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Clone Wars Adventures - "Orders", vol. #4

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Clone Wars Adventures - "Orders", vol. #4

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I need some very specific and in-depth help.

I need a full timeline of what happens before, during, and after Order 66.

This includes:

Ahsoka and Maul on Mandalore

Obi-Wan and Grievous on Utapau

The clones. I mean all of them. Where is the Star Corps, where is the 212th, where is the 501st, where is the 41st (they're with the Batch, right?), where is the Wolfpack

How long does Anakin have visions of Padme dying?? Is this, like, once, or does it plague him for a while

Where does Mace Windu come in before all this

uhhh what else am i forgetting

How long before the Order did Tup's chip malfunction?

And also:

where is Delta Squad? I don't think we ever see them during the Order in the books or the game, but I could be mistaken

and Aiwha Squad. As far as I know, they executed the Order, but I don't remember if it was at the end of their comics or if it is just implied off-screen.

If you're a loremonger, I would really appreciate some help. I'm writing a fic, and I need to make everything as canon-accurate as possible for my own sanity.

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Sanctuary part 2

Chapter 11: Mando’ad

A/N: My kids are at their dad’s this weekend and it dawned on me that I haven’t posted a chapter! My weeks are so busy in the run up to the stupid summer holidays 🤣 got the delight of sports days next week. Oh. Yay.

Mando’a translations:

Aiwha-bait - derogatory term for Kaminoans

Di-kut - equivalent of idiot

Me’sen - ship

Osik - equivalent to shit

Uj’alayi - is like a sticky cake. (Also where Fi gets his nickname uj’ika (little cake as a literal translation) for Stitch.)

Shabuir - motherfucker

Aruetii - non mandalorian, outsider

Warnings: 18+, mentions of experiments, many feelings, probably incorrect interpretation of legend clones, repeat of info we’ve already had but the Batch hasn’t.

Word Count: 5.5k+

Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Masterlist

1 month since Setron

“Uh, Tech?” Wrecker looked out of the open ramp, his helmet kicked up to his forehead.

“Yes?”

“You said this was a…town?”

“I distinctly clarified it as a settlement.”

“Don’t look like much,” Wrecker grumbled. Tech walked past the bigger clone, glancing outside and giving the smallest of shrugs under his armour.

“It is what some people might call, a backwater settlement. Which is perfect for us.”

“Tech’s right.” Hunter appeared, checking his vibroblade by drawing it from the vambrace slightly. “It’s remote, away from the Imperial occupation and we can stock up on supplies. We might even blend in.”

Wrecker scrunched up his face. “Doubt I can.”

“Being a Mandalorian is a choice,” Tech called from the cockpit. “Not a race.”

“C’mon Wrecker. Sooner we get supplies and fuel, the sooner we can continue looking for them.”

Them. You and Omega thrown together in one word. It protected Hunter from feeling the slice of agony whenever he said your names. It never dulled, that sharp edge of his guilt.

Hunter had noticed, since Setron, Tech opened up more. He spoke to his brothers about his previous searches rather than hiding away and suffocating in his own loss. Tech now looked at them as fellow sufferers. Hunter knew you had been a blow for the whole squad, but Tech felt it the most. Omega, they all felt on the same level, and Hunter assumed that was Tech’s reasoning as well. He just needed the time to process it all.

Apprehension gripped Hunter’s stomach more than he would ever admit to Wrecker. They left Tech with the ship, letting him work on some systems that had thrown up an error in their last hyperspace run. Mandalore had been the nearest planet they could land safely and discreetly.

The ship was tucked behind a bank of trees, a few klicks north of the settlement, Enceri. They were flanked by a forest and there was a lake nearby, not how they imagined Mandalore at all.

“Feels weird,” Wrecker started, glancing over at Hunter.

“I know,” Hunter breathed. He could feel that telltale crawling sensation at the back of his neck as they approached the muddy road which seemed to be the main throughway. They were being watched.

A market stretched along the well used path, dotted with some shops and a cantina all surrounded by residential buildings. Speeders were parked up or being used to haul items or people.

And everyone was geared up. Armour of all colours, designs, men and women, even children. Some with their helmets covering their faces, others were holding them in a way that Hunter found achingly familiar. All turned to observe the strange newcomers. Hunter kept himself walking, cautiously taking stock of his surroundings, Wrecker large and imposing just one step behind.

He had questioned Tech if this as a good idea, coming to a planet of people that would start a fight if someone looked at them wrong, but they’d had no choice. Supplies were low and this was the nearest, Imperial empty, landing site. Tucked away in the northern hemisphere, they should be able to come and go — hopefully — unnoticed.

Hunter approached the black doors of the cantina, tracking mud into the run down establishment. He noticed the lull in conversations at their entrance. Considering it was a trading post, it didn’t seem like they got many outsiders in these parts. People openly gawked at their armour, eyeing Wrecker’s size with a little trepidation. Some with an open challenge in their glare.

The elderly woman at the bar watched their approach, her eyes narrowed almost to slits. Hunter squared his shoulders and tucked away everything that made him human. Slipping into his soldier persona, his senses tingled when someone entered behind them.

For a beat, the women made no attempt to acknowledge them beyond staring, but when she spoke Hunter wished he had brought Tech. Her scowl deepened the wrinkles on her face, the same words falling from her but in a sharper tone.

“What do we do?” Wrecker whispered via the internal com, easing himself into a position that attempted to block the interaction from the nearest tables.

“Do you know the best place to buy supplies?” Hunter asked the barmaid. He didn’t expect her mouth to twist with mistrust. Her arms crossed and Hunter heard the scrape of a chair on the uneven floor. His fingers flexed, ready to pull his weapons if needed.

He knew a handful of Mando’a due to Echo and you, and he didn’t think calling the barmaid a di’kut would do him any favours. Her wizened gaze slid to the side, asking a rough question to a mandalorian that had appeared beside them. He nodded and replied in kind, holding up a gloved hand showing three fingers. She tutted and breathed a word that sounded like aruetii. Not that Hunter had any idea what that meant.

“Come and sit with me,” the Mandalorian said, jerking his head to highlight an empty table in the corner. “Your size is making people nervous,” he said with a chuckle, clapping Wrecker on the shoulder. The brothers exchanged looks through their helmets, not really having a choice when the stranger pointedly waited at the table for them.

The chair creaked alarmingly under Wrecker’s larger frame, but Hunter’s attention was on the Mandalorian. He had taken off his helmet, revealing messy dark blonde hair and a beard. His eyes roamed over them knowingly, and he seemed utterly at ease. The helmet was placed on the table, his arm spread across the back of the empty chair.

“You’re from Coruscant,” Hunter observed quietly, puzzled by the man before him. His accent was twisted. But the crispness of Corscanti was there still.

“Once.” He nodded and smiled at the barmaid when she dumped three drinks of something black and strong smelling on the table followed by three high sided bowls of food that looked like red soup. Hunter and Wrecker sat their stiffly, not wanting to take their helmets off and reveal their faces. “You’re safe here,” the stranger said dismissively. “Eat.”

“We don’t even know your name,” Wrecker’s voice was low and gravelly, his attempt at talking quietly.

“Call me Bardan. And you are…?” Hunter stared at the cups and bowls. He could see some people still glancing their way, but since Bardan had sat with them, attention had shifted away. Carefully, he slipped his helmet off, placing it on the table.

“I’m Hunter, this is Wrecker,” he explained. Bardan barely looked at Hunter’s face, already eating the soup he’d ordered. “S’good,” he mumbled, pointing at the dishes. “Eat.”

Wrecker followed suit, putting his helmet on the table and dragging a bowl closer to him. “Starvin’,” he mumbled, giving Hunter a sheepish look before tucking in.

Hunter was burning to ask questions, his mouth opened to start when someone else swept into the cantina. Making a beeline straight for their table. He cut an imposing figure in a blue set of armour, waving a hand at the barmaid and then patting Bardan heavily on the shoulder as he sat down. He had no qualms about removing his helmet, revealing a face that Hunter and Wrecker knew all too well.

“Bard’ika,” he said in greeting. “Don’t look so stunned,” the newcomer grinned. “Not seen a face like mine before?”

“You’re a reg,” Hunter observed. Bardan didn’t seem phased by his companion being a clone and it explained his uninterested reaction when Hunter and Wrecker took their helmets off.

“Ouch. A reg huh?” The conversation paused as a new drink and soup were delivered to the table. “I think you’ll find I am no ordinary, reg.” Hunter threw his memory back to Kamino. He knew of the Gen ones, like Rex. ARCs, Commandos… the Batch were slightly younger, trained separately from the bulk of the GAR so they could hone their unique talents. He vaguely recalled a mention of some specialist squads, black ops that worked like his squad had done. “Name’s Mereel.”

Bardan lazily gestured when he introduced them. “Big guy’s Wrecker. This is Hunter.”

“Ah,” Mereel nodded, understanding dawned in his liquid gold gaze. “You’re 99s, I heard you’re as defective as us Nulls. Of course, the Kaminoans designed you that way. We were a mistake.” Hunter pushed his bowl of soup towards Wrecker who took it silently and began to eat it.

“You were trained by the Mandalorians in Kamino?” Mereel took a swig of the black drink before responding to Hunter.

“We were.”

“What are you doing out here?” Wrecker asked.

“Living,” Bardan replied, nursing his own drink. Hunter leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“You are trying to find out why we’re here. We just want supplies and then we’ll be on our way.”

“You’re looking for someone,” Bardan hunched over his ale, noticing the way both the clones tensed at his words.

“What’s it to you?” Wrecker rumbled, clearly on the defence.

“You’re not with the Imperials,” Bardan observed. “You’re clones, yet I feel a sense of urgency from you both.”

“Like I said,” Hunter lowered his tone and stressed each word. “We want supplies and then we will leave.”

“At ease,” Mereel told him. “You’re safe here, as long as you don’t tell anyone else you can’t speak Mando’a,” he let out a rough laugh. “We can give you supplies. Your ship is on our doorstep and Kal’buir wants to meet you anyway.” Something clanged in Hunter’s memory at the word but he couldn’t place it. Not now.

“This feels like a trap,” Wrecker whispered to Hunter, as Bardan and Mereel stood up and gathered their helmets, talking between themselves.

“They know where our ship is. What if they have Tech?” Hunter worried, picking up his own helmet. “We need to see this through.” Wrecker blew out a breath, clearly unhappy but like Hunter, he couldn’t see another option either.

Mereel and Bardan walked with them back to the ship. Occasionally Mereel would ask a question, easily drawing out a laugh from Wrecker with his easy smiles and personable approach. Hunter stayed wary. He wanted to see Tech was unharmed before he even considered trusting these people. Even if they were clones.

By the time the Marauder materialised through the trees, Hunter could feel the tension in every line of his body. He didn’t wait, charging up the still open ramp only to find Tech beneath a console in the cockpit. Wires hung down, his gloved hands twisting them, not acknowledging Hunter at all.

“Tech.” He was relieved to see his brother unharmed and seemingly oblivious to everything around him except the ship.

“I am fixing the sensor array wiring,” Tech answered as if that explained anything. “Was the supply run successful?”

“We have company.” Now Tech peered at him through the dangling wires.

“Who?”

“Someone called Bardan and a clone called Mereel.” Hunter watched him slide out from under the console, sitting up to rest his elbows on his cocked knees.

“What are their intentions?”

“Unknown,” Hunter replied gravely. “We landed on their doorstep, apparently.” Tech was up and tapping on the ships controls, referring to his datapad.

“I conducted a comprehensive scan of the area and not a single residence was registered within the immediate vicinity.”

“It wouldn’t be.” Both the clones turned to face Mereel who had boarded silently. His eyes travelling over the Marauder, letting out a soft, appreciative whistle. “We have taken great pains to hide Kyrimorut.”

“Kyrimorut?” Hunter questioned.

“Literally translated it means end haven,” Tech supplied, adjusting his goggles.

“We call it home,” Mereel said. “Keeps us safe, away from that shabuir, who calls himself Emperor.” He turned, leaning against the door hatch. “Modified Omicron Class shuttle…you’ve got some serious weaponry on this me’sen. Seen plenty of action, judging by the marks and dents on the hull.” Tech almost visibly bristled at Mereel’s observation.

“We have not remained in one location a sufficient amount of time, to complete any cosmetic repairs.”

“Yeah. I know what that’s like.” A sharp whistle sounded from outside and Mereel grinned at them over his shoulder. “Buir is here.”

“Buir,” Tech muttered. “Means father.”

“How do they have a father?” Hunter frowned.

“I theorise, they address him as Buir, akin to how Stitch referred to Jango Fett. Mandalorians adhere to a creed where loyalty holds a greater significance than blood ties. This leads me to conclude it is plausible they adopt more than we realise.” They descended the ramp where Wrecker waited at the bottom, his helmet kicked up but watching the strange group with suspicion.

Two other armour clad Mandalorians as well as a cart full of fuel and supplies had arrived. One was a clone that was talking to Mereel and Bardan, the other was an older man. His brown hair was starting to grey, but his blue eyes were sharp and didn’t seem to miss a thing. He smiled at Tech and Hunter, limping a little when he came forward with a hand outstretched.

“Kal. Skirata. Bard’ika commed ahead and told us you needed supplies.”

Hunter took his offered arm and they clasped each other’s forearms. Tech seemed a little perplexed, but then no one had asked to greet him in such a way before. It felt unnatural, so he flexed and shook his hand after the contact. He didn’t like that way of greeting.

“Why are you helping us?” Hunter asked.

Kal cast his gaze through the trees. “Wouldn’t be much of a clone saviour if I didn’t at least fill your ship with food before you disappear.” Bardan came to stand next to him with Mereel and the other clone. “Kyrimorut is a refuge I built for clones after the war. I adopted this lot,” Kal gestured to the two clones beside him and they smiled identical smiles. “And plenty more. Some still in enemy hands.” He took a breath as though such a thought pained him greatly. “Bard’ika informed me you’re looking for someone.” Tech shoved past Hunter drawing the groups attention.

“Two people actually. One is an adult female and the other an adolescent female. We believe they are both being held by an Imperial scientist known as Hemlock.” Kal’s expression darkened at Tech’s words.

“I know of him. Disgusting human,” the man spat with vitriol. “If you’re seeking him though, you won’t get far. We even have someone on the inside and we still can’t pinpoint exactly where the base is.” Tech sucked in a deep breath, tapping on his bottom lip as he thought for a moment.

“Are you able to converse with your contact?”

Kal stepped aside, gesturing to the new clone. “Jaing, this is your playground.”

“Let me show you what we have.” Tech gave a curt nod, his expression was serious but there was a light of excitement in his gaze as he led Jaing into the ship.

“I’ll refuel the ship,” Wrecker offered.

“Need a hand?” Mereel moved the cart closer to the side of the ship at Wrecker’s nod.

Hunter turned his attention to the man they referred to as Bard’ika. He knew that was a term of affection, it was one of the few things he did know about the language. But something about Bardan made his senses take notice. It rolled over his skin, leaving a wake of tiny hairs on end and it was a sensation he recognised from you.

“You’re a Jedi.” Bardan grimaced when Hunter spoke.

“I used to be. I’ve moved away from that now, for obvious reasons.”

“More Mando’ad than anything. Ain’t ya son?” Kal draped an arm over Bardan’s shoulders and tousled his hair with a smirk. “Nothing gets past you, does it Sergeant?”

“Not anymore. Not since the war.”

“What a horrible time that was,” Kal sighed. “Still, I have to be grateful or I wouldn’t have my sons. None of them.” He became solemn, fixing Hunter with an intense stare. “You ever find who you’re looking for, you can come straight back here. I know you won’t settle before that, not when a youngling is missing. But there’s always room here for more.”

“That’s quite an offer,” Hunter said, not wanting to give a definite answer.

“Yeah, and here’s another,” Kal held out a hand with a data chip.

“What’s this?”

“Bank account. For your squad. It’s untraceable, Jaing worked his magic. Regular payments will be made into it for as long as you need.” Hunter took the chip, unable to see a way of saying no. First thing he’d do would be to hand it to Tech and verify it was just a data chip.

“Uh, thanks.” He still felt on edge, not really understanding why all of them were offering so much after meeting them once. But then, the squad had instantly taken you in as soon as you tried to shock Tech back at the slavers compound.

“The woman you’re looking for,” Kal said slowly. “Who is she?”

“Our medic,” came Hunter’s short reply. The less they knew about you the better.

“Always important,” Kal mumbled, exchanging a quick, knowing glance with Bardan. “Jaing will probably spend hours bringing your brother up to speed.”

“Tech,” Hunter supplied.

“Tech. Suits him.”

“They’re all fuelled and loaded up, Kal’buir.” Mereel pushed a now empty cart. “I see Besnay gave them a whole uj’alayi.” He pouted slightly.

“It’s good too!” Hunter turned to see Wrecker standing in the hatch, already eating something that looked like a cake.

“She’s a good one. Ordo’s wife has taken to a mandalorian kitchen like she was born to it,” Kal enthused.

“Gave Wrecker some explosives to add to his collection,” Mereel continued, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at the ship. “He’s got enough in there to make even Darman jealous.” Kal’s expression became strained, humming in agreement so he didn’t have to form words.

“Hunter!” Tech’s cry from within the ship spurred him to react quickly, bursting into the hold and coming to an abrupt stop. Jaing was sat at the console, Tech was holding his datapad but his attention was fixed on the screen.

“What is it?” Then he looked at the screen, suck in a breath at the sight.

“We had contact with Niner a rotation ago, until he went dark.” Jaing’s jaw flexed. “I have managed to download a few moments from Niner’s HUD the rotation before and found this,” Jaing explained.

“Tha’…that’s Stitch!” Wrecker gasped, the cake forgotten in his hand.

The picture was a frozen break in time. Your hands were bound, sat at a table in a room that had barely anything in. Your eyes were closed with blood streaking down your face, running into your mouth. Hemlock stood beside you, an openly sinister, gleeful expression lit up his face.

“What is that?” Hunter asked, referring to the device that hovered above the table, seemingly in pieces before you.

“That is a holocron.” Bardan had followed, looking over Hunter’s shoulder with a passive expression. “Kal’buir, he’s opening holocrons.”

“Osik,” the older man muttered. “Nothing doing right now,” he gruffly said but clearly not happy. “That’s not our business.”

“I don’t recognise her,” Bardan said more to himself than anyone else. “She looks familiar though…is she a Jedi?” Jaing pressed some buttons and brought up files that had classified scrawled across them.

“She was never at the temple, Bard’ika. She was…raised by Jango Fett?” Jaing spun round to catch Kal’s eye. The latter sighed, leaning forward to squint at the screen. “Says here she’s…well I’ll be damned!” Jaing pointed to another file. “This is part of the information I skimmed from Kamino since, well since I was old enough to do it.”

“You were in the barrels of their databanks by the time you looked 4, son.” Kal gave a snort of amusement.

“We weren’t the first clones.” Jaing shook his head in disbelief. “They attempted cloning a Jedi first.” Bardan stiffened.

“What?” Hunter demanded coldly.

“Says here, in layman’s terms, Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas offered his DNA to see if the aiwha-bait could make more Jedi. Every attempt failed, none survived except one. Designation JC-005.” Jaing took a deep breath. “This was erased from the Kaminoan files, after she was smuggled from Kamino by Sifo-Dyas himself.” He scrolled through the file. “The report implies she had a midi-chlorian count, with an estimated end count of around 9,000.” Hunter was reeling from the news that you were a clone. The clone of a Jedi. Jaing continued in his narration. “I can’t tell if Hemlock has this information but he,” here Jaing swallowed and glanced up at Tech who had been still as a statue this whole time. “He’s been experimenting on her.”

“What do you mean?” Hunter demanded. “How?” His insides were rolling. You were alive. And you were being used. He felt sick, what if Hemlock was experimenting on Omega too? He had to get you both out of there.

“It will take time to crack into those files,” Jaing explained. “They’re locked down tight.”

“How do you still not have a location for this base?” Hunter’s words were sharp but none of the men around him flinched. If anything they all carried depressive weights of their own at this news, haunted by unseen shadows none of them could shake.

“Hemlock has implemented extensive measures to conceal the whereabouts of his base,” Tech spoke up. Clearing his throat before his spoke again. “It appears the location is promptly erased from a ship’s navigational system.”

“Can’t you track it through Niner’s signal?” Tech shook his head at Hunter’s question.

“The signal to Niner’s HUD is being deliberately dispersed throughout the system in an attempt to obscure the destination point, and encryption from the HUD further distorts the origin point.”

“So they’re nearby?” Hunter asked.

“We believe so,” Mereel answered. “Just because this narrows it down to a single system, doesn’t mean it will be easy to find.”

“I can give you a copy of everything I have,” Jaing offered, addressing Tech with a softness to his expression that Hunter hadn’t seen before. Tech gave a curt nod, handing over his datapad. He didn’t look at anyone, moving around them until his steps descended the ramp and faded into the trees that surrounded the ship. Hunter’s chest expanded, torn between wanting to question everyone here until they gave him some solid intel and following Tech.

“I’ll go,” Wrecker whispered, disappearing outside.

Hunter fixed Jaing with a glare. “I want to know everything you know. You’re still withholding things from us.” The Null grinned but it wasn’t in amusement.

“Take a seat, sarge, because we’ve seen your youngling. And your medic.”

Tech had no idea how long he walked for. His feet wouldn’t stop. There was an urgency inside him, almost like a vibration that resonated through his entire body. He had to move.

He knew you were unique. He should have seen the signs, the obvious intelligence you possessed, your apparent natural born skill with healing and how quickly you absorbed information, utilising it immediately. Your extraordinary resilience, he had put it all down to being half raised by Jango Fett. He had failed you. Failed to see beyond your midi-chlorian count, not looking deeply enough into why the Empire wanted you.

The holocron opening before you meant something. You weren’t a Jedi, or an obvious force user. His mind was leaping to wild assumptions such as; Hemlock could have secured someone who was able to teach you. Jedi abilities grew over time, nurtured from a young age, a step that had been missed with you. Maybe his experiments on you enhanced it all, somehow?

With a quiet shake of his head, Tech rubbed a spot on his chest plate. Not that it eased the breathless ache which resided there, every hour in every rotation. A constant burning reminder of his loss, of missing you.

Trees passed him, the lake would normally have held his attention but right now, he barely saw it. The world blended into a blur which made him blink rapidly. It wasn’t until there was no change that he realised, he was cause of such distortion.

He shifted his goggles, moving them to rest on his forehead so he could press fingertips to his cheeks. They came away wet. Tech wasn’t one for crying. He didn’t think he’d done it since he was a young cadet back on Kamino.

They were raised tough, as soldiers, emotion never came into it. They were never taught how to manage it or even acknowledge it. Tech had always prided himself on his sense of detachment, he had seen how intense emotions could skew the mind, even his brothers had been prone to it.

But now, he couldn’t escape. Tech fell into a crouch, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. It did nothing to ease the burn, or stop the hitch in his throat when he tried to take a breath. He felt so raw and open in this moment, unable to quell the rush now the barriers had been lifted. Sobs beat his chest like rapid thunderclaps. The image of you with blood on your face, sores on your wrists and the hungry, devouring way Hemlock looked at you, would not leave the darkness behind his hands.

All of it choked him, folding Tech in on himself until he couldn’t find a way out of the mess. He was unaware of his surroundings, not hearing Wrecker approach from behind.

Strong arms wrapped around Tech and Wrecker squeezed. The big clone dropped to sit on the floor, leaning back against a tree and gathering Tech to him. It distressed Wrecker to see his brother suffering so deeply, so openly. So he did the only thing he could think of.

Tech didn’t fight, grateful to lean back into Wrecker and use him as a grounding technique. It took him back to a moment when they were small boys, trapped in an exercise where they were exposed to live ordnance for the first time.

Crosshair had faced it with a snarl, supporting Hunter who struggled with the noise and pressure. Wrecker had sheltered all his brothers, apparently fearless in the face of the heat waves that rolled over them. Tech had succumbed to panic, overwhelmed from everything happening at once. The noises disorientated him, the lights hurt his eyes and the feel of it all made him want to scratch his skin off.

Wrecker had carried him for most of the exercise and it was in that moment, Tech decided he wasn’t going to be a burden. He knew he was different to his brothers, with how he experienced the world, and he worked to not let it hinder him or them.

“She’s alive,” Wrecker breathed when Tech calmed down. His arms were looser, but he still caged Tech against him. “At least we know they are together. And Crosshair.”

The sun was beginning to lower, a chill from the ground was starting to seep through their armour, so Tech tapped Wrecker’s vambrace. The human cage fell away and Tech felt the emptiness that hollowed him out. He wouldn’t be complete until you were back with them.

“We should return.”

“I think Hunter is grilling ‘em.”

“They do not know the location,” Tech told him as they both stood, brushing off twigs and leaves that had attached to them. “If Jaing cannot crack the encryption, I shall also have no success.” Wrecker looked downcast, always wearing his heart on his sleeve.

“Stitch and Omega, they’re tough.” It sounded almost like a plea, he was desperate for his own reassurance and Tech saw that for once. He agreed, you were strong, having faced so much adversity through your entire life, Tech had no doubts you were surviving this ordeal too. Then his thoughts switched gears.

“Hemlock said he wanted Omega to help Nala Se…” Wrecker moved a branch aside and waited for Tech to pass. “What if he is using Omega to keep Nala Se complacent.”

“What you gettin’ at?”

“Why retain the head scientist,” Tech muttered to himself. “And the clones.” Wrecker didn’t ask another question, letting his brother think and taking it upon himself to clear the way for Tech through the foliage. “It stands to reason, Nala Se may not be there by choice.”

“She’s a prisoner too?”

“Hemlock is unable to advance his experiments, without her expertise. The Empire destroyed Kamino but they extracted everything from it beforehand.” Tech waved a finger and Wrecker lunged to push a thick branch out of the way before Tech walked into it. “The cloning programme would be too valuable to eradicate. He must be using Nala Se’s research. That is how he was able to erase the clone on Coruscant, of his designation and enhance the inhibitor chip.”

The Marauder came back into view. Hunter sat on the steps, playing with his vibroblade while he waited for Tech and Wrecker to return.

“It is highly probable, Hemlock is aware of Stitch being a clone.” Every one of Tech’s words were laden with a despondency.

“Do you think this, Doctor is making more clones?” Wrecker asked hesitantly, his brow furrowed as he tried to understand.

“It is a possibility we simply cannot ignore.” Tech replied grimly.

“Our main objective is getting our squad members out of there,” Hunter said, catching his blade with a flick of his fingers, twirling it round and sliding it home into the vambrace. “Wherever there, is.”

“Where are the others? Did they tell you anythin’ else?” Wrecker asked, peering into the ship.

“They headed back after telling me everything they knew.” Hunter was brooding, staring off into the distance.

“Anything we need to know?” Tech asked, scrutinising Hunter’s reaction.

“We can go through it later,” he finally said, fixing his honeyed gaze on Tech, the frown easing. “All right?”

“I do not think I can appropriately articulate…” Tech started to explain when Gonky appeared in the hatch, garbling his beeps in excitement. Tech stepped past Hunter to the droid and gently ushered him backwards. “Gonky is saying we have received a transmission.”

“Is it Rex or Echo?” Wrecker almost sounded excited as he charged up the ramp with Hunter.

Tech settled in the pilot’s chair, pressing buttons on the control panel and bringing up an encrypted message on the console.

“Well?” Hunter prompted, his mistrust evident.

Tech regarded the message for a second. “I can decode it. The message is written using a method I am familiar with.” It felt like it took forever for the message to be translated, when really it only took Tech a few minutes to reveal the message in its entirety.

“Wha’ does…wha’ does it mean?” Wrecker stressed, gesturing at the screen.

“Is this real?” Hunter leaned on the back of Tech’s chair, his eyes fixed on the message.

“I believe it is.”

“Can someone explain!” Wrecker moaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

“It’s Omega,” Hunter said to him. A slow smile began to work across his face. “She made it out. She’s sent us coordinates for a rendezvous.”

“Omega?” Wrecker’s eyes widened as he processed the news and then let out a laugh of relief. “She escaped!”

“It looks like it.” Hunter hesitated before allowing himself to show such relief.

“Wait…wha’ if it’s a trap?” Wrecker suddenly said.

“Unless Omega divulged a particular set of coordinates from our time near Ryloth to the Imperials, I do not believe so,” Tech explained, bringing up the details of Ryloth’s third moon. “I suggest we leave immediately.”

“Yes!” Wrecker cried out, excitement making him loud and he thumped Hunter on the back. “Let’s go get our girl.”

Tech felt pressure on his shoulder, quickly glancing at Hunter’s hand.

“She would not leave Stitch behind,” Hunter murmured. “If she did, for whatever reason, Omega will have a way back to her.” He felt guilty for keeping the intel he had to himself. Jaing had shown him some footage from Niner’s HUD, of you, Omega and Crosshair discussing an escape. Hunter was conflicted, but no one saw the outcome because Niner switched off the feed when he removed his helmet. Omega had made it out and Hunter hoped you were with her at least.

Tech tried to conjure up a smile but he didn’t have it in him. “I always strive for the most optimistic outcome,” he finally said.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go,” chanted Wrecker. Practically throwing himself into the copilot’s chair, flicking switches on the systems that needed priming. “I can’t wait to see her safe and sound and back with us.”

Wrecker and Hunter’s words melted into back ground noise for Tech. He concentrated on lifting the ship off the ground, triangulating the trajectory easily so they could launch into hyperspace as soon as they breached the atmosphere.

He was proud of Omega for getting out, impressed with her lack of detail in the message incase it was intercepted, he couldn’t fault her deliverance at all. Her choice of RP was also excellent. Yet, his stomach felt sick. He wanted to know if you were with her. And Crosshair.

He needed his family back together.

It was the end goal, the final mission. And it all sounded far too good to be true.

[the-starry-seas]

12, 8, 33 and/or 97 for the Star Wars OCs

(And you can use questions from your list, but also do any of them have favorite animals?)

hi!

8) What is their hair color? Heeey my guy Fury! He's a clone who doesn't care to do much with his hair, so it's black, just like Jango's. I do think that he gets a couple bits of grey at his temples before any of his batchmates. His favourite animal is banthas by far.

12) Do they have any tattoos or other markings? How and why did they get them? Bark from the B-Roll squad has a bunch of random dog tattoos. The poorly-drawn kind that were obviously done by a batchmate with no artistic skill, y'know? And she loves all of them. The only one that's actually done well is the set of fangs that look like they're clamping around her throat. She also has a lip ring, a vertical eyebrow piercing on one side, and pierced ears with various dramatic earrings.

33) Is there someone in their family they wish they were closer to? My girl Ray is part of Ghost Squad, which is very close-knit. I think of the squad members, she's least close to Harlow - but that's kind of intentional on his part. He loves them all dearly, but he's also their leader, and he takes that responsibility seriously. Too much, at times! But eventually he lets go of some of the burden of leadership and I think everyone's happier for it. Her favourite animal is an ottobura!

97) What are their religious views? Seryla is aware of some local religions from her homeworld of Glee Anselm. She doesn't put too much stock in any of them, but there's a handful of superstitions that she follows. The Nautolan equivalent of throwing salt over your shoulder, y'know? She doesn't have any major religious beliefs, unless believing in the Force counts. WIth a Jedi sister, she can't exactly deny that! But she does love those thranta from Alderaan and aiwha from Kamino, she thinks they (and any other creatures that look like them) are so cool.

[apocalyp-tech-a]

WIP Title List

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for tagging me, @eclec-tech ! These are all in progress, some are posted already on ao3, some not. Ask away. An Interview with a Clonetrooper Series Apocalyptech CT-8008 Force and Sensitivity Force and Sensitivity II Look Sir Droids Maul [redacted] Observations and Analysis in the Galactic Empire by Tech Technically in the Crosshairs The Darkness of Light Unfinished Business Mayday, Mayday Severe and Unyielding The Last Thing I Remember Hyper Squad Unusual Alliance PART TWO Echo and the Bunny On the Wings of Aiwhas Learning Curve Plan 99 1/2 Snow Falling on Timbers

NPT: @gun-roswell @bi-spaceace @all-hallows-evie @dragonrider9905 @talesfrommedinastation @thecoffeelorian @lifblogs @sinisterexaggerator @archivewriter1ont @bring-backup-99 @wolveria @faceofpoe and whoever else wants to do it! <3

[looseleafteeaves]

T Squad; An Edited List

Important Things to Know:

All of Tea Squad, part is the 713th battalion, is assigned to the Coruscant Temple after the events with Ahsoka’s trial. They are technically part of the Corrie Guard, but focused on General/Tubie General defense rather than politicians and crime

The 713th is almost 80% made of Speedies. The speedies were trained by an Alpha- he was called Aiwha- and IDOLIZE most of the Halfsie Clones

All of T Squad is speedies, meaning they are like 2 years old.

CG VERY quickly began to work with the 713th to use the TCG(Temple Clone Guard) as a leave for the Corries, as the Corries have a similar ratio of Speedies to Halfsies because of decommissioning and reconditionings.

Both are at about 3/4 of the companies they should have. The two cycle through a battalion's worth of CG for TCG as a time. They run on a

The CC in charge of the 713th was part of Fox’s batch. CC-1011 was fast tracked to command after the Need for the 713th became known. Originally, Snake was a medic.

Fox and Snake have only had an swapped on/off shift once, too paranoid about the consequences. (Until the stuff with Ceremony goes down)

713th Companies are: Archives, Fountains, Towers, and Creche Companies.

Towers Company focused on defense of the 5 large towers.

Fountain Company is for defense of the bulk of the main temple, the majority just like the Room of a Thousand Fountains best

Archive Company is focused on defense of both the archives, and the Under levels.

Creche Company is the code name for the mixed company of Corrie Guards and 713th who are on break shift, thier version of leave, and is thus an ever cycling group. They also tend to hang around the Creche and are much beloved by them.

Corrie Guard is also known as 1st Battalion/Home Guard.

Later, Caff(a halfsie clone), Tisane(a speedie medic), Tincture(Tisane’s medic assistant) and Nightcap (a halfsie clone who is from Krell’s battalion) join.

The OG Members of Tea Squad/T Squad

CC 13-8-0526, AKA Sergeant Teapot, they/he, is a Speedie. Teapot is in-charge of a squad in Archive. Teapot’s idol is Commander Cody/CC-2224, after he said one (1) time on Kamino “Nice planning, Tubie.” And its gotten worse since.

CT-13-2639, AKA Oolong, pronouns they/them. Oolong is among the most curious of T-Squad. Oolong also can’t hit the broad side of a starship with a blaster…No one knows how they survived training on Kamino, and Oolong just smirks when people ask.

CT 11-2-2053, AKA Teacup, they/she is second in command. Teacup was in fact voted into the spot because its funny. Teacup is a “short model” (as in 2 inches shorted than most clones). Yes T Squad teases them for it. She makes them take laps through the temple for it.

CT-34-9-8873 AKA Leaf, he/him. basically a little Dogma, but mixed with rules lawyering. Commander Snake loves him dearly.

CT-77-8-8777, AKA Meditate he/she, calls the grouping of Ceremony, Reverie and her "triple 7"

CT-13-1-3777, AKA Ceremony, they/them, Ceremony is HIGHLY interested in Jedi beliefs, and the tenets of the Jedi Order. Ceremony secretly hopes to join the Jedi EduCorps after the war.

CT-77-7-7770, AKA Reverie, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ pronouns, a silly goose who could care less about the war. Reverie is constantly reading and daydreaming. *Note that in the OG post "Brew" replaced the name Reverie, but Reverie refused to have that name.

CT-20-1-3419, AKA Chip, she/her, information specialists. Very good at sneaky, has a guilty pleasure of writing romanance novels.

CT-47-4567, AKA Matcha, she/her, Chip's editor of the romanance novel. Matcha and Yerba are twins, technically. They have the seeming "twin telepathy"

CT-47-4568, AKA Yerba, he/him, Yerba is a contraband enthusist... meaning he makes moonshine, because the normal troopers try and keep the speedies from drinking alcohol.

Other fun info: Aiwha still loves to freak the 713th out but randomly appearing on Coruscant. The Creche loves him.

T squad eventually becomes part of a oversized squad (14 instead of 9 troopers,) due to Senate bullcrap.

JT-F8, the tea droid, has become very fond of all of the Archives Battalion, but also has begun to record the Clone Troopers, and so have many of the JTs. Tea/T Squad is just the one that F8 claimed.

[cienie-isengardu]

Hi, hello, uh, who is your favourite clone ? Better yet-- your top favourite clones !! 👀?

Hi there! In general I prefer the Legends/pre-TCW clones and between them my top favorite are:

Boss & Fixer & Sev & Scorch a.k.a. Delta Squad

Alpha (Alpha-17)

Jangotat (formerly known as Nate, Alpha-98)

RC-1013 (Sarge), Zag, Tyto and Di'kut - Aiwha Squad

Contrail

Hock Malsuum (CT-5539)

Commander Voca

Commander Cody

Commander Bly

Commander Faie

From the TCW - Disney Canon:

Rex

Crosshair

And of course the special mention of Boba Fett :)

[rexwalker-week]

Day 5

Armor

Fanfic

"RexWalker Week 2023" (Ch. 5) - JayJayMorgan / @jayjaymorgan "Nightmare for Others, Dream for the Self" (Ch. 3, 8, 10 & 14) - Aiwha / @battlekilt

Fanart

Illustration - @spacingstars

Wings

Fanfic

"Limitless Sky" - Miss_Fallen / @witchydom "Grooming" - Rekr_Karta / @wolverina2002 "Nightmare for Others, Dream for the Self" (Ch. 3, 10, 13, & 14) - Aiwha / @battlekilt "RexWalker Week Day 5: Wings" - Indominus_Gaming / @jetii-mando

Fanart

Illustration - @sihirbazi Illustration - @squad-724

Art by @ninjigma

[lonewolflupe]

Yes I love this so much <3 Also I'd like to add this Taun We quote from the game's introduction scene:

The aiwha of our world hunt in pods to bring down much larger prey. So too shall you join with three brothers and become fierce hunters for the Republic.

...Now, join your pod and embrace your destiny as their leader. Join Delta Squad.

huh

[crocuta-corvax]

THE MASTERLIST (DUN DUN DUNNNN)

I figured I've made enough stuff now to warrant a master list of my stuffffff- (haha help me what have I gotten myself into)

Some of my art and fics are 18+, so minors, please please please DO NOT INTERACT

✨ Art ✨ Hunter - Hunting For That Bussy - (18+) Crosshair - Subby Crosshair?? - (18+) - Petulant Tech - It's Tech'o'clock - (18+) Wrecker - Wrecker IS the Chair - (18+) - Lovey Dovey Face - Good Soldiers Stay Hydrated Echo - (Next on my to-do list hehehe) Soma Squad (OC) The Squad - Soma Squad Idents - Introducing the Team! - Ruby and Rounds are Fizz's top two pains in his butt Sgt. Krayt - Sergeant Krayt's Armour - Sergeant Krayt loves the squat pose Cpl. Ruby - Introducing my freckled baby boy ❤️

Scomp -

Rounds - Rounds is baby - Rounds' Armour

Fizz -

Tooka - Tooka sleeps weird

Aiwha -

Soma - Just Goofums - Smug Loth-Cat - My Personal Lightsabre Pike Design :> Crovax Reactions - Nolan Is Gross

✨ Fanfics ✨ Hunter - Shopping? Shopping (Part 1) - Isekai (Fluff) Crosshair - Sub Crosshair? Sensory Deprivation?? - (18+) - You Can't Tell Them About Order 66...right? - Isekai - Got Mint? (Part 1) - Isekai (Steamy but not exactly 18+) Tech - (got some in the works bby yisss) Wrecker - Imma Wot?? - Isekai (Fluff) Echo - What The Scomp?? - Isekai (Fluff)

Isekai Bullkark (no pairings, just drabbles) - There Aint No Toilets In Space

[eclec-tech]

Art by Shyranno!

Young Tech's exuberance when learning about new things rubs some of the other cadets the wrong way. Luckily, his squad is there to show him that they appreciate what makes him special.

SFW, family fluff, 1500-ish words

This is my little contribution to Lost and Found: A Bad Batch Zine! This is the original version. It's a tad longer than the zine copy, with an extended intro and cameos from a couple other cadets. I hope you like it!

@thebadbatchzine@shyranno

The large window that allowed Kamino’s ever-present lightning into the barracks of Experimental Unit 99 was dotted with patches of excited breath. The boy responsible was currently as charged as the atmosphere.

“That one is new!”

Crosshair paused his current fidgeting session with the itchy cadet logo on his tunic and turned his attention toward his brother. “What is?”

Tech’s forehead remained glued to the window as he spoke. “That aiwha calf! It was not there yesterday. The alpha cow in the pod has finally had her baby! I wish I had seen it happen. They give birth right over the surface of the water, then the entire pod calls out to the calf to encourage it to leave the water and fly!”

“That’s great, Tech.” Hunter sent a small smirk to his other two brothers. For months they had listened to their inquisitive brother regurgitate every piece of information ever discovered about Kamino’s native cetaceans, nearly becoming experts themselves in the process.

Crosshair and Wrecker grinned back. This was not the first time Tech had become fixated on a subject and unleashed his exuberance upon them. However, this was the first time one of his interests was something found on their own planet. It had given his brothers an idea.

“Well, I’m on clean-up detail with 99 tonight. I’ll see you guys later.”

Tech rounded on his pewter-topped brother. “Again? What is going on with all of you? I seem to be the only one here who has not had to endure some form of punishment for doing something stupid recently.”

Crosshair smiled back wickedly. “Maybe we just know how to have fun and you don’t.”

Tech’s curious expression morphed into an annoyed scowl. “What was it this time?”

“Like you said. Something stupid.” He turned and waved over his shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”

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The next morning was the start of the worst day Tech had ever had.

As soon as breakfast was over and he and his brothers separated for their individualized lessons to hone their enhanced skills, Tech was cornered by a group of cadets who had overheard his mealtime ramblings. They did not share Tech’s enthusiasm for the giant animals outside and they let him know it in no uncertain terms. By the time the next group of cadets found their way into the corridor where the scuffle was occurring, the strap on the back of his goggles had been snapped in half.

“HEY!”

The deeper voice behind them instantly got the attention of Tech’s tormentors. Tech looked up in surprise as five older boys stalked up to where he had been pinned to the wall. Three of them stood between Tech and the other cadets while the other two moved to stand beside him. “The next time we see any of you near this kid, we’re going to hang you upside-down from one of the training tower cannons! Now get lost!” The younger boys scattered, leaving Tech alone with the five young teens. “You okay?”

“I think so. Thank you for intervening.”

One of the boys picked up Tech’s goggles and turned them over in his hands curiously, then handed them back to Tech without a word and followed his brothers quickly to the class they were now late for. Tech looked down at the broken strap and sighed miserably. His only option for the remainder of the day was to tie the two halves together into a knot that made his goggles so tight that he got a headache within a few minutes of putting them back on.

It only got worse from there.

At the range his practice blaster jammed and overheated, burning his hands and causing him to place last in his group’s skills assessment. The pain from that failure negatively impacted his cognitive speed drills score as well. The sting of his instructor asking him how he could have lost so much intelligence over the course of a single rotation was a dig the boy would not soon forget.

When he joined his brothers in the mess hall that evening, his downturned face all but told his story for him. 

Hunter stood slowly as he approached. “What happened?”

“I-I don’t want to talk about it.”

Crosshair narrowed his eyes at the burn blisters on his brother’s palms. “You need to talk about that.”

Tech shrugged. “I lost a fight with a malfunctioning blaster.”

Wrecker stared at the knot on the far-too-tight goggles. “And those?” 

“Oh,” he pulled the frame from his face with a groan, revealing deep purple indentations. “I lost a fight with a group of cadets too.”

Hunter crossed his arms. “Why did they come after you this time?” Tech stared at the floor, struggling with how to explain. “Tech?”

With all three of his brothers looking at him, the tears he was holding back started to fall silently down his cheeks. “They heard me at first meal talking about the aiwhas. They said I was pathetic. They said they didn’t know why you all humor me the way you do.”

Hunter frowned. “That’s not true. We aren’t humoring you. We like hearing what you have to say.”

Crosshair stared hard at the forlorn expression on his brother’s face and a flash of resolve settled on his features. “Let’s do it tonight, Hunter. We're ready.”

Tech looked up and swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. “What are you talking about?”

“We’ve got a surprise for you,” Wrecker enthused. “But eat first. We’ll show you later.”

Tech ate quickly. He was anxious to return to the barracks and get to the bottom of his brothers’ mysterious behavior. When they got there, he watched with wide eyes as Hunter put his ear to the wall, listening as the vibrations of their home spoke to him. “We’re in luck. There are two of them there.”

“Two what? Where?”

“Yeah!” Wrecker yelled with a clap of his hands. “Plan Seven is a go!”

Tech put on his spare set of goggles and gave his brother a quizzical look. “Plan Seven?”

“Plans one through six didn’t get us where we needed to be without being caught,” Hunter explained with a proud smile. “You’ll see.”

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The lights-out tone for all fifth- and sixth-year cadets sounded just as the four boys slunk silently into the empty corridor. Tech’s brothers still would not reveal their destination to him, and he hoped it was worth the trouble they would all be in if caught out of bed.

His fears multiplied when he heard hushed voices coming from the hallway ahead of them. 

“We should not be doing this, 5555. According to regulation—”

“Shhh. Nothing is more suspicious than you listing off which rules we’re breaking out loud! Just keep walking like everything is completely normal.”

Tech was surprised to see the five older boys from earlier as they rounded the corner. They recognized him as well, sending a collection of guilty grins and pleading glances to the group of younger cadets as they passed. They looked as nervous as Tech felt. It wasn’t until the other group was out of sight that Tech was able to let out a relieved sigh.

His brothers, on the other hand, were remarkably calm as they clambered into the ventilation grate Crosshair had noted on his datapad. Tech was amazed at the precision of this plan his brothers had come up with. Maps, codes, notes about Kaminoan movements—this plan of theirs, whatever it was, must have taken weeks.

After a few meters of crawling, three more corridors, one lift, and two near misses with wandering droids, the group surfaced from the last vent at their destination. Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker turned and watched as Tech emerged and took in his surroundings. The drop of his jaw when he realized where he was made them all smile. Tech momentarily forgot how to breathe as his eyes raked over the enormous aiwha landing bay, settling immediately on the two saddled aiwhas bobbing in the huge pool in front of him. 

Hunter’s hand rested softly on Tech’s shoulder. “We’ve been trying to get in here without being caught for a while now. We made plan after plan, but only just found out how to get through the corridors and ductwork yesterday.”

“Wait. This is the reason you’ve all been getting into such trouble? You’ve been sneaking around for me? Creating this ‘Plan Seven’ of yours?”

“Well, yeah. We know how much these big beasties mean to you, so we've been tryin’ to work out a way to get you in here so you could check ‘em out!”

Tears sprung from Tech’s eyes for the second time that evening as he walked up to the tank and began stroking the vast muzzle of the animal in front of him. He couldn’t believe they had gone to all this trouble just for him. “I don’t know what to say, you guys.” He dried his eyes on the sleeve of his tunic and sent them a watery smile. “Thank you.”

The others stepped up to get a better look at the giant creatures as well. Tech pulled his eyes away from the tank and instead stared at their amazed faces, thinking. His mind began to work rapidly through everything he knew about his three kind brothers, and a satisfied smile slowly spread across his face.

“I have an idea for Plan Eight.”

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[figgiforever]

FIGGI'S CHILDREN

Shukur and Burk'yc

Basic info about their squad here and here.

Based on this.

Shukur (beat in mando'a) aka CT-8885 is known to be short tempered and the most brutal in his team. He's first to start a fight. Already as a kid he got two scars on his face. In case of fashion he's a total opposite of Sh'ehn and Kot. First thing he has done after leaving the army was letting his hair become a little longer and more messy but not too much - he was raised to be a soldier after all. He's taking care of his hygiene in contrary to some rumors. Beneath his rough surface he actually has some sensitivity. Tiggi inginted in him love for books. While doing some job off world as a bounty hunter he met his future wife in a bookstore. At first she got scared of a tall, muscled man in armor but then she found out he's very respectful towards females and very gentle with the girl he loves.

Burk'yc (dangerous in mando'a) aka CT-8887 for many seems adorable but he's considered to be ''the perfect soldier'' according to kaminoans aiwha-bait. Stoic, efficient, well-skilled, can defeat even Shukur in fight even though he doesn't have his brother's strenght and anger. He looks very dangerous and deadly... until he notices a butterfly. Or a nice leaf. He instantly turns into a innocent kid, watching wonders of the world with his eyes wide open. He doesn't cause havoc like the rest of his brothers (except sweet Briikase) but he has problems with concentration so Baatir has to keep a close eye on him too. He's always respectful towards females like he was taught by his parents but he isn't interested in any kind of romantic relationship with anyone.

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@mandalorian-general