”

“And we haven’t,” Hunter growled. “She spent months trying to kill us–”

“That was not her fault,” Tech interjected. “We have learned that there was a chip implanted in her brain when she was on Kamino without us, after which she was put through intense conditioning.”

Hunter didn’t listen. He couldn’t. “Chip or not, she doesn’t even know who we are! For all we know she could hate all clones now and try to kill us the moment she sees us anyway.”

Crosshair spoke up. “She doesn’t. I don’t know who he was or what he meant to her, but she just grieved one called Fluke.”

“How do you know that?” Echo asked.

Crosshair glanced between Hunter and Tech. “I-I could feel it. It was like I was in her body. It was… strange. I didn’t hear the Chromira-”

“The who?” Echo and Wrecker asked simultaneously.

“And it didn’t feel like when she talked to me before,” he finished, crossing his arms. “It almost felt like- like it was Jaine who was reaching out to me.”

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Jari'eyc - Chapter 6

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Word Count: 1827

Warnings: anxiety, PTSD (Order 66 related), injuries (blaster grazes and hit, cuts, burn), impending awkward relationship conversation, medical care (stitches, bacta application), Echo and Fives are both lovesick puppies over the same woman, Tech just straight up telling it like it is

Fun fact: This description - "Echo said, his hand reaching up to rub that spot of his neck that always knotted up when he got stressed." - is based on what my mother refers to as her "mom knot".

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Hunter’s mind was still racing as Sinya scrambled to her feet, frantically looking around as she backed away from him. She watched him, her silvery eyes a depth of fear he’d rarely seen, then darted away in the direction of Movri’s stand.

“Wrecker!” he called as he got to his feet, pointing at the fleeing woman.

Wrecker noticed the woman running and stepped in front of her, blocking her path into the small alleyway.

“St-stay back,” she warned as Hunter got closer. He could just barely hear the soft hum of a vibroblade behind her cloak.

Hunter held his hands up, free of any weapons. “Take it easy, Sinya,” he spoke gently. “We’re not gonna hurt you.”

Sinya scowled, eyes darting back and forth between him and Wrecker. Hunter could hear her heart pounding.

“It’s okay,” he assured. “Can you put the knife away? We just want to talk.”

“You- you’re not going to- to attack me?” she whimpered, her tone wrapping around Hunter’s heart, constricting.

“We won’t,” he said. “I promise.”

“Hunter,” Wrecker whispered. Hunter followed his gaze to his own shirt, stained with a deep indigo.

Sinya coughed hard, the same indigo spattering from her lips. Her breathing was labored as she seemed to fight to stay on her feet.

Hunter hazarding a step forward. “Sinya-”

Sinya's eyes rolled back in her head as her body went limp. Hunter barely caught her before she hit the ground.

—

“I still can’t believe you’re really,” Echo breathed. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Runi in almost an hour.

“So you’ve said,” she smiled.

Fives snorted. “Yeah, Echo’s repeating things. How out of character.”

Echo rolled his eyes, but went quiet.

“We should probably talk about the bantha in the room,” Runi mumbled.

Fives shifted uncomfortably in his seat. She looked to Echo and saw a flash of confusion cross his features.

Echo’s comm pinged, but he pressed a button to ignore it.

“What bantha-”

The comm pinged again and Echo growled in frustration, tapping it. “What?”

“Echo, where are you?” Hunter asked.

“I’m with-” he faltered. “I’m with Fives.”

“Get back to the ship. We’ve got a guest and we don’t know if she had anyone following her.”

Echo shook his head. “‘Guest’? Hunter-”

The comm pinged again, signaling Hunter’s comm disconnecting.

“I hate it when he does that,” Echo grumbled.

“It sounds like there could be trouble,” Fives said warily.

“Maybe,” Echo agreed.

Runi tapped his hand. “Go,” she nodded. “We’ll still be here.”

Echo sighed. “Please come with me.”

“What-”

“Runi, I’m scared that if I let you out of my sight, you’ll disappear and this will have all been another dream.”

His golden eyes bore into her soul. “Okay,” she whispered.

The three of them made their way through Ord Mantell City, Echo’s hand never leaving Runi’s. Fives followed behind them, his nerves bundling deep in his gut as he watched the reunited couple.

“What’s the emergency?” Echo asked as he walked into the ship. He didn’t see anyone immediately, so he motioned for Runi and Fives to wait there. He listened carefully, following the hushed voices of his squad to the medbay.

The door was open and he peered in. His brothers were gathered, talking quietly to the side of the exam table. Omega was sitting in a chair next to it. There was someone laying on the table, but he couldn’t make out who.

Omega noticed him first, smiling and walking over to him.

He kneeled. “Hey, kid,” he gave her a small nod. “What’s going on?”

“Hunter and Wrecker were on the supply run and they found someone they know,” she informed him, glancing back at the person on the table. “But she’s hurt pretty badly.”

Echo nodded again, standing and walking over to the table. He felt his jaw go slack as he took in the sight before him. Sinya Bey was laid out on the table, unconscious, with bandages wrapped around her torso.

He felt like his brain was going to short circuit. “What-”

“She just about ran me over in the market,” Hunter informed him, coming to stand at his side. “She was… scared. Seemed like someone was chasing her.”

Echo scowled. “What the hell is she doing on Ord Mantell?”

“Don’t know. She barely got a few words out before she passed out, but she recognized us.”

Echo crossed his arms.

“Echo, she-” Hunter started before glancing back at the other group. His voice dropped to nearly a whisper. “She reminded me of the kid on Kaller; terrified, always checking over her shoulder.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Echo muttered back. “Sinya’s not a Jedi.”

Hunter sighed, running his hand over his face. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like it. What if she’s bait?”

Echo’s eyes shut as he took a deep breath.

“Echo?” Fives called from the doorway.

Everyone’s heads turned to look at him.

“Right,” Echo nodded. He walked out to talk to him and Runi.

“What’s going on?” Runi asked.

“The woman in there… she’s a friend of-” Echo sighed. “Maybe was a friend of our old squadmate.”

Fives scowled. “The one that tried to kill you and was sent to hunt you all down?”

Echo nodded.

“Wait, what?” Runi sputtered.

“It’s a long story,” Echo said, his hand reaching up to rub that spot of his neck that always knotted up when he got stressed.

“Is she trying to kill you?” Fives asked, gesturing to Sinya’s unconscious form.

Echo shrugged. “Hunter said she seemed paranoid before, and she was badly injured. At least she’s not trying to kill us right now.”

Runi grabbed his hand, treasuring the way he squeezed it immediately. “Do you want me to take a look at her injuries?”

“Probably not a bad idea,” he nodded, showing her into the room.

Tech joined them as soon as they got to the exam table.

“A few grazes, one direct hit, several lacerations to the chest and abdomen, as well as a rather intense burn on her left palm and wrist,” he informed her. “We are unsure of the origins of her injuries.”

“Mind if I take a look?” Runi asked, already pulling back the thin blanket they’d covered her with.

“By all means,” Tech nodded. “I am highly skilled in many areas, however my medical abilities are more oriented for the field.”

Runi nodded, and began her examination of the twi’lek. She requested a few things from Tech, scissors or more light and Echo found he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. It had been a very long time since he’d watched her work, and he remembered the way she took care of his brothers; efficient, but never lacking kindness or sympathy. He was sure his face was pure sappiness; like a lovesick lurca hound. What he didn’t notice was that his twin bore the same expression.

This didn’t escape Crosshair’s notice however. He nudged Hunter, tilting his head towards the Domino twins.

Hunter scoffed. “Could they be any more obvious?”

“Probably,” Crosshair chuckled.

“Kriff,” Runi muttered, taking in the sight of the woman’s wounds. “What happened to this girl?”

“As previously stated, we are unsure,” Tech answered. “We only have the information Hunter and Wrecker provided.”

Runi glanced up at him, a bemused smirk on her lips.

“That was…rhetorical, wasn’t it?” Tech scowled.

“Yeah,” Runi nodded, though her grin grew a little wider.

She set to work with Tech’s assistance, suturing the wounds before wrapping them again.

It took a while, most of the squad leaving to sit elsewhere in the ship, but Echo and Fives stayed, both sitting on the floor against the wall, right next to Jaine’s cot.

They’d been talking quietly for a few minutes, Tech couldn't hear what about, but he could tell the conversation was tense. He could tell Runi knew it too.

“Are you… okay?” he asked after noticing her right hand shaking a little.

“Fine,” she answered tersely.

“I can ask them to leave.”

Runi sighed. “I’ve never met more stubborn troopers than those two.”

“You have not truly met my batchmates.”

That got a chuckle out of her. “You ever work with the 501st?” He nodded once. “That pack was full of them, right up to Rex at the top. Never met him myself, but I heard Skywalker was, too.”

“It would not surprise me to learn that you were quite busy during your time with them.”

She was quiet for a moment. “What do you think they’re talking about?”

Tech hesitated. “Would you… prefer my actual opinion… or a more optimistic version?”

Runi glanced up at him, her face a mixture of surprise and confusion. She chuckled a little. “Your opinion, please.”

Tech used his arm to push his goggles up. “I believe it is fairly obvious that they are talking about you. Given how tense they seem I think perhaps they have figured out that they are both in love with you and discussing where to go from there.”

Runi paused her work for a moment, fully stopping to look up at him. “You’re rather blunt, aren’t you?”

“So I’ve been told,” he agreed. “However, you did ask for my opinion.”

“I know that,” she scoffed, smirk returning to her face. “And I know we’ve technically met before, but Raze is just a code name. My real name is Runi.”

“I am aware,” he stated, continuing when she shot a confused glance at him. “Crosshair discerned your identity before you came here with Echo.”

She didn’t reply, simply nodding her head a little. Before long they had finished the sutures and began applying bacta to the remaining wounds on her abdomen and chest.

As Tech applied the last bit to the graze on her upper arm and shot just above it, Runi unwrapped her burnt hand. She gasped lightly.

“What is it?” Tech inquired.

“I-I’ve seen a lot of burns in my time, but never one like this.”

Tech scowled. He had looked at the burn himself - it was second degree on her palm, first degree surrounding it - and hadn’t noticed anything unusual about it. He moved to stand next to her.

“It’s almost like- like it’s still on fire,” she whispered, her hand seemingly moving towards Sinya’s of its own accord.

“Don’t,” Tech said suddenly.

Runi tensed, Sinya’s hand falling to the table with a dull thud, alerting both Fives and Echo, who jumped to their feet.

“Echo,” Tech hissed. “Her hand.”

Echo’s heart was pounding as he stepped forward to look at it.

“Do you see it?” Tech asked, his voice seemed different.

Nervous, Echo realized with a start. He looked at Sinya’s wrist, his heart jumping into his throat.

Faintly, around the edges of the worst part of the burns was a wisping red smoke.

“Jaine?” Echo breathed.

Tech nodded solemnly. “If Sinya was attacked by Jaine and ran until she bumped into Hunter and Wrecker-”

“She could be on Ord Mantell.”

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dangraccoon · 6 months ago

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I’m still going to finish writing Jari’eyc and hopefully posting soon, but the seasonal depression has caught up with me so things are going to be a little slower than I’d hoped 😅

Still working, but working slowly

Thank you all for your patience 💛

-R

#dangraccoon #dang writing #jari'eyc #bas’chak oyu’baat #tbb fanfiction #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch fanfiction #the clone wars #tcw #the clone wars fanfiction #tcw fanfiction #Runi Genet #Jaine Vale #Sinya Bey

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Jari'eyc - Chapter 8

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Word Count: 2373

Warnings: flirting, trying to ignore feelings, concern about feelings, mentions of wanting a polyamorous relationship, dreamscape, character death, torture, IT-O/interrogator droid, Tantiss

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Sinya had been staring at the unused cot in the medbay for a couple hours now, tears long since dried on her cheeks.

“She should eat something,” Runi suggested quietly. “Who knows when she ate last.”

Everyone’s eyes shifted to the sergeant, who simply nodded and walked to the kitchen. He knew Crosshair had followed him, but he didn’t mention it.

He gathered a couple ration bars and hydropaks, not sure what she would prefer.

“Maybe the purple one,” Crosshair whispered. “J– she always liked the purple paks the best.”

Hunter looked up to meet his brother’s gaze, giving a little nod. He pretended not to notice the way his voice trembled.

The door to the medbay was already open, but Hunter knocked anyway, the memories of accidentally frightening Jaine flowing unbidden into his mind.

“Brought some… I’m not exactly sure it can be called ‘food’,” he sighed. “You should eat something, anyway.”

“Thanks,” Sinya whispered.

“Someone can sit with you, if you want,” he added. “But I get it if you want to be alone, too.”

Her gaze finally lifted from the cot. “I’m sorry… For what she’s done.”

Hunter’s chest ached, but he placed a hand on her arm. “I’m sorry about Argus.”

She sniffled a little, wiping at the dried tears. “Some Jedi I would’ve made,” she chuckled. “Just riddled with attachments.”

Hunter smiled. “Could think of some other reasons you wouldn’t have liked it.”

She caught his eye, the tiniest hint of that playfulness shining in them. “Do tell.”

“Aren’t the Jedi supposed to be practically celibate?” he smirked.

“Sergeant Hunter,” she gasped. “Are you saying that I’m too slutty for the Order?”

Hunter coughed, his cheeks blossoming a deep red. “Oh, I didn’t- I just meant-”

“Relax, honey,” she laughed. “I know my usual lifestyle wouldn’t gel with how by-the-book the Council is.”

Hunter sighed, shaking his head with a laugh.

“Not that they always crack down on that behavior,” she grinned, leaning towards him conspiratorially. “You’ve probably never met Master Vos, but anyone paying attention could tell Kenobi was fucking his commander.”

Hunter’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Oh absolutely! He has a tendency towards using little pet names for people, but his tell is always dropping the ‘my’ from ‘my dear’. When he’s interested in someone it’s always more direct.”

Hunter chuckled. “Wouldn’t have guessed.”

Sinya seemed to consider something for a moment before dropping her voice low. “He also told me,” she giggled, slipping into a mediocre attempt at the general’s Coruscanti accent. “‘It was to die for, Sinya’.”

The pair shared a laugh, eagerly chasing the small moment of joy to avoid the sorrow of their lost friends.

They were sitting closer together now, and Sinya was beginning to tell some story about her time in the Agricorps when Crosshair peeked in.

For one of the first times since J– since the end of the war, his brother was smiling. It was soft, similar to how he smiled at Omega, but it was almost as if it were deeper.

And Sinya, despite being nearly covered in bandages, having survived being hunted by someone she loved and trusted, was talking, smiling, laughing, and just living.

Something panged at Crosshair’s chest. He was pretty sure it was something like missing someone, but if he was being honest, he couldn’t really feel it. It seemed like he didn’t feel much of anything lately.

He’d gotten too used to keeping all of his emotions under lock and key, only letting the clearer, sharper emotions through. He would show his pride for Omega or his irritation with his brothers’ antics, but everything else fell by the wayside.

The one sharp emotion he refused to let through his delicate mask was pounding at his chest now.

He stepped away from the medbay door, heading back towards the bunks. He knelt next to Tech’s bunk under his, scowling at the mess blocking his access to his footlocker. He sighed and shook his head, pulling at the various wires, spare tools, and clothing and piling them on the unmade bunk.

Pulling out his trunk, he took a shaking breath as he opened it. There wasn’t much inside; he barely used it. A few spare pieces of armor, extra tools for cleaning his rifle, a drawing Omega had made of a tooka with colors like his armor. He smiled fondly at the piece of flimsi, setting it to the side. Beneath it was another piece of flimsi, folded neatly, bearing his name in messy handwriting, and a datapad.

He steeled himself. He wasn’t sure when J– she had written this note, or what it contained. He glanced up through the doorway. Everyone was still out there and he could have this moment for himself.

He held the button to power up the datapad, and waited, unfolding the flimsi and looking over the scrawled Qoljaki lettering across the page, his fingers ghosting over what he recognized to be his name at the top of the page.

The datapad’s soft glow reminded him to look at it. The algorithm Tech made was still open, results still showing. With another deep breath, he began to read.

Crosshair, my Seleno, I know it has only been a few weeks since you told me you love me. I do not think I tell you enough, but to describe how deeply I love you is a task the greatest poets could never hope to complete. But that is not why I am writing this now. I need to tell you, but I am scared that when I do you will leave me and I will be alone once again. Maybe that is why I am writing this in Qoljaki. I cannot be scared of your reaction if you cannot read it. Crosshair, I find my heart and mind being pulled in many directions. I have fallen in love with your brothers just as I have fallen for you. I do not know if it is a common practice elsewhere in the galaxy, but on my planet it was very common to love more than one person. I hope that someday I will share this with you, and with the rest of your brothers, too. I can almost feel the bonds between myself and all of you strengthening each day that I spend here. Wrecker has been more touchy lately. He picks me up and holds me close. He is so sweet and kind, it almost makes my heart ache. I play along like I want him to put me down, but that is far from the truth. I see how he steals glances at you when I am in his arms. I know he is nervous, but I would be glad to let him hold me as long as he sees fit. Hunter still freezes when I touch him, though he pretends that he had not and I pretend not to notice. We may have had a rocky start, but I do feel like he has accepted me. Do not mention it to him, but I did notice how his shoulders seem to lose their tension when we talk. It has been interesting to see Echo grow over these past few months. Sometimes, the way he talks to me makes me think he must have really been a charmer back in his ARC trooper days. He is so snarky and I can see why the two of you get along so well. It cannot be so surprising that he has charmed me as you have. And Tech is, well, Tech. I hope one day I can earn back his friendship, but I am not sure I ever had it in the first place. Even if he never returns the deep love I feel for him, I would be proud just to be his friend. He is so smart, yet so rigid. I hope someday to loosen him up a little. Oh darling, even just writing this down I can feel the weight of it all lift off my chest. You give me such perfectly intense joy and I am terrified to risk losing that. I pray to the gods that if I ever tell you of my love for your brothers that you will be as understanding and accepting as you have from that day you followed me into the woods. I am yours, as long as you should wish it, Jaine

The world around Crosshair was frozen, just as he was, in this brief glimpse into J– Jaine’s mind. For the first time since that night in the hangar, he dropped the mask and let himself feel. Sorrow filled his chest as much as the tears filled his eyes. He’d never let himself get so close to anyone that wasn’t a brother. He felt so lost now. His purpose was stripped from him the moment his chip didn’t activate. There was a tiny part of him that wondered if he’d be happier if it had, but he knew he could never truly want that. No, he knew his purpose now was to protect his family. He just wanted… he needed direction, something to show him how to still let himself feel even if she was gone. He ran his hands over his face in a half-hearted attempt to dry it, but when he opened his eyes, he found that it was still dark. He felt his hands start to shake and his chest tighten up.

–

“Are you alright?”

That voice was almost familiar.

What? he tried to ask, but no sound came out. He tried to look around, but found only darkness.

“What do you think?”

That voice he knew. He knew it in his bones, in the very fabric of his soul.

Jaine?

“I apologize, my child. I’m afraid I’m not sure what else to say,” the first voice hummed. “I hate to see you being tormented like this.”

“Then help me end it!” Jaine sobbed.

Jaine!

Quiet, Moon, the first voice hushed in his head. I will show you what I can. Slowly, his vision lightened. There was a forest around him. He seemed to be hovering, weightless over a small grove. Below him he could see a figure, bright red hair shining in the warm colors of the dusk, tinting the white streak in her hair. It was Jaine.

“Please help me. This is the third time,” Jaine pleaded with a ball of light that was floating before her. Her expression was deep and haunted as she shook on her hands and knees. “You’re a god; there must be something you can do.”

You’re a Chromira, Crosshair gasped.

“There are many things beyond my power, dear one.”

Jaine dropped to the ground, her sobs racking her body.

What is she talking about? Why does she need your help? Crosshair demanded.

Patience, Moon, the Chromira spoke into his mind. There are many things I cannot tell you expressly. I am doing all in my power to show you what I can. Crosshair blinked and he was on the ground next to Jaine. She was so close he could almost touch her, but she didn’t seem to notice him there.

“Show me, little one, all you are going through,” she instructed Jaine. “I will do all in my ability to aid you.”

Jaine brushed her face against her wrist, wiping away the tears. Crosshair knelt beside her. There were dark circles beneath her eyes, and her cheeks were somewhat hollowed. Her hair had grown out considerably and there was a small scar on each of her temples. Were those there on Bracca? He longed to reach out and touch her.

Jaine reached out toward the light, hands shaking.

The scene around them changed and Crosshair stood, looking around.

Jaine lay strapped to a table, her hair splayed out beneath her head. She was in a plain gray jumpsuit. Solid metal restraints secured her to the table. A spherical droid was injecting her with something, he couldn’t tell what.

“What are they injecting you with?” the Chromira questioned.

“Truth serum, this time,” Jaine answered sorrowfully.

He looked around. It was a small room, closed off by a laser gate.

“Where is this, child?” the Chromira asked.

Jaine’s voice sounded around them, disembodied as though they were in her mind. “I-I don’t know. They moved me to this room the last time I died.”

Anger flared in Crosshair’s chest.

“Have you seen the outside?” the Chromira pressed. “Anywhere else in the facility?”

“Hardly anything. Just my cell block, the interrogation room, and here,” Jaine answered, sorrow filling her voice.

Crosshair watched as the scene before him played out. Once the droid had finished its injection, another apparatus extended from it, reaching out to touch the back of her head, right where her skull met her spine.

Moments later Jaine’s body began convulsing against her restraints. Her fists balled and her jaw tightened.

“Tell us how to find Clone Force 99,” a woman ordered, hitting a button on her datapad that made the droid stop. Crosshair tore his eyes away from Jaine as he glared at the woman asking about his brothers. He looked nervously back at Jaine, mentally preparing for her to tell everything.

Jaine’s mouth fell open as she panted, fighting to regain her breath. After a moment, she opened her eyes, glaring at the woman. She pointedly clamped her jaw, eyes shifting to look straight ahead at the ceiling.

“Can’t tell the truth if you don’t say anything,” Jaine told the Chromira.

That’s my girl, Crosshair thought proudly, despite the ache in his chest.

The other woman’s expression didn’t change as she hit another button. The droid returned this time administering shocks of various lengths and intensities to different parts of her body.

Crosshair’s chest ached as he listened to Jaine, struggling not to cry out.

Behind him, the laser gate opened. “How is the interview going, Doctor Karr?”

A man stepped in. He had a smug look that Crosshair wanted to punch right off his head. He held his hands behind him, his left one gloved. His blue eyes were piercing.

“The subject still refuses to talk,” the woman- Doctor Karr, informed him.

“You’ve administered the Bavo Six?” he asked, eyes peering curiously at Jaine, whimpering as the droid finished its round of electrocution.

“Yes,” Karr confirmed. “And doubled the dosage as instructed.”

Who is that? Crosshair asked.

“I see,” the man hummed. “Why has the droid stopped?”

Karr looked down at her datapad. “It is no longer detecting a heartbeat. Should I resuscitate her?”

“No need,” the man said. “She’ll do it herself.”

The scene shifted back to the forest clearing. Jaine was still sitting in the clovers, knees pulled tight against her chest.

“Will it- can I be here longer this time?” Jaine sniffled.

“I’m so sorry, my child,” the Chromira whispered. “It will only be a few hours, but I will stay here with you all the while.”

Isn’t there anything more you can do for her? Crosshair asked.

Showing you this is all I can do and it has drained a considerable amount of energy from me, the Chromira answered in his head. Remember what you have seen, Moon. You need to wake up.

–

Crosshair was twitching fitfully on the floor, collapsed against the side of Tech’s bunk when Hunter found him. Tech appeared at the doorway seconds later and they exchanged a look.

“Go to the Moon,” the Chromira had whispered to them, her voice soft and distant. “He will need you as he awakens.”

They pulled him onto Echo’s bunk, waiting silently by his side until he jolted back into his body with a gasp.

Crosshair was frantically taking in his surroundings, panting as he fought to restore his breath.

“Cross,” Hunter said, warily.

“It’s J– Jaine,” he whispered. “She’s being tortured for information. Th-the Chromira showed me…”

“Crosshair, what information?” Tech pressed, his hand gentle on his twin’s arm.

“The Empire is looking for us.”

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Jari'eyc - Chapter 11

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Warnings: fugue state kinda?, war and fight flashbacks, injuries, homocide (justified), Wrecker is dyslexic, misunderstanding feelings, intense pain from injury, medical procedures (administering pain stim), implied spiciness

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“Jaine.”

The ground was a very uncomfortable place to be, Jaine discovered. Her head was spinning.

“Jaine?” a voice called, just ahead of her. “Jaine, you have to get up!”

“I- I’m up,” she mumbled as she pushed herself up to her hands and knees. Waves of ache rolled through her body.

“We have to move,” the voice hissed. She knew that voice, didn’t she?

Vaguely, she could feel someone pulling her up by her arm. Her eyes wouldn’t focus.

“What-”

“We’re getting out of this shithole,” he spat, eyes shifting around the landscape. Slowly, she could hear the sound of blaster fire and explosions in the distance.

“My side,” she whimpered, pressing her hand to it.

“That one’s just a graze,” he confirmed, slinging her arm over his shoulders, effortlessly supporting her weight despite his own limp. “Your real trouble is in your leg.”

“We have to- to get out of here.”

He nodded. “We’re about a klick from the rendezvous point. The rest of Ghost Company is waiting for us just over that ridge.”

“C-Cody,” she said.

“Don’t even think about it, Jaine,” he grunted as he pulled her along. “I’m not leaving you here.”

“Cody-”

“No.”

“Jaine.”

“Commander!”

“What?” she muttered, the feeling of her old friend at her side flickering like a holo with a spotty signal.

“Commander, are you alright?”

Jaine blinked and she was on the ground again. She wasn’t on that stars-forsaken desert moon she couldn’t remember the name of. Cody wasn’t the clone kneeling in front of her.

“Sig, get the medpack,” Fluke called. He pushed her gently back into a sitting position as she attempted to get up. “Easy, Commander. Need you to stay put. It didn’t knick anything too important, but I can’t have you passing out on my watch.”

“Fluke, I-I’m alright,” she lied. The pain in her side was growing stronger. Oh right, she thought. That insurgent with the knife.

Fluke scoffed. “Sure, Commander, and I’m the Queen of Naboo.”

Sig arrived with the medpack and Fluke set to work, irrigating the wound. It stung like hell.

“I can patch you up here, Commander, but you’re gonna need stitches.”

“Fluke, I thought I told you to just call me Jaine,” she huffed out.

“You did, Commander,” he retorted with a smirk.

“You’re a pain in the ass.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Wake up, Jaine.”

She shifted uncomfortably in her power suppressing cuffs.

“Commander Jaine Vale, you have been tried for the murder of an Imperial officer and found guilty. ” the Admiral stated, his voice even.

Jaine could feel her blood boiling and bile rising in her throat. “He deserved worse,” she spat.

“Sir, the subject is unresponsive.”

Jaine kept her head down as she was repeatedly ordered.

“Commander?” a voice said next to her as she boarded the prison transport. She recognized his mess of curls and the scar that crossed the bridge of his nose and tops of his cheeks, as well as the buzzed red hair of the clone next to him.

She hazarded a glance. “Fluke? Sig? Why are you here?”

“Guess the higher ups don’t take too kindly to those trying to wake up their vode,” Fluke chuckled.

“Quiet, clone,” hissed one of the stormtroopers as he jabbed Fluke with the end of his rifle.

The three prisoners shared a look of annoyance, all finding comfort in being together.

“Did she die again?” Hemlock asked, his voice seeming disinterested.

Karr shook her head, turning her datapad for him to see. “No, sir. Her vitals and brain activity are normal.”

“Have her eyes been open the whole time?”

“No, that began about two minutes ago.”

Hemlock shone a bright light in her eyes. “Her pupils are reacting normally. Heart rate?”

“Normal,” Karr answered.

“Perhaps Miss Vale is simply ignoring us,” Hemlock concluded. “Start the droid again, don’t stop until she begins responding.”

“Doctor Hemlock, the subject has repeatedly stated she does not know who Clone Force 99 is,” Karr said. “I’m not sure if-”

“I would not recommend taking the word of prisoners.”

–

Crosshair woke with a start, nearly smacking his head against the ceiling.

“You alright?” Wrecker asked from his bunk.

“Fine,” Crosshair mumbled as he swung his legs over the side. He could practically feel Wrecker’s hesitation. “What?”

“Was it a nightmare? Or did you see-”

“Jaine, yeah.” He rubbed at the back of his head, absentmindedly noting how often the spot of Jaine’s scar bothered him as well.

“Is she okay?” Wrecker asked anxiously.

Crosshair felt his stomach twist into knots. “Wrecker, she’s in a prison where she is tortured all day by some sadistic fuck.”

His words were harsh and hit Wrecker like a tsunami, but his tone was hollow and haunted.

“I’m sorry,” Crosshair started. “The dreams are getting… less vivid. It’s like- it’s like I’m out of range to pick up the comm chatter.”

“And you’re worried about her,” Wrecker finished. Crosshair nodded, running his hands over his eyes. “Do you-” He fidgeted a little. “Do you still like her?”

Crosshair eyed his brother, who seemed to be looking anywhere but directly at him. “Yeah.”

“Even after everything she did?”

Crosshair sighed. “Yes, I still love her.”

He watched the bigger man shifting uncomfortably in his bunk.

“Cross?”

“Yeah?”

“I gotta tell you something,” he practically whispered as he sat up in the bunk.

Crosshair nodded as the man’s leg started to bounce. He only did that when he was really nervous.

“Cross, I… I really like Jainey,” he breathed, his shoulders dropping like a weight was pulled from them. “I really like her. Even after all this time and everything she said and did.”

Crosshair simply nodded. He didn’t want to discourage this- he couldn’t.

“And I know that you and her were– are-” he chuckled nervously. “A-a-and I don’t want to get in the way of that, but I don’t like holding it in; doesn’t feel right.”

“I know, Wreck,” Crosshair said.

Wrecker’s eyes shot up to his younger brother. “You do?”

“I saw the way all of you looked at her,” he shrugged, taking her datapad in his hands. “I can’t blame you; I look at her the same way.”

“Really? You’re not mad?”

Crosshair scoffed as he jumped down from his bunk. “Wreck, I’d be more surprised if you weren’t in love with her.” He offered the datapad in his hands. “She wrote me a letter in her language. Tech translated it. I think it might be good for you to read it, too.”

Wrecker’s eyes searched his brother’s face for even the tiniest hint of a joke. Finding nothing he just nodded, taking the datapad in his hands. He watched his little brother stretch, the action vaguely reminding him of a loth cat, and walk away to another part of the ship, leaving him alone on his bunk.

Wrecker’s hands were shaking a little. He hadn’t been so nervous to read since he was a cadet. He shuddered at the unpleasant memories of the Kaminoans’ “tests”.

Take a deep breath, he heard Movri's voice in his head. This is just a moment. For better or worse, it will be gone soon.

He could feel his pulse quicken at the thought of the kind togruta man. He pushed it away- his burgeoning feelings for his new friend weren’t important now; finding and rescuing Jainey was his current mission.

As he looked down at the screen, the words and letters seemed to bond together into an impenetrable wall. He shifted the screen back and forth, growling a little as he tried to decipher the translated text.

With a groan, he gave up on the first paragraph, opting instead to try and search through until he found his own name.

Wrecker has been more touchy lately. He picks me up and holds me close. He is so sweet and kind, it almost makes my heart ache. I play along like I want him to put me down, but that is far from the truth. I see how he steals glances at you when I am in his arms. I know he is nervous, but I would be glad to let him hold me as long as he sees fit.

Wrecker sighed once he got through the paragraph, relief washing over him as the headache he’d quickly started to develop waned. He’d been worried that she didn’t like the physicality of his affection. But this put it to rest: she didn’t mind it and they were friends.

We have to find her.

Realization struck through his chest like a spear. She doesn’t remember you, some cruel voice echoed through his brain.

“Wrecker?”

His head snapped up to meet Omega’s concerned look.

“Oh, hey, ‘Mega,” he tried to smile.

“Crosshair gave you the letter, didn’t he?”

Wrecker heaved a sigh and nodded. “I-I know she…did a lot of really bad stuff, but-”

“You miss her,” Omega finished for him. “It wasn’t her fault. It’s the chip.”

“I know,” he frowned.

Omega placed a gentle hand in his. “We’re going to get her back.”

“Tech, are you alright?” Runi called, knocking lightly on the fresher door.

“I am fine,” came the muffled response. Even through the door she could hear the strain in his voice. “Your medical assistance is not necessary.

Runi scowled. “You ran in there pretty fast,” she argued.

“Your concern is-” his voice wavered. “Is unwarranted.”

“Tech-”

“What’s wrong with him?” Echo asked, sidling up to press a kiss to her temple. She smiled at the soft touch.

“Don’t know,” she sighed. “He just ran in there.”

“Give him a few minutes,” he advised, his hand cupping her cheek. “He’ll let someone know what’s wrong when he’s ready.”

Runi raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sure,” she snarked.

“Runi!”

Both of their heads snapped towards the medbay and they ran.

“What’s going on?” Runi asked as she took in the scene before her.

Sinya was curled in on herself, cradling her left hand against her chest, pained whimpers falling from her lips.

“She was fine but then she started-” Hunter explained, shirtless Runi noted in the back of her brain. “It’s- it’s the burn.”

She spoke soothingly to Sinya, gently coaxing her to release the clutch on her hand as she stuck a monitor patch to her chest. “Can I look at your hand?”

“I-I can’t,” she sobbed.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Runi shushed. “I’m going to give you a pain-stim to help you relax a little, then we’re gonna look at your hand, alright?”

Sinya nodded tearfully and Runi looked over her shoulder.

“Echo, grab the-”

“Here,” he interrupted, the stim already in the autoinjector he was handing to her.

“Alright, Sinya, deep breaths, hun,” she whispered, pressing the injector against the twi'lek’s forearm, who whimpered a little at the sharp poke.

Runi looked at the med scanner, watching as Sinya’s heart rate began to ease back down to a normal pace.

“S-sorry,” the woman whispered between pants. Runi looked up to answer, but found that her patient’s eyes were on the man sitting next to her. His eyes were filled with concern, but his lips were pulled up in a gentle smile.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, sarad,” he assured her, taking her uninjured hand in his. “We’ll have time.”

Runi fought to suppress a smile, exchanging an amused look with Echo as she unwrapped Sinya’s hand.

Once she pulled the bandage away, she nearly gasped. The burn had gotten worse. The center had expanded, faint red wisps still emanating from the ruined skin.

“That bad?” Sinya quipped.

“Honestly?” Runi hummed, releasing Sinya’s wrist. “I don’t know if it’s bad, and I don’t know how to treat it.”

Sinya nodded. If she were honest with herself, she probably expected that. “Do you think it’ll spread?”

Runi scowled. “I hope not.”

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Jari'eyc - Chapter 7

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Warnings: Mention of injuries, panic, betrayal, executing Order 66, force-sensitive character, prisoners, IT-O/interrogator droid, truth serum, implied torture

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It wasn’t until they were in orbit over Ord Mantell that Crosshair seemed to relax. Wrecker had been watching him intently, ready to step in if needed. He could tell the sniper was rattled by the idea that Jaine might be near, but now he sat in one of the crash seats, arms crossed and eyes closed.

“Cross?” he said, nudging his little brother. “You awake?”

“No,” Crosshair mumbled.

“Oh, okay,” Wrecker answered, disappointment obvious in his tone.

“What is it?”

“Do you really think Jainey’s down there?”

Crosshair’s breathing stilled for a moment. “I- I don’t know what to think.”

Wrecker nodded, scowling at the floor.

Crosshair peeked an eye open. “Why, do you?”

“How else did Sinya get that burn?”

“It is possible that Sinya acquired her injuries elsewhere and traveled here before collapsing,” Tech pointed out.

Echo scowled, turning to look at Runi. “Could she have made it far with those wounds?”

“Possibly,” she replied. “Only a couple of the cuts needed stitches, but most weren’t very deep. I don’t think we can rule anything out.” –

Sinya woke slowly, her brain barely catching up to her slowly opening eyes. She could hear something- someone? The blurry colors of a person.

“-sy, easy.”

That voice was so familiar. Why was that voice familiar?

“You’re on our ship,” the blurry figure’s voice said. “You’re safe.”

Sinya’s eyes finally came into focus on the person in front of her.

Oh, that’s why, she thought. He’s a clone. Same face, same voice.

Something like a klaxon sounded in the back of her head, but it was far away.

“Can you hear me, Sinya?” the clone asked. “Do you- do you remember who I am?”

“Clone,” she mumbled.

The clone huffed a small laugh. “Well, yeah. You’re not wrong there.”

“You’re- aren’t I,” she stumbled over her words a few times, trying to place the exact question she meant to be asking. “I’m s’possed to be scared of you, aren’t I?”

Clone’s eyebrows furrowed a little. “I don’t want you to be scared of me,” he said. “Why are you supposed to be?”

There was a slight pain in her head and her body suddenly felt like it was too heavy. “You- y-you’re a hunter, right?”

“Yeah, I’m Hunter,” he answered, confusion crossing his expression even more.

Sinya felt like she was quickly falling back into her consciousness. When did she stand up from the exam table? “You’re lookin’ for people like me.”

“No- no, I’m not-”

“Clones are killing the Jedi,” she whispered, the alarm growing louder and louder. She was backed into a corner. “P-please, Hunter, don’t-”

“I’m not gonna-”

“Please don’t hurt me. I-I-I’m not part of the order anymore. I left- please-”

“What’s going on?” a woman appeared in the doorway. “Her vital sensor just set off alarms.”

“Please,” she pleaded with the woman. “He’s trained to kill people l-like me.”

“Hey, hey,” the woman hushed. “Hunter’s not gonna hurt you; none of them are.”

When did five more men get here? How did she end up on the floor?

The woman was just in front of her now. “No one here’s gonna hurt you, Sinya. We want to help you.”

Sinya’s eyes frantically searched the woman’s mismatched pair. Worried. Concerned. Kindness.

She let the woman meet her, her gloved hands resting gently on her upper arms. “It’s going to be okay,” she assured her. “Do you want them to leave?”

Sinya glanced over the kind woman’s shoulder at the herd of men, noting a small child now with them, looking almost as confused as Sinya felt. She nodded a little.

The woman gestured over her shoulder for the onlookers to leave. They hesitated, but left when Hunter and the child started ushering them out.

“H-Hunter can stay,” she rasped.

Hunter’s head turned back at the mention of his name and the woman nodded at him.

“Your name’s Sinya, right?” she asked and Sinya nodded. “I’m Runi. I’m a medic and I helped patch you up.”

“Did a good job of it, too,” Hunter added.

“Do you mind if we go back to the exam table?” Runi gestured to it. “I’d like to make sure none of your stitches pulled, but we can do that right here if you’re more comfortable on the floor.”

Sinya looked at the table. It didn’t look particularly comfortable, but it was probably better to do things there than on the ground. She nodded.

“Okay,” Runi smiled, holding her hands out to help Sinya to her feet. She offered her hand, which Sinya took when she realized the pain in her right thigh.

At the table, Runi began to loosen the bandages wrapped around Sinya’s torso, instructing over her shoulder for Hunter to turn around. She finished unwrapping once he had.

“Alright, it’s looking pretty good,” Runi nodded. “If it’s okay, I’ll get some more bacta on these while I’ve got your dressings off.”

Sinya nodded again, allowing the medic to do her work.

“Sinya,” Hunter hesitated. “Can you tell us what happened?”

“If you’re ready,” Runi interjected.

Hunter narrowed his eyes at her, but didn’t say anything.

“I’m- I’m not sure exactly,” Sinya mumbled. “It’s like everything has been blurred together.”

Hunter scowled at the floor, and Runi nodded her head sadly.

“You were scared that clones were going to hurt you,” she noted.

“Yeah. Ar-” Sinya’s voice cracked. “Argus showed up at my door with a couple of Corries. They- they cut my hand with some kind of device.” She held up her burnt hand, still wrapped in bandages. “They said it was to confirm my identity but I don’t think that’s all it did. Then they tried to arrest me, but I ran. It’s- it’s been a long time since I ran like that.”

Runi watched the other woman with sad eyes. Hunter’s shoulders sagged.

“They chased me, found me where my shuttle crashed on Numidian Prime. They attacked me, but I stole their ship. One of them rigged it to malfunction and drop me out of hyperspace. Crashed outside the city. I think I lost them, but- but I just can’t believe Argus would turn me in like that. I th-thought he loved me.”

Tears were flowing steadily down Sinya’s cheeks as Runi offered a piece of gauze to wipe them. Sinya accepted it with a watery smile.

“It’s not his fault,” Hunter said after a moment. “He didn’t have a choice.”

“What?”

He shifted uncomfortably, hand absentmindedly reaching up to trace the small straight scar on his scalp. “The Kaminoans put a chip in our heads while we were still in the tubes. Said it was to control our anger, but it was really just to control us. Whatever Argus did, it wasn’t him.”

“How could they do that to you?” Sinya sobbed. She didn’t notice the tears brimming in Runi’s eyes as well. “Why- why aren’t you trying to kill me?”

“We were made to be different from the other clones, so they didn’t work. And we had them removed.”

“Sinya, why were they after you?” Runi pressed. “Why would they follow you?”

“I can feel peoples’ presence in the Force,” she said, eyeing Hunter warily. “The two of you here. Yours is familiar, though, Hunter.”

“You’re a Jedi,” Runi whispered.

Sinya smiled sadly. “Not exactly. I was raised and trained in the temple, but when it came time to pick padawans… I wasn’t a desirable apprentice so I was sent to-”

“The Agricorps,” Hunter said. “You told us that’s where you met Jaine.”

“Yeah, I’d been there a few years when she showed up.”

“Your hand, did Jaine hurt you?”

Sinya scowled. “What? No, I haven’t seen Jaine in- in months. I thought she was with you.”

Hunter felt like he’d been punched in the gut. Sinya, Jaine’s best friend, didn’t know what she’d done. “No, she- she’s not.”

The room fell silent, Runi noticing the way Hunter looked like a kicked tooka.

–

A pair of stormtroopers walk through a dark hallway, stopping at a particular cell and punching in the code.

“Get on your feet,” the stormtrooper ordered. “Hands forward.”

Once the prisoner stood, he secured the cuff roughly on the prisoner’s wrists. They activated, humming and glowing green.

“Move,” the other trooper grunted, hitting his rifle against the prisoner’s back.

They led the prisoner past cell after cell of clones. Some looked sick, coughing roughly. Some shivered. Some cried silently. The prisoner wanted to help them, but had already been punished for trying. One that had been transferred here on the same transport as the prisoner stood, giving a silent nod as they passed his cell. Fluke, the prisoner remembered.

The walk seemed to take forever like the troopers had been leading the prisoner to another planet, but they eventually reached the correct room.

A woman, who had quickly become familiar to the prisoner, stood inside, awaiting the prisoner’s arrival.

“Good morning, Jaine,” Dr. Karr said. “How are you feeling today?”

Jaine glared at her. “Why even bother asking? The answer never changes.”

Karr ignored her, gesturing for her to lay on the table. Jaine huffed. She knew she’d end up on the table either way, so she might as well make it a little less painful.

“Doctor Buzzkill joining us today?” she grumbled. She swore she heard one of the stormtroopers snort as they restrained her movement, hard metal straps glowing green and fit perfectly to her body, though the one across her waist was getting loose, she noticed.

“Doctor Hemlock has other matters to which he must attend today,” Karr explained. “You know that it does not go well for you when you insist on using your little nicknames.”

Jaine scoffed. “You still knew who I was talking about.”

“I made an inference based on who has been present for your previous interviews.”

“Oh, is that what these are? ‘Interviews’?” Jaine rolled her eyes. “I’d say they’re ‘interrogations’ at least.”

Karr looked down at her datapad, pressing a few buttons. The IT-O droid hummed to life, hovering up from its place in the corner. Against her will, Jaine shuddered.

“You are aware of the questions Doctor Hemlock would like you to answer,” Karr said. “If you would only cooperate, we wouldn’t have to use the droid.”

Jaine scowled. “I’ve already told him and you that I don’t know-”

“‘How it works’,” Karr finished for her. “So you’ve stated.”

Jaine glared in Karr’s direction.

“Begin,” Karr instructed the droid.

It hovered ominously toward Jaine, long needle brandished.

She hissed as it entered her neck, narrowly missing the scar tissue.

The serum burned as it entered her body. She set her jaw tight. She wouldn’t be talking for at least the next hour.

“Tell me,” Karr began. “How do we find Clone Force 99?”

Jaine’s lips parted in a small gasp. Karr took in the confusion on her face.

“You served as their medic during the war. You became familiar with their tactics. How do we locate them?”

Jaine schooled her expression, forcing it back into a carefully crafted neutral. “Clone Force 99 is in possession of something Doctor Hemlock needs,” Karr continued. “You were with them for some time. You know how they operate and you’re going to tell us how to find them.”

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