#Sev Republic commando

[corrie-guard-things]

Taught myself how to use the animation feature on CSP just to do this (inspired by this post by @alabyte)

it's unpolished af but idc i love them

[sweetheartsnips]

The 'Man' in Commando Part 1

Rating: Mature/18+/ MINORS DNI! BE GONE!

Pairing: RC-1207 Sev x Fem!Reader (Bartender)

Wordcount: 1.9k

Summary: A female bartender at 79s comes across one interesting Republic Commando among the hundreds of troopers she serves every day.

Warnings: Submissive reader, Sub/Dom undertones, mentions of (fake) blood, Glove kink, Voyeurism (if you squint), Alcohol consumption, Drunkenness (in patches),

A/N: My second ever fic, and my first that gets 'intimate'. I have no idea what I am doing. I have been playing Republic Commando and I wrote this in horny jail and should be punished for my sins. Please go easy on me.

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Your job wasn’t overly glamorous, but it sufficed. The countless shinies trying to get you in bed and the wrangling of intoxicated troopers got old very quickly, as did the neon lighting and the smell of unshowered soldiers. Tonight, 79s was packed to the rafters. Hundreds of clones danced, drank and unwound under the blanket of cheap, flickering neon lighting. The GAR was celebrating from a successful campaign in the Expansion Region, as you had heard from every second trooper chewing your ear off. 

The bar was a mess. One of your service droids was out of operation, falling victim to flying glass of spotchka that was hurled over the bar. Pouring yet another round of shots, you placed the last one on the tray, picked it up and turned to carry it over to the larrikin of a trooper that probably shouldn’t have been allowed to order more drinks. Before you could even take one step, a stray service droid was underneath you, tripping you and spilling a whole round of shots all over your front, the droid, and the floor. 

“Kriff, AZI!” You shouted. More items to the list of things that had gone wrong tonight. 

An even stickier floor and another broken droid. “Get that trooper another round”, you muttered to the nearest functioning droid. Collecting yourself, you stood up and brushed some stray hairs behind your ear. Before you could turn to make your way to the backroom to get changed, something, someone, caught your eye. 

A T-shaped blue visor glowed through the crowd, pushing shinies aside, as he followed three other familiar troopers. The famed Delta Squad. Except this time, the fourth member of the quartet was with them. He was the most striking, and the most intimidating. A blood-coloured handprint stained the face of his helmet, down his arms and splattered over his chest. He followed his brothers, yet kept his distance. Shinies cleared their way for them, for him, as if he had the blue shadow virus. He was the only one out of his brothers that still donned his helmet. The buzz of troopers and thumping of the music faded into the background as you watched him curiously. Who was this commando? 

In your trance you hardly noticed that he had separated from his brothers and was approaching the bar. Approaching you. 

Snapping out of it, you greeted him, “What can I get for you, commando?”, offering him a smile.

“Whiskey. Neat please”. His charming, gravelly voice startled you. He didn’t sound like any of the other clones. His voice was deep, harsh, and sounded like could take out a battle droid in itself. 

“No worries”, you said, clearing your throat that was suddenly dry, “Coming right up”. 

You turned your back to the trooper, reaching to the top shelf for some of your finest whiskey. Not that this bar carried anything overly remarkable. You felt your ill-fitting tight shirt ride up as you reached above your head,  embarrassment blazing across your cheeks as you felt the trooper’s eyes burning into your exposed skin, even through the helmet he still wore. Why does this commando intimidate you so much? You deal with troopers every day. But he was different. 

You grabbed a hold of the bottle and turned to him. You could feel his eyes meet yours through his helmet. Your eyes lingered for a fleeting moment, but soon broke his gaze. you poured his drink and sparked up conversation to try and relieve your nerves. 

 “I hope that isn't real blood, commando, because I may just have to have you removed from the premises.” You raised an eyebrow, still pouring the whiskey. He didn’t respond. 

“I know that you’re a soldier and all, but having blood smeared across your bucket isn’t exactly appropriate, let alone appetising.” You teased, yet he still didn’t answer. You finished preparing his drink and sat it on the bar in front of where he had since taken a seat. 

“Not talkative tonight?” you asked, desperately trying to relieve the awkwardness that had overcome you.

“Sev. Call me Sev. And I’m quite happy just sitting here listening to you, mesh’la” His baritone voice made your stomach flutter, as did his compliment. It was different coming from him than any other trooper that had tried the same trick on you.  He raised his hands to grip either side of his helmet and slowly removed it, revealing himself. Thick, glossy curls of jet black hair curtained his tanned face, his deep amber eyes maintaining eye contact with you. A pink scar sliced from his mid forehead, over his eye and cheekbone, down to his chin. His thick jaw clenched as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, him obviously having caught you ogling at him. 

He wrapped his large, gloved hand around the glass in front of him and raised it to his lips. Sipping his drink, he lowered it back down to sit on the bar. 

“Not bad. You have good taste…….” He trailed off, looking at you with questioning eyes.

“I don’t give my name away to just any charming trooper at my bar”, your snickered, your lips curling into a cheeky smile. 

“So be it, I’ll take that as a challenge.” He teasingly rolled his eyes, rocking in his chair. 

Your eyes lowered to his chestplate, where a set of four numbers carved into the red-stained plastoid stood out. 4982. Interesting, must be his designation number, you brushed your curiosity aside. 

“About the blood”, his thick voice cut in once again, “Don’t worry mesh’la, it may or may not be paint, why don’t you give it the old sniff test and find out” He sneered. 

An incriminating shade of crimson flushed to your cheeks and you felt yourself grow hot, and it wasn’t just the steam from the glass cleaner below you. Wound up, you gathered yourself.

“I don’t sniff clones, commando.” You joked, “Not only is it unprofessional, but the smell of the battlefield isn’t exactly the most pleasant”. 

“79s smells like that every night”, he stated. His gaze felt as if he could read your very thoughts and feelings. 

“I suppose so. I better get back to work”, you shrunk down underneath his gaze and cowered away from the banter. 

You turned away from Sev, nerves or excitement, you couldn’t really tell, still fluttering in your stomach. A very familiar pair of ARC troopers in blue were waiting at the bar for you. 

“Look who is here” Fives says, “My favourite bartender! Somebody has to keep those droids in line!” He gestured at the broken droids still on the bar floor, elbowing his twin and bursting out into laughter. 

“I’ve been too busy to get rid of them, obviously”. You defended. Busy with Sev. 

His laughter fading,  Fives’ gaze slid to look over your shoulder. 

“Mesh’la, ‘t looks like somebody has their eye on you tonight”, Fives acknowledged, nodding in the direction that Sev had been sitting, “We’ll leave you to it”. Fives and Echo turned to go back to the booth where the rest of the 501st regulars sat. 

Once again, that feeling of embarrassment and intimidation flooded over you, despite your false sense of confidence minutes earlier. You could do this, you talk to troopers every night without any nerves. He is just like all of his brothers. 

You slowly turned to see Sev undressing you with his eyes. You suddenly felt stupid in your tight, black blouse and slacks. Swallowing, you walked back over to what was now his side of the bar, avoiding the broken droids on the floor. 

“Can I help you, commando?” You asked, trying to snap him out of his lascivious gaze.

“You know those guys?” He snorted, his eyes slowly lingered down your neck and to your decolletage. 

You ignored his wandering eyes, despite the warmth it built up in your core, and contested.

“They’re here all the time. Unlike you, you’re a new face”, you teased, raising an eyebrow. 

He choked on his drink, stifling a laugh, trying not to break his stoic, mysterious facade. 

“I don’t exactly get a lot of time to celebrate, you know, with the war,” he smirked, the eye contact practically melting you onto the sticky bar floor. 

“Pardon me, sir.” You cooed, fluttering your lashes, laying it on heavily,  “How could I forget, it’s not like I work at a clone bar or anything”. 

You’re not sure what set it off for him, but an animalistic look devoured his amber eyes. 

He leant towards you, a low growl building in his chest. Not sure if you should be scared or aroused, you submitted to him, right in front of the entire bar. Surely he just wanted you close so you could hear him over the noise of the bar, right? His rough, gloved hands caressed your chin oh-so softly as he brought his face closer to yours. His warm breath fanned over your face, a hot blanket of desire beginning to suffocate you. You felt yourself grow wet, his eyes so close to yours. Maker, he put the man in commando. 

He broke your gaze, bringing his lips to your ear, “Listen here,” he whispered, his abrasive voice making love to your ear, “You’re going to give me your commlink number,” he demanded, “you’re going to go home early tonight, you’re going to shower and get into your prettiest number, and you’re going to get comfortable in your bed. I’m going to comm you, you will pick up, and you will give me your name.” The last words slowly trickled out of his lips, fading into the background noise of the bar. 

Maker, you had practically soaked through your panties. They were just as wet as the front of your top from earlier. You needed him.

 “...and I’m going to give you 10 credits for another one of those fancy Chandrillan whiskeys”. The rough pads of his still-gloved fingers maintained the hold they had on your chin, and he brought his lips away from your ear painfully slowly. You swallowed, not knowing what to do with yourself. Your core burning with arousal, your thighs rubbed together uncontrollably. His face was still close enough to yours that you were practically sharing the same breaths. His scar was so intimidating, yet so charming this close. 

“Look at you, mesh’la, in knots for me”, he whispered, maintaining his gaze, “No shiny in this bar has ever had you like this before, has he?” 

You shook your head, biting your lip. Any sense of confidence you had now melted away with your utter submission to him. He released his grip from your chin, allowing you to fulfil his demand for another drink. 

You hurriedly poured it for him, all of your professionalism gone with your confidence. You scribbled your commlink number on a napkin, and sat both it and the drink down in front of him.

He downed it in one sip, got up from his seat, grabbed his helmet and turned to leave. 

“I’ll talk to you later, mesh’la”, he smirked over his shoulder. 

Speechless, you mustered up a nod, trying not to embarrass yourself in front of the numerous other troopers at the bar. 

“By the way, I saw you looking at my chest. Four-nine-eight-two. Four-thousand, nine hundred and eighty two Geonosians. One for every fallen commando.” His charming voice lingered as he turned and made his way back through the crowd of troopers to find the rest of his squad. 

Maker, you practically fainted. He was no shiny at all.

[your-fave-isdoomedbythenarrative]

Can you do Sev from Republic Commando??? Thank you so much!

Sev/RC-1207 from Republic Commando is doomed by the narrative and trying to escape.

[melymigo]

As strange as it seems, Sev is the only one that doesn't make me feel like a burden.😂💖

[mariandjarin]

Short story by @mariandjarin

Them

Eleni Skirata thoughts diary Part 2

Being with Clone Force 99 has been cool, but at the same time, I have felt it like a countdown.

Together, we have done five missions, two of which were part of Echo's rescue.

I don´t know how many more missions we need to do together before Order 66, but I haven't discovered the words to explain to my squad about the inhibitor chips without killing them.

I still haven't discovered why I'm still alive too.

I don't show my force abilities because I would like to say I don't have a bomb that could explode at any moment, but at the same time, I feel a knot in my throat for the important details I am hiding from them.

For now, the only things they know from me are about my buir, my vode, and, of course, Sev.

Something very disgusting for Crosshair, who is still saying that relationship is forbidden

That gray snake can have those comments, but if Sergeant Vau didn't change my feelings, neither will he.

Tech is the one who always tells me where Sev is.

That is the only detail I care to know about him.

No messages, no love letters. Even when I still love him, I want to keep him safe.

Hunter knows I barely can´t sleep at night thinking about what Sev could be feeling outside—he, any of my vode, or even my buir. He has tried to give me comfort when I can´t handle the situation, but he can't make me not have despairing thoughts.

Wrecker´s toy Lula helps me sleep when I can't cry anymore. He is proud that at least that can help me sleep when I have cried enough or am very tired.

Echo is there too. He listens as well as Hunter does.

But that is my emotional situation. On the battlefield or during a mission, I focus on it.

Nothing more than that, and of course above that, my squad status.

One night I was writing in my diary when Crosshair came near me and sat by my left side.

He had a toothprick.

You know how much he loves those toothpicks.

-What are you putting in there, sweetie? Crosshair said with his snake voice.

I stopped writing and turned to look at him. Then I answered.

-Ideas for a speech I will need to give someday.

-A speech, uh? You are not very good at that.- Crosshair said

I noticed, and then I said.- I know, but the good thing about that speech is that it is going to be only for the people I care about.

After that, I got up from the place where I was writing on our ship, and then I started to walk to the space where I sleep.

You are not planning to kill yourself, right? Crosshair asked at the time he followed me.

I gave a sigh, then turned to look at him and said it with an angry tone. - If I wanted to do that Cross, then I would have done it a long time ago without telling anyone. I know you think I am childish and weak, but I also know that feeling what I feel is okay because I am a human being that cares about the people around her and...

Crosshair threw his toothprick to the floor, then he put his right hand behind my head. I didn't know he wanted to do that but he did

-Allow me to remind you how strong you are.- He said

After that, he leaned close to me, and then he kissed me.

I didn't stop him.

I didn't tell him. I didn't want to kiss him.

In a way, I wanted it.

So we kissed each other for a while, and when we finished, we cuddled and slept together.

Important note: Nothing more than that happened.

That surprised me in a way, but I need to say I felt something for him.

It was just like Sev.

Maybe that made me not stop him.

After that night, Crosshair and I began to be more close.

And then yes, more kisses, more cuddles, more of everything except what is most important—of course, nothing of sex.

Sev didn´t know about it.

Or at least he couldn´t because he couldn´t see us in our missions or relax time.

I felt bad in a way, but at the same time, good.

But the love story needed a pause.

I needed to think about how to explain to my squad what I know about Order 66, the inhibitor chips, and Darth Sidious plans.

Love is not the only thing that can't be at war without inner conflict.

Peace is the other thing that is not in wartime and life without inner conflict

[viict0025]

I don't know how it happened.. 🤷‍♀️

[uglybumbo]

For when they meet again.

[papanowo]

i finished playing republic commando last week and just cannot stop thinking ab them

[aka-lorterian]

🫳🫳 ``

[corrie-guard-things]

One of my friends bought me some of his black series to play with :D AND HE HAS ALL OF MY BOIS!!!

We had, a few serious takes,,,

And then some far less serious ones!!

And he had all three of my boys in red!! hanging out together,, and I also had to make them hold hands!

[gamelpar]

sev text posts!! he's alive and back with delta i accept no criticism

fixer | sev | boss | scorch | delta squad

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Clone Helmet Collection III

Follow the hyperlinks for specific, isolated close-ups!

ROW ONE: Hunter | Wrecker | Echo

ROW TWO: Crosshair | Tech | Omega

ROW THREE: Hunter (Mercenary) | Crosshair (Imperial) | Boss

ROW FOUR: Fixer | Sev | Scorch

Art taglist: @the-hexfiles @your-slutty-gf @msmeredithrose @lonely-day3636 @dukeoftheblackstar

@dystopicjumpsuit

You can find more of my art going to my masterlist or by using my art tag!

[melymigo]

I never got over Sev being left behind in Republic Commando, and they want me to get over Crosshair being left behind in The Bad Batch. I'm still grieving... since 2005🖤💔😔

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Están viendo que nunca superé que dejaran atrás a Sev en Republic Commando y quieren que supere que dejaron a Crosshair en The Bad Batch. Sigo en duelo...desde el 2005 :c

[mariandjarin]

Eleni Skirata Diary Part 1

My story

(Eleni Skirata picture created by Canva AI)

Being me, it is funny.

The funniest part of my life is when unexpected situations appear on it.

One of them was falling into a portal and being kidnapped by Jango Fett.

Yes, Boba's father. (Well Boba is his copy actually)

Anyways that bounty hunter kidnapped me and brought me with Count Dooku, and at the end I finished with Kal'buir.

Nothing of that was part of my plans, but it happened in that way.

So, according to Count Dooku, I am special for the things I know about Kamino, the Kaminoans, and Darth Sidious' plans, but I am just a human being.  

What is a mystery to me is that Count Dooku said, "Let her train with the Republic Commandos. Let her become one of them. If some of the Cuy´val Dar ask you why a woman like her is here, tell them she is a special part of the project that cannot be revealed to them or anybody else".

So Jango followed Count Dooku's instructions, and I started training with the Republic Commandos.

I tried to discover the secret that surrounded my person and made me so special to be capture by a Sith Lord, but I didn´t found nothing. (Well not in my republic commando training).

Being a woman surrounded by men like them is difficult because you are the only woman in the training room (without considering Kaminoan women).

My squad was just one of many that trained with Kal'buir, but he helped me a lot during the hard training routines.

I didn't have the condition to be a warrior; I used to work making clinical analyses of blood, urine, and many other substances to give the results to the doctors so they could make the diagnosis of the patients. I didn't used to like my work, but I could say it is easier than Republic Commando training.

Being a woman has its priorities. One of them is that I have my own room. My own space to decorate and sleep or take a nap when I am able to do that. Also, I have my own bathroom.

The only thing I miss a lot is my piano. I used to play a lot of piano, and composing piano songs was my favorite hobby. It's still my favorite hobby, but I haven't played the piano for a long time. 

Also, I like singing. I don't have an Adele voice, but I love singing Mando'a songs, humming the tone of them, or any other song. 

Writing stories is another of my pastimes. So as you can see, I am writing mine.

Anyways, being in Kamino has been different from my home world, where the sun was there most of the time and it looked and felt like a desert. 

The big difference here is that there is nothing more than the training room, storms, and big and violent ocean waves.

(Well handsome supersoldiers are included too).

I used to avoid dates because being the only woman here makes you more interesting to those men, but after a while, I decided to give it a try.

Even when I knew it was risky.

My first date was with a guy called Niner. He is stoic and a gentleman, but which one of these soldiers is not a gentleman?

Ok, I was talking about Niner.

We had our time together. Meeting each other. Sharing pastimes, and yes, I know you want to know if there were some kisses. There were, but most of them were short, and they finished as soon as they started.

It is not allowed to date between comrades, but there is a moment in which you get bored and can't deny your nature. For Niner, well, he didn't know how to take that.

Everything ended two months later. Everyone was ready to ask for the second date, but I didn't want a second date. Niner stole my heart. If he wasn't ready. I decided to wait.

And it was okay until I met Sev from Delta Squad.

There were many stories about Delta Squad. 

Those Republic Commandos were trained by Walon Vau, the mando who has a strill with many privileges, but most of them disturb the inner peace of those around him.  

Well, Sev wasn´t the break rules guy, but we hid our relationship too well until Sergeant Vau discovered us.

That wasn't good. He gave Sev a fight that I won't ever forget. Sev and I were planning to get married, so you can imagine how well our relationship was, but after Vau discovered us, I was reassigned to be a rat lab from the Kaminoanis.

I still have my own room, but I can't go to see any of the boys, or they could be in trouble because of me, and by trouble I mean being killed. 

So, I can't see Kal´buir or the Nulls. I can't even answer their messages. It is like I am in a kind of prison prepared just for me.   

I miss all of them so much. 

Sev is still giving me gifts with love notes in secret. They just appear in my room. Maybe Lord Mirdalan is helping him. (Ok, that would be weird, but please, that strill is smart. All of them are smart). 

Even when this time I have had only for myself has been difficult, I have discovered that I can use the force, and I am very good at it!

Maybe that is what Kamionans, Count Dooku, and Dark Sidious were waiting for when I could use the force, but how? As their sith apprentice?   

I am not interested in those guys, but they could say something like, "We are going to kill your family if you don't do that."

In that case, I will need to use Plan B: Find me and make me do it if you can.

Where would I escape?, I don´t know yet, maybe I could go to the Jedi temple and train in their ways, but that could be difficult for the Jedi because I will involve them in my trouble.

Anyway, today I received a letter with an assigment. It says I am going to be part of...

Clone Force 99?!

Ok, I wasn't expecting that, but to tell you the truth, Darth Sidious and his plans always have a purpose.

Those clones are different to the other groups.

Let´s see what we can learn from each other and I will try to discover what is my part in Darth Sidious plans. (Without killing my new squad).

[toomanyteefs]

Poor Boss having to wrangle these fools.

[alabyte]

«The council will decide your fate»

Just a silly meme I made for our current RP admin chat depending on the characters we play as