#and the jumping on top of droids to shoot them

[bunny7567]

I got you - chapter 9

Pairing: Rex x Jedi!ofc

Word count: 7.2k Tags/Warnings: canon-typical violence; animal attack and pretty detailed description of killing an animal in self-defense; heavy drinking; 1 mention of underage drinking; Echo needs a hug; Fives would love Chappell Roan, I will not take any criticism on that; Rex gets jelly; some angst and fluff; am i coming out through this fanfic? maybe, don't tell my family; implied emetophobia

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k'uur -  Hush, Be quiet osik - crap, shit Ori'haat - It's the truth, I swear - no bull Di’kut - idiot Vod’ika - little brother, little sister Vode – brothers, sisters Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod? - Are you looking for a smack in the face, mate?

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Lexie was running through the thick forest on the planet Garronn, Fives and Echo close behind her. Her feet were aching and the humid air was making it difficult to keep her breathing under control. They had just been on Felucia a few rotations before this mission and Lexie cursed the fact that they’ve left one jungle planet just to end up on another one.

They needed to reach the pick-up point and they needed to reach it fast if there was any hope of escaping this kriffin’ world during this rotation. There was no telling when another extraction team could get there, the 104th could not remain in the Garro system too long, they were lucky enough as it was they had been close enough to contact in the first place.

The whole mission had been such a shitshow. The lead they were chasing turned out to be a complete bust, Cad Bane had not chosen the Force-sensitive youngling on Garronn as his target. Or maybe Anakin had already intercepted him on Naboo, or he’d been apprehended by Obi-Wan on Rodia. Lexie had no way of knowing, their long-range comms had been scrambled since the moment they landed on the planet.

Lexie did however encounter a small Separatist presence the Republic had not been aware of and, without guidance from the Council, she and the men made the decision to destroy the outpost by themselves. A decision she deeply regretted about now, as they were trying to escape the commando droids chasing them through the jungle. Another bad call as a general.

She really was grateful that Anakin had insisted she took some troopers with her when they split up but, in hindsight, she should’ve listened to him and taken an entire squad with her, it could have made things a bit easier. She doubted she would’ve made it out of that outpost if it wasn’t for Fives and Echo’s assists and she also would not have a way off of this planet had Echo not managed to highjack the outpost comms and contact the 104th.

They really were good, she could finally see why Rex was so proud of the two troopers. This was the first missions where they had worked so closely together, she realised.

“How much left?”, Lexie yelled over her shoulder.

“Two klicks Sir”, Echo’s helmet modulated voice responded.

“I think we lost them”, Fives announced, glancing behind him.

“Finally some good kriffin news”, she said.

The three of them came to an abrupt halt as they reached a steep ravine.

“Fastest route is through down there”, Lexie said after checking the holo-map, and motioned for the two troopers to go on.

The men started the descent before her, Lexie staying on top to make sure the droids would not catch up with them again. Suddenly she felt a shift in the Force and her senses were flooded by an urgent feeling of dread. Her troopers were in danger.

“Echo!”, she heard Fives scream as she jumped down into the ravine, using the Force to control her fall.

As soon as she landed she pulled out her lightsabers, igniting the yellow blades. Fives was shooting his blaster at a massive serpent-like creature, but she couldn’t see Echo anywhere. She looked through the Force, she could feel him, he was still alive, but where? She looked at Fives for an answer. She felt anger, fear and sadness surround his Force signature.

“That thing ate him!”, Fived yelled.

Her head snapped back to the creature and she recognised the species. Garronnian serpent, thank the Force. They swallow their prey whole and digest it over the course of 10 rotations. Once they ingest their prey, though, they become a lot more aggressive. The serpent lunged at her as she attempted to run towards it and she had to jump out of the way. She had to find a way get close to it in order to get Echo out.

“Try and keep it distracted”, she told Fives.

Fives started yelling and moving his hands around, getting the serpent to switch its focus to him. Lexie closed her eyes and tried to locate where Echo was in its body, she had to be careful not to injure him as she tried to get him out. Her mind scanned over the creature and she quickly knew where to cut.

“General…”, Fives’ concerned voice pleaded for her help.

The creature was towering over him, jaw wide open as it prepared to launch an attack. Lexie swiftly jumped in front of Fives using the saber in her left hand to slash vertically into the creature’s belly. The serpent spluttered, moving frantically before hitting the ground. A green, slimy liquid poured from the evisceration site, drenching Lexie and Fives. The smell was absolutely repugnant.

“Help me get him out”, Lexie yelled at Fives as she tried to resist gagging. 

The two rushed to the now dead serpent. They could already see Echo’s hand coming out through the gash and Fives hurried to pull his brother all the way out while Lexie used the Force to widen the opening. Fives fell backwards with Echo landing on top of him as he was finally yanked free from the serpent’s belly. Lexie rushed to them, helping them back to their feet.

“Are you good, vod?”, Fives asked.

Echo slowly nodded and took off his helmet. He was also covered in the slimy liquid and looked extremely nauseous. Lexie’s stomach turned as she watched him gag.

“Don’t you fucking dare throw up”, she warned him. Both men gave her a confused look. “If you throw up, I will throw up. And if you make me throw up I will kill you, do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, Sir”, Echo struggled to respond.

“Put that helmet back and let’s get the kriff out of here before any more of those things show up”, she said through gritted teeth, trying not to gag herself. The smell was undeniably foul.

The 104th was forced to move out of the sector earlier than expected, but fortunately Master Plo Koon was able to spare two pilots and a Nu-class shuttle in order to extract and transport Lexie, Echo and Fives back to Coruscant. It unfortunately meant that they were not able to properly clean the serpent guts off of themselves for the duration of the flight, something that prompted Warthog to not so politely ban all three of them from entering the cockpit.

Lexie was leaned forward on her seat, elbows resting on her thighs, absentmindedly picking at the skin around her fingernails as her mind darted over the last rotations. She had made so many mistakes. Again. From their ship getting blown up by the Seppies, to the failed attempt at destroying the outpost and barely making it out alive, to the damn encounter with that giant serpent, it seemed that every single decision she had made during this mission had been the wrong one. All the confidence in herself that Rex had been helping her build over the last months was rapidly starting to crumble.

“Are you alright, General?”, Echo asked her.

He was sat across from her, helmet rested on his lap. Next to him Fives appeared to be asleep, eyes closed and head leaned back, his helmet discarded on the floor by his feet. They had barely slept since landing on Garronn, so she was surprised to see Echo was awake.

“Yeah I’m just… replaying the mission in my head”, she said quietly.

She wasn’t doing a very good job of masking her emotions. But he had also been getting really good at picking up on her distress over the last few months and was almost as skilled as Rex when it came to encouraging or comforting her.

“We got out alive, that’s all that matters”, he tried to reassure her.

“Barely. I almost got you two killed”, she retorted.

“We all agreed to destroy the outpost. Yes, we should’ve done some more recon first but we still needed to infiltrate it regardless, to comm for the extraction if nothing else”.

“Yeah well, an infiltration mission is completely different. And something I could have done myself without putting you two at risk. I just think Rex will be very disappointed with my decision making”. She regretted that last part as soon as she said it. Why would she admit to thinking about him, to caring about his opinion in front of Echo, in front of anyone?

“Like you could ever do anything wrong in his eyes”, Fives piped up. Turns out he wasn’t sleeping after all even if his eyes were still closed.

“What do you mean?”, Lexie asked narrowing her eyes.

“I mean he basically idolises you. Won’t shut up about what a great Jedi and general you are. It’s always General Khalla this, General Khalla that. It’s a bit annoying sometimes actually”, he said, opening his eyes to look at her, a sly smile on his face.

“Fives, k'uur!”, Echo interjected, giving his brother a look. He and the others all believed the Captain had a crush on Lexie, but straight up letting her know about it wasn’t right.

“What? you know it’s true”, Fives defended, looking at Echo before turning his head back to Lexie. “Even after that first mission when everyone jumped to the worst conclusions he held firm. Would immediately shift the conversation to how you saved his life on Geonosis. All I’m saying is you shouldn’t worry about disappointing him, he thinks everything you do is perfect”.

Lexie just started at him for a moment, unsure of how she could even reply to all that. She decided to laugh it off, but she kept thinking about it for the remainder of their flight. Was it true? Had she somehow tricked Rex into thinking she was this perfect Jedi? She felt guilt creeping inside her. No one should ever idolise her, she wasn’t good enough, she wasn’t strong enough or smart enough to warrant that in the slightest. She will end up letting him down, just like she let down her master, like she let down Anakin on Geonosis, like she let down her mother…

The sun had set right before the three arrived back at the barracks. As they walked away from the landing platform and into the hangar, Lexie could see the clones close by scrunching their noses and turning away from them in reaction to the rancid, rotting smell that was very much still covering the trio. She couldn’t wait to get in the shower and change her clothes. A thought came into her head, wondering if she’d even be able to get the smell out of her clothes or if she should just burn them.

“I need a fucking drink”, Lexie mumbled.

Echo and Fives were right behind and heard her. The two exchanged a look, a question and an answer wordlessly being communicated between them.

“Do you want to come to the 79s with us, Sir?”, Fives asked.

Lexie stopped and turned to look at them, gauging to see if it was a genuine invitation or something they were saying out of obligation. The impropriety of the situation briefly flashed through her mind before it was quickly dismissed. They had already had drinks together, a bit over a month ago in the fresher while Echo dyed her hair, as well as the following day. But she had not been back at the 79s since that night when she first met them. Were the other Jedi going out drinking with their troopers? What would her Master think?

Kriff it.

“I’d like that. After I take like 10-15 showers though”, she replied with a chuckle.

“Agreed”, Echo laughed. “Should we meet outside the barracks in an hour then, General?”

 “Sounds good. But I do have one condition”, she said looking both men in the eye. “You drop the banthashit formalities and call me Lexie”.

Echo nodded and smiled. Fives draped an arm around her shoulders as they resumed walking, heading to the lifts.

 “More than happy to, Lexie”, he said with a grin.

The 79s was not as crowded as the first time Lexie had been there. But then again, it was still fairly early. She knew for a fact a lot of the men from the 501st were just about now finishing running drills, supervised by Rex. She had asked Appo where everyone was after she, Echo and Fives ran into him by the lifts, and he had informed them of the training session that was supposed to run until at least 20:00 hours. The sergeant declined to get into the same lift as them, for obvious reasons.

Lexie thought about stopping by the training level to say hello to Rex, but that was not something she should do while still covered in rancid serpent slime. She hoped she’d have time before heading to the cantina, but she had spent so long washing, and rewashing every part of her body, she had actually been 15 minutes late meeting the boys in front of the barracks as planned. She had thrown on a long-sleeved black tulle dress with black velvet flowery patters and spent a little too long on her eyeliner. Her blue hair was left untied, still a little damp from the shower. But she could swear she still had not gotten the smell out…

She followed Echo and Fives to an empty booth a bit further away from the bar. There were still plenty to choose from, both on the ground floor they were on and upstairs, so Lexie concluded this must be where they usually sit. Echo slid in first, followed by Fives and lastly her. She spotted “501” scratched into one corner of the table and decided she had been correct. She chuckled as she noticed a crossed out “104” right above it, and another, smaller one, also crossed out, on the other corner. On the leg of the table she could also see a few crossed out “212s”, “41s” and also “501s”.

 “The seating situation is a little tricky here. There’s a bit of a passive-aggressive war between the battalions over certain tables”, Echo informed her, having noticed her chuckle.

“Yeah, this is one of the best ones, cause it’s bigger and you have a really good view of the dancefloor. So it’s the preferred location for checking out all the ladies before making a move”, Fives continued. Lexie laughed and Echo shook his head in amusement.

“So what are we starting with? Shots?”, Echo asked, bringing his hands in front of him in a slow clap.

“Shots are good”, Lexie said.

 Fives signalled one of the droid waitresses and ordered three rounds of shots for the table. Since the cantina was still fairly empty it didn’t take long until a tray of small glasses was placed on the table in front of them. The liquid inside was bright orange.

“Care to make a toast, Lexie? Since it’s your first proper night out with us”, Fives said while nudging her slightly with his elbow.

She thought for a second then raised one of the shot glasses.

“Here’s to Echo not being eaten by a giant snake ever again”, she said with a teasing smile, looking him straight in the eyes.

“I’ll kriffin drink to that”, Echo replied only half-amused.

They clinked the glasses and threw back the shots. The sweet, fruity liqueur slowly slid down Lexie’s throat, leaving a pleasant warmth behind. She didn’t remember having this type of shot before and made a mental note of the name. They drank the second and third shot soon after, the warmth of the liqueur intensifying in her throat.

“So what do you boys usually drink when you come here?”, she asked them.

“Tevraki whiskey or ale”, Echo replied.

 “But we can wait and order more drinks later. Don’t want you getting too drunk on us, Lexie”, Fives said teasingly.

“Honey I am Seccayan. I can drink you under the table”, Lexie scoffed.

 “I’d like to see you try”, Fives said, turning his body so he could face her better.

“Is that a dare?”, she asked, feeling her competitive nature bubble up to the surface.

“Yes”.

 “Aright. You’re on”.

 Echo shook his head in amused disbelief.

“Alright. Well, we need some ground rules. We have to drink the same amount of drinks, at least a minimum, it’s not fair otherwise, like if you only have one-two more the rest of the night while I have five”.

“I agree. Let’s settle on a minimum number then”

“Let’s say seven”, Fives said after a second of thinking.

“Seven? That’s all? Honey I had seven glasses of Secca wine when I was 9 years old and left unsupervised during a wedding reception. That is nothing”.

“Then it should be no issue”, he said with a sly smile, while gesturing for the droid to come take their order again. “Three glasses of Tevraki whiskey, and make them double”.

“I did not agree to be part of your alcohol poisoning game”, Echo said as the droid left.

 “Then you can keep count for us”, Lexie said with a smile. Echo shook his head with a laugh.

The droid returned with their drinks and they clinked them again before each taking a sip. The warmth of the whiskey was stronger than the shots had been, spreading through her entire body. The taste wasn’t too bad, very bitter-sweet. It wasn’t her favourite drink but she didn’t hate it either.

Two glasses of Tevraki later, Lexie began to feel the buzz of alcohol, and found herself laughing and talking louder than before. She really enjoyed being in the company of Echo and Fives, both men had a great sense of humour, Echo’s a bit drier, and conversation was flowing smoothly.

“You cannot shorten an already shortened name”, Lexie told Fives with frustration.

 “Yes I can. Lex”, he had been calling her that for the past 20 minutes. “It’s a form of endearment”, he said with a sweet smile.

“But Lexie is already short for Alexis. You can't just shorten it even more”.

“Yes I can”, he said stubbornly, tilting her head towards hers.

“Ok fine! That's it. Five. That ‘s’ in your name? Revoked. You're just five now”, she said, throwing her hands into the air in an exaggerated movement.

“Fine by me, Lex”, Fives said. Echo was quietly laughing at them.

“There you lot are”, a voice came from outside their booth.

 Lexie turned her head and saw Jesse, Kix and Hardcase. They seemed surprised to find her there, offering her respectful nods and an almost collective “General” greeting.

Jesse sat down next to her, while the other two slid in next to Echo, who had to shift more to the centre of the u-shaped bench. This caused Fives to shift closer than actually needed to Lexie, pressing his arm into hers. He wasn’t wearing the upper part of his armor so she could feel the firm muscles under his blacks.

She didn’t mind, the two of them had been getting a little flirtier with each other as they kept drinking, but it was just in good fun. She wasn’t going to let anything actually happen, but she did plan on enjoying the flirty banter for longer.

“When did you return from your mission, General?”, Kix asked her.

“Oh, no no. We’re not doing the ‘General’ osik tonight. Call me Lexie. All of you”, she said as she looked at the three new additions to their table. They nodded and smiled in agreement. “We got back a few hours ago. Had to head straight for the showers before coming here. It was not a fun mission”.

“Yeah, Echo got eaten by a snake”, Fives quipped.

“He what?”, Hardcase asked laughing.

“Ori'haat”, Fives said.

“Can we not talk about it? It was actually really kriffin traumatising”, Echo said a little defensively.

“Aww don’t worry vod’ika. You can sleep in my bunk if you get scared during the night”, Fives teased, leaning closer to his brother and ruffling his hair with a hand.

“Kriff off, Fives”, Echo said, shoving him away. The sudden movement made Fives slam against Lexie’s side, pushing her into Jesse, who was in his full kit.

“Boys, come on. Not wearing armor here”, she said with a laugh, rubbing her right arm.

 “Sorry, Lexie”, Echo said.

“Nice going di'kut”, Fives said, smacking the back of Echo’s head.

 “Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?”, Echo threatened.

 “Okay”, Lexie said lifting from her seat and placing her hands on the table, employing the same tone of voice she used when breaking up disagreements between rowdy younglings at the Temple. “Kix switch with Echo”, she ordered. The two men shuffled awkwardly and switched places. Kix was now placed as a buffer between Fives and Echo.

 “Now… more shots?”, Lexie asked sitting back down.

  “More shots”, Fives agreed with a smile.

Two rounds of shots were ordered for the entire table. Laughter and loud conversation followed. Lexie’s cheeks were starting to be flushed from the alcohol and she rolled up the sleeves of her dress. Hardcase was complaining loudly about all the drills Rex had them run that day and Lexie fought against the urge to ask where he was now and if he was planning on joining them at the 79s. From what she could gather, he was either with Cody, or planned to meet him. Another glass of whiskey was placed in front of her by Fives.

 Her attention was caught by Jesse, who reached over her to nudge Fives and pointed in the direction of the bar. A tall, purple-skinned Twi'lek woman was leaning over the bar, trying to get the attention of the server. Her lekku was covered with strings of sparkling yellow beads that perfectly complemented the bandeau top and short skirt she was wearing. She was stunning.

 Fives wolf-whistled. “I wouldn’t mind going home with her tonight”.

“You and me both”, Lexie accidentally said out loud before taking a sip from her drink.

 Fives and Jesse’s heads quickly snapped from the woman to look at her, an expression of surprise on their faces. On the other side of the table she saw Hardcase tilting his head in confusion, having stopped mid-sentence in his story about one of the training simulations.

“What? I’m bi”, she said nervously. She took a bigger sip of her drink, realisation hitting her that she had never said that out loud to anyone before.

She could practically see the wheels turning in their heads and she rolled her eyes. Men.

Jesse let out a “huh” sound and raised his eyebrows a little. She turned her head to look at Fives. You didn’t even need to be Jedi in order to tell exactly what was going on inside his head, his wide eyes and the stupid grin on his face were doing all the talking.

 “I will not have a threesome with you, do not even ask”, she told him.

 “I thought you said you couldn’t read our minds”, he quipped.

“I don’t kriffin’ need to, nor want to. Whatever thoughts are running through your horny man brain right now just keep them to yourself”, she said gesturing to his head. “That goes for all of you”, she continued, turning to look at Jesse then at Hardcase and Kix, who also had a little surprised smile in the corner of his lips. She was glad to know at least Echo didn’t care about it. He gave her an apologetic smile.

“Well do you want to have a go at it, Lexie, or could I?”, Jesse asked with a chuckle.

“Considering she came to a clone bar by herself I don’t think I’d get anywhere but thanks for asking”, she replied with a laugh.

“Maybe we should let Echo have a go. We still need to get him laid”, Hardcase said, elbowing Echo in the ribs.

Echo looked uncomfortable and shot Hardcase a pointed look while nursing his side. Lexie was about to open her mouth to tell Hardcase to mind his business, but Fives beat her to it.

 “No we don’t. Echo doesn’t want that”, he stood up for his brother.

 “Why?”, Hardcase asked confused.

 “I’m just not into that”, Echo said firmly.

 Lexie caught his eyes and gave him an encouraging smile.

 “Well, less competition for us then”, Jesse shrugged before he got up from the booth and started making his way over to the Twi'lek woman.

“Be respectful and use protection”, Lexie yelled after him, making him turn to give her a look. She and Fives started laughing.

 The 79s was more crowded now, and loud music had replaced the pod racing that was being shown on the holoscreens when they had arrived. The alcohol in her system was making her sway with the music. How many drinks had she even drunk so far? Eight? She downed the remaining liqueur in her glass and leaned more into Fives’ side.

 “Kinda wish I was dancing”, she mumbled.

“We could go dancing”, Fives said, tilting his head towards her.

“We could go dancing!”, Lexie repeated with a grin, meeting his eyes.

She and Fives got up and started heading to the fairly crowded dance floor. She paused and turned gesturing for the others to come as well. Hardcase didn’t waste any time to get up from his seat but Kix and Echo declined, saying they would join later.

The music was loud and energetic and Lexie started moving with the beat. It had been too long since she’d gone dancing she realised, not since before Geonosis. She loved it, she loved moving with the music and singing along with the songs she knew. It felt reinvigorating. She felt confident when dancing, even if she wasn’t sure she was too good at it. But she had drunk enough not to worry at all about how she looked.

She was dancing next to Fives and Hardcase, and were soon joined by Jesse, who had not had any luck with the Twi'lek woman. After two songs she walked back to the booth and dragged Echo and Kix out and to the dancefloor.

Echo was a surprisingly good dancer she discovered, always on rhythm. Hardcase tended to move a bit too fast regardless of the pace of the song. Jesse had draped an arm across Kix’s shoulder, trying to get the medic to unwind a bit more and jump up and down with him. He then placed his other arm over Lexie’s shoulder and the three of them jumped around to the song. Fives was also a good dancer, but he kept “accidentally” bumping into her every now and then; at one point he took her arm and twirled her.

The next song was one that she knew and really liked and so she started singing along to the lyrics. Fives apparently knew the song too and joined in. The two of them were facing each other, all smiles as they sang along. But baby, I like flirting, a lover by my side/Can't be a good, good girl even if I tried.

Fives stepped closer to her, he knew the song, he was waiting for his moment. I really want your hands on my body/A slow dance, baby, let's get it on. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close to him. Lexie laughed and placed her hands on his shoulders. He was getting bolder, but she was enjoying it.

Fives pulled here even closer to him, her hips pressed against his own. Lexie instinctively moved against the plastoid of his codpiece, causing him to sharply inhale at the small friction. She should stop, things were getting a bit too heated. But she really was having so much fun.

She rotated herself so that her back was now pressed against his chest, but his hands were still on her hips, swaying them with the music. She raised her arm up and behind her, hand resting on the back of Fives’ head, fingers grasping his hair. She felt his hot breath on the side of her neck as he lowered his head closer to hers. The song ended but they continued dancing in the same position for the next one as well.

“I think we’re in trouble”, he said in her ear before jerking his head towards their table.

Kix and Hardcase had sat back down, taking a break from dancing, but what Fives was referring to was the clone standing in front of the table, glaring at them.

Rex.

The smile left Lexie’s lips as she watched him make his way towards them and she felt Fives’ hands quickly let go of her body. He looked angry.

 “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”, the Captain snarled at Fives as he stopped in front of them. “That is your superior officer”.

“Rex chill, we were just dancing”, Lexie tried to intervene.

Rex flinched at the use of his name. That was not something that Lexie ever did in front of the men. His eyes quickly darted from Fives to Echo and Jesse, who were close by and had stopped dancing to watch the scene unfold.

“General, do really you think it’s appropriate?”, he retorted.

“We have the night off and I’m having some fun. I don’t see anything wrong with it”, she scoffed.

“But you’re a Jedi, this is not how you should behave”.

Lexie’s eyes went wide at his condescension. Deep down she knew he was probably right, but the last days had been so stressful, all she had wanted was to just forget about everything and enjoy herself. And it had been working up until then, pretending to be a regular person, drinking and dancing with friends, and not someone who was responsible for the lives of hundreds of soldiers and for the winning or losing of battles that threatened the Republic itself. Lexie was now furious and it was visible all over her face. She took a step closer to Rex.

 “I am not responsible for falling from a pedestal that you have placed me on”, she said bitterly, jabbing a finger at his chestplate. “I deserve to unwind and have fun just as much as anyone else, even if that doesn’t meet your kriffin’ standards. Do you know how astonishingly bad our mission was? Echo was eaten by a kriffin’ snake. He was eaten! I had to cut him out of its stomach. And I got covered in disgusting, rancid serpent guts in the process. I can still fucking smell it in my hair. I deserve to unwind after the shitshow that was the last three days. So if you’ll excuse me, Captain, I will continue doing just that”.

Rex clenched his jaw. What could he even reply to all that? She turned away from him, grabbed Fives by his hand and dragged him to the other side of the dancefloor.

“Are you ok, Lex?”, he asked. It was clear from the expression on her face that she was very upset.

 “Yeah, let’s just keep dancing”, she forced a smile. “Please”.

 Rex was sat with Kix at their table, his eyes glued to Lexie as she was still dancing and laughing with Fives, Echo, Jesse and Hardcase. They had only stopped a few times in the past hour in order to head to the bar and do more shots.

He felt so angry, mostly at himself. Lexie was a grown woman, of course she was capable of making her own decisions and entitled to act however she wanted when she was off duty. What the hell was he thinking trying to dictate how she could or couldn’t behave? She did not owe him anything, no matter how much it hurt to see Fives’ hands all over her body.

 His grip tightened around the drink in front of him as he struggled to understand why he was feeling so angry. He tried to tell himself that he only thought of Lexie as a friend, but the pit that would form in his stomach every time he glanced over and saw her dancing with Fives or Jesse… Rex realised it might be time to admit that his vode had been right. He did have a crush on her.

“Did you think he would just wait forever for you to make a move?”, Kix’s voice jolted him out of his thoughts.

“I don’t know what you mean”, he replied dryly.

“Sure you don’t. Just like you don’t look like you want to murder Fives either”, Kix quipped.

Rex shot the medic an irritated look.

 “Nothing happened yet, you know. She’s been dancing a lot with him yes, but she’s also danced with me and with the others. You still have time to do something”.

 Before Rex could reply, Jesse appeared next to Kix and started dragging him out of the booth as “their song” came on and he had to come dance with them. Kix tried to protest that he’d just sat back down, but his brother wouldn’t hear it. Rex lifted his eyes from his drink and saw Lexie by his side.

 “Come dance with us, Captain”, she said with a small smile. She had been looking over at him every now and then as she was dancing and hated the sour mood he was in. She was beginning to think she had been too harsh with her choice of words and wished to now make peace.

 “Good luck with that”, Jesse told her with a laugh. “I have never seen Rex dance”. He and Kix left for the dancefloor.

 “Rex. Please”, she said extending her arm to him.

  He shouldn’t.

  “I’m sorry I snapped, it’s just been a really stressful mission”, she continued, slurring her words a little.

“No, I’m sorry Lexie. I shouldn’t have said what I said”, he said as he reluctantly took her hand and stood up. He hated that he had upset her.

She squeezed his hand slightly trying to convey she was no longer upset with him before leading him to the dancefloor. Hardcase and Fives enthusiastically cheered as he and Lexie approached the group, while Jesse, Kix and Echo exchanged a look. The Captain never danced. No matter how many times they had tried to convince him, no matter how many women had asked him to dance with them, he never danced. And yet it had taken their general less than five minutes to get him out of the booth and onto the dancefloor.

Lexie placed her hands on Rex’s shoulders. Her eyes were a bit unfocused due to the alcohol but she managed to hold his gaze. Rex placed a hand on her waist and attempted to awkwardly mimic the way her body was swaying with the music. He was not good at this, he had really never danced before, but from the smile on her face it didn’t seem like she cared. His eyes had softened, and he was completely ignoring the looks his vode were giving him. His attention was solely on her.

 A slower song came on and Lexie smiled at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, moving closer and resting her head on his shoulder. Rex placed his other arm on her back and leaned his head towards her, resting his cheek on her head. He took a breath in, inhaling the sweet, floral smell of her shampoo. He knew this was inappropriate but the way she felt in his arms… He was making her happy by dancing with her, and that was making him happy. All he wanted to do was see her smile and hear her laugh. She was so important to him, he realised.

Fear started to settle into his mind; this felt much, much bigger than a simple crush. The relief he felt when the song ended was visible on his face and Lexie looked at him with a confused expression. He excused himself and walked back to their table.

It was late into the night now, and the group was sat back down at the table, with Lexie and Fives being the last to join. Rex had shot up from his seat earlier as he watched the two of them stumble and fall to the floor while laughing and he had decided they had enough dancing, marching over and dragging them back to their seats. The two had plopped down on the bench, still laughing, with Fives leaning a little too much into Lexie’s side. Rex sat down next to Echo on the other side of the table.

 “Why the hell did you let Fives get her so drunk?”, Rex asked Echo in an irritated tone.

“Fives didn’t force her to drink. She is just as bad as he is, honestly”, Echo replied.

“Hey! I heard that”, Lexie replied. She pushed Fived off of her and into Jesse’s side and got up, hands on the table and leaning over it to get closer to Rex. “And I am not as bad as Fives. I am much, much worse”, she grinned.

“I’m starting to believe that”, he mumbled as he watched her lose her balance and practically fall back into her seat.

 Lexie looked to her left, wanting to say something to Fives, only to discover that he had passed out on Jesse’s shoulder. A wide smile spread on her face.

“Guess I won”, she said looking over at Echo.

“You did. And I will make sure he never hears the end of it, don’t worry”, Echo replied amused.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for tonight”, Rex said looking from Fives to Hardcase who seemed close to passing out himself.

The group started heading out of the 79s, with Echo and Kix having to carry Fives, supporting him over their shoulders. Jesse was walking close to Hardcase, making sure he didn’t trip and fall, leaving Rex to walk by Lexie’s side.

She and the Captain had to stay back, as they could not all fit into the first air taxi. Lexie tried with no luck to get Rex to talk during the ride back to the barracks but the atmosphere seemed very tense between the two of them. Lexie’s mood quickly deflated. She had done it, she had shown him who she was and he was disappointed in her.

She stumbled as she got out of the taxi and Rex caught her by the waist before she fell. Lexie was starting to feel very embarrassed, her inhibitions returning as she was slowly sobering up. The silence was killing her as Rex walked her back to her room but she could not think of a single thing to talk about. Even worse, she was beginning to feel very nauseous and most of the focus was directed to keeping her jaw tightly clenched and willing herself to not throw up.

She immediately entered her room and went straight into the fresher, panic flooding her senses. She hated throwing up, it was the worst feeling in the galaxy for her. She would rather have droids shoot her with live blasterfire than have to throw up. Her right hand was gripping the sink, her knuckle turning white. She just had to focus and not allow herself to get sick.

“Are you okay?”, Rex asked from the doorway of the fresher, concern evident on his face.

 All Lexie could do was slowly shake her head. She refused to open her mouth even to speak.

“Do you want me to stay?”, he asked quietly.

 She nodded reaching her left hand for his. He took her hand and squeezed it lightly. Over the next half hour neither of them budged from when they were stood, the only movement being made was when Lexie would squeeze his hand harder during the moments she felt close to throwing up.

Finally feeling a little better she made her way to her bed, sitting on the edge. She quietly watched as Rex took off the upper part of his armor, just as he had the last time he stayed in her room all those months ago. He had kept watch as she slept for six nights before she felt safe to sleep alone again. She hated having to admit to herself how happy she was to have him in the room with her again.

“You can just sleep on the bed you know”, the alcohol still in her system prompted her to say as she saw him reach for the chair.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea”, he said hesitantly.

“It’s fine, it’s big enough”, she said as she laid on the bed on her side and shuffled close to the wall.

That wasn’t what he meant and she knew it, but decided to ignore it and pat the spot on the bed next to her. He hesitated. If he agreed, he would cross so many lines. But he would get to hold her in his arms, to be close to her. And he wanted to do it, Maker he really wanted to.

He laid on his back on the bed and did not protest when Lexie snuggled into his side, resting her head in the crook of his neck and her right hand on his chest. He had moved his arm to allow her to settle comfortably and once she had, he placed it around her, hand coming to rest on her waist. He was suddenly so nervous and exasperated to realise how fast his heart was beating.

 “What are you thinking about?”, she asked. She sounded tired.

“Nothing. Just go to sleep, General”, he replied trying to keep a level voice.

“Something is bothering you. It’s just us two but you just called me ‘general’”.

“It’s just… you and Fives seemed very close tonight”, he said after a long pause.

“Are you jealous?”, she asked with a chuckle.

 “What? No. It was just an observation”, he said defensively.

“You don’t have to worry, you’re still my favourite”, she said lifting her head, eyes finding his.

“I’m your favourite clone?”, he said amused, tilting his head in order to look at her.

“You’re my favourite person”, she admitted.

 Rex’s eyebrows shot up in surprised before a genuine smile appeared on his face. She really saw him as a person, as a sentient being and not just an expendable soldier. He had felt that of course, she treated him and his brothers with respect and it was obvious she cared about them, but to hear her say it, to hear her say that he was her favourite person, out of everyone she knew. He felt so happy. She made him so happy. He squeezed her a little tighter into him.

 “You’re my favourite person too”, he said quietly.

Lexie was struggling to keep her eyes open, the alcohol and exhaustion from dancing finally catching up with her. She felt the happiness pouring around Rex and smiled, resting her head on his chest. Her eyes fluttered closed, but before she drifted off to sleep she was almost certain she felt Rex’s lips gently placing a kiss on the top of her head.

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 11 - Force Sex

For @afabulousjello ⭐

Work Me Up - 1,696 Rating: E Content: Established Relationship / Explicit Sexual Content / Inappropriate use of the Force / Force Sex / Oral Sex / Anal Fingering / Anakin Skywalker is a Little Shit

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‘This meeting is pointless.’

‘Pointless only in the worst use of the word, perhaps.’

‘Can’t we leave?’

‘No, now hush. Find something to occupy your thoughts if you’re truly unable to focus.’

Anakin slumped further on his seat and sent Obi-Wan a pointed glare from across the room. Obi-Wan, for his part, remained frustratingly focused on the speaker at the front of the hall, their arms spread out as they discussed the maps projected onto the wall with an intensity that Anakin wasn’t sure the topic warranted. He didn’t see how learning about the river valley on the planet was supposed to help them win a battle against invading droid armies, but then again, Anakin was ‘unable’ to ‘focus’, so what did he know?

Next to him an assortment of politicians, local leaders, and clones sat in silence, seemingly just as intrigued as Obi-Wan was, or they were doing a lot better at hiding their boredom than Anakin was.

Plucking at a piece of invisible dirt on his trousers, Anakin listened to the prattling for a moment or two longer before his mind began to wander. First he thought about all of the repairs he’d have to make to his starfighter once they returned to the Temple; then it was followed by the nagging sensation he’d forgotten to give Padmé something before he’d left for the mission, and then the realization that no, it hadn’t been Padmé but Ahsoka who had asked him for one of his datapads with the cheat codes to a droid that wouldn’t stop speaking in Dosh.

And then he finally settled on Obi-Wan. As was his custom, it seemed.

Obi-Wan smelled good that morning. They’d been put up in one of the palaces of a local magistrate for the night, and in the morning they’d been allowed to use the communal baths. The water had been warm, the soaps fresh and bright smelling, the towels fluffy and soft across their bruised skin. It had been some time since they’d had the luxury of a proper bath, and not hunched over beneath a makeshift fresher in the middle of a battlefield, military issued soap smelling strongly of chemicals and that which left the skin feeling more dirty than before - if it were at all possible.

Obi-Wan had also been very pink, the steam curling up around him, freckles awash along his shoulders and chest and the tops of his cheeks. He was smiling the entire bath, head curved back to soak his hair, droplets of water falling from his broad hands as he scrubbed away weeks’ worth of grime and sorrow.

It took what little shame Anakin had not to jump him right in the middle of the bath in front of everyone.

Looking up from his trousers, he locked on to Obi-Wan. He was still listening to the lecture that had veered into discussions of local bird species, his brows furrowed while one hand stroked his beard in fascination. Anakin prodded their bond a little and found Obi-Wan hadn’t shut him out, the gates still open.

Perhaps that spoke of trust, and perhaps that meant Anakin shouldn’t tamper with it.

But shouldn’t and wouldn’t were such boring words…

Taking a deep breath, Anakin slipped his consciousness into their bond and tugged a little.

Obi-Wan tugged back in recognition, but his attention almost immediately fled, returning to the physical space they were in.

With another deep breath, Anakin flooded their bond with the sensation of a hand along Obi-Wan’s low back, steady and strong, and hot breath and a wet tongue along the lobe of his ear.

Obi-Wan straightened slightly, his hand shooting up to touch his ear as if seeking the flutter of a bug, before he settled back in his seat.

Sitting back Anakin sent another sensation through, this time of the hand on the low back creeping further down, sliding along the curve of Obi-Wan’s ass before wrapping around to cup him between his legs.

The corner of Obi-Wan’s jaw tightened slightly, but that was all the indication he gave that Anakin’s visions were making their way to him.

Closing his eyes, Anakin took another deep breath before he flooded their bond with a kaleidoscope of memories and fantasies, sensations and wants, desires and needs.

He started with a fantasy of his hand pressed against Obi-Wan’s cock, fingertips shyly playing with the spongy head still covered with fabric while his forearm rubbed against Obi-Wan’s hardening length, goading Obi-Wan on to rut against his hand like an animal in heat. And then he slipped into a memory of a dalliance they had a few short weeks ago, of Anakin flat on the ground in the middle of some messy battlefield, trousers torn off and legs spread, his hole stretched apart by Obi-Wan’s thick fingers as he fucked away the vestiges of battle hunger behind a broken AAT.

Obi-Wan had been so good to him then, his hand firm across his lips as he kept him from crying out and bringing attention to them. Filth and sweat were streaked across his handsome face as he praised Anakin from between clenched teeth, solace and desire swirling in his eyes as he fucked Anakin until the roar within dampened to a gentle wind. Anakin could still remember how the mud felt against his back, the stench of burnt plastics and metals thick in his nose, and the ache within as Obi-Wan curled his fingers and pushed until Anakin was dragged back down to their shared reality.

When he opened his eyes, Obi-Wan was staring at him from across the way.

‘Anakin…’

He could feel Obi-Wan’s excitement mixed with annoyance, a familiar and enjoyable combination.

‘Want me to stop?’

Obi-Wan didn’t reply and simply returned his attention to the lecture. But he didn’t close their bond off. In fact, he left it wide open.

Leaning back until he was practically lounging in his seat, Anakin kicked his feet out and eyed Obi-Wan as he slipped into another memory. This one was from years ago when Anakin’s braid had just been cut. The venom in their bond still stung, the anger Anakin had toward everything and everyone still sharp and biting. He’d pushed against Obi-Wan’s demands too hard that day and had finally snapped the chain that kept Obi-Wan composed.

After the fight that had left them raw and bloodied, lips split and knuckles bleeding, Obi-Wan had forced Anakin down onto the ground, thighs strong along his ribs, weight heavy across his chest. Eyes locked they stared at one another, breath stuttering and strained until the anger gave way to inevitable desire. Obi-Wan had pulled himself out then, already hard and leaking, the ruddy red glands of his cock coated in seed, the scent of it making Anakin’s mouth water and his hips buck.

Without lead-up he slipped his cock between Anakin’s lips and had taken him in a way he’d not done before nor since. Hands firm along Anakin’s jaw and the back of his head, Obi-Wan split Anakin’s mouth open again and again as he fucked into him, going as far as Anakin could take before his throat seized and his lungs spasmed, pain mixing with overwhelming ecstasy of being used in such a shameful way.

Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s shame in that moment, thick and pungent as it swirled with his arousal, making him keep going even though he knew he shouldn’t want it; that he was being cruel and usurious; that the contempt he felt for himself wouldn’t be easily swept away like the tears across Anakin’s cheeks would. But Anakin adored it. He’d finally made his Master snap - had sliced away at his resolve until the man he knew broke free from the restraints of his Jedi Code. It was in that moment that Anakin realized Obi-Wan was fallible, just like he was.

In the present Obi-Wan shifted, his nostrils flaring slightly as a blush crept along his cheeks and down the back of his neck.

Again Anakin slipped into a memory after memory; of messy kisses had in the darkest of nights, lips slick, tongues wet and needy, breath desperate as they panted into each other’s mouths and tugged at their cocks; a desperate groan as hours of teasing turned into the satisfying stretch and weight of a body finally entered, cock heavy between spread legs as strong hands dug bruises into muscled thighs; of the slick smack of skin against skin, the wet gasps and deep grunts of desperate men, the squeak of a mattress and the rustle of fabric, and finally the overwhelming release of two bodies made undone.

By the time he was done Obi-Wan had abandoned the lecture, his attention focused and fixed entirely to Anakin - as it always should have been. With a smug smile Anakin tilted his head to the side, his arms crossing over his chest as he locked Obi-Wan in, keeping him transfixed with the gentle hum of their bond that promised all sorts of things once they were alone together. Obi-Wan pushed back, sinking into Anakin’s presence like a rock in the silt of a stream.

They stayed that way until the lecture was over and the rest of the observers stood with subtle groans and covered yawns. It was only when people began streaming out that Obi-Wan rose, a wince of discomfort splashing across his features for just a moment. Anakin couldn’t help but grin and rose to join Obi-Wan.

“You’re a brat, you know that, right?” Obi-Wan asked as Anakin settled next to him, their shoulders pressing together briefly before they left the lecture hall.

“You did tell me to occupy myself,” Anakin said. He was still grinning.

Obi-Wan let out a small huff before he grabbed Anakin’s wrist and tugged him down one of the hallways.

“Where are we going?” Anakin asked with a laugh.

“To the first dark closet we can find.”

[pastelghoul]

Rescue Mission - Kylo Ren x Apprentice!Reader

Scraped chapter from Asphyxia - Imagine Kylo Ren sets out on a rescue mission after you go missing during a solo mission. Pt 1 - here

I landed my TIE fighter nearby a small settlement on Jakku, dust flying up as I turned off the engine. Getting out of the ship, I pulled up my hood and looked around, noticing a couple of other stormtroopers not too far ahead, making my way over towards the settlement.

I came to a marketplace, weaving my way through the stalls as I searched for any sign of the droid. That's when I noticed two people - a man and a woman - staring at me. I recognized the man as FN2187 - the rouge stormtrooper.

He seemed to be whispering something to the woman, his eyes widening as he realized I'd spotted them. Behind them was a small droid that fit the description of the one that Master Ren was searching for.

I smirked, making my way over towards the trio. FN2187 grabbed the woman's hand and took off, leading her and the droid away from me. I felt for my saber, ensuring it was on my belt before running after them.

When Kylo was training me, he made sure I was skilled athletically as well, not just combat wise. The trio were fast, but not fast enough. I realized they were heading for the shipyard, so I force-jumped up onto the roof of the marketplace. It was sturdy enough for me to make my way across fairly easily as long as I ran and jumped from roof to roof.

Reaching the other side, I jumped down and grabbed my sabre from my belt, igniting it as I landed. The terrified looks on their faces caused a small smirk to grace my lips before it quickly disappeared.

The female looked shocked, as though she had never seen a lightsaber before. Then again, ever since the Jedi and the Force became nothing more than myths, most people would be shocked to see someone wielding a saber.

"Shit..." FN said, taking a step back.

"Who... Who is that?" the female asked, looking to FN.

"That would be Kylo Ren's apprentice..." he said, continuing to back up. I took a step forward, swinging my saber menacingly.

"Hand over the droid." I demanded, continuing to walk forwards. The female held her staff out, pointing it at me threateningly.

"The droid stays with me!" she shouted. The small droid beeped in agreement, moving behind her. I sighed, not wanting to make things harder than they had to be.

"This is your last chance. Hand over the droid and no one gets hurt." I warned, swinging my saber around one more.

The trio backed up against a stall , however the droid backed up against a loosened pillar, managing to knock it over. I looked up, seeing that the ceiling was about to collapse on top of me. I jumped out of the way just in time, watching as part of the marketplace collapsed into a heap of dust, wood and rags.

I groaned, turning around and shouting "Call in the air strike!" to a pair of nearby stormtroopers, before running off towards my TIE fighter.

I got in and started the engines, taking off as I circled around searching for the trio. It didn't take long to find them; they were running towards the shipyard once more. They were heading for one of the ships - a quad-jumper - before it was promptly blown into a million pieces.

They quickly changed course, heading for a Corellian YT model freighter instead. "Shoot down that freighter!" I ordered, watching as the ship took off.

Slowly, one by one, the TIE fighters in front of me were shot down, until I was the last one left. By now we were flying through a ship graveyard, dodging left and right to avoid overhangs and loose parts of ships.

They took a sudden left turn, heading straight into the exhaust of a giant star destroyer. I had to be quick, avoiding pipes and pieces of the ship that jutted out. I spotted an opening up ahead, sure that the fugitives would take their chance to escape through there.

Sure enough, their ship turned and flew out through the hole. I did the same, now having a clear shot at their ship. I watched in confusion however as they powered off the engines, until I realized I was now in their line of fire.

I was too late to correct my mistake, however, as they fired at me, blowing my left wing off of my TIE. I was heading straight for the ground, and unless I escaped before my TIE crashed, there was little chance I'd survive.

I tried unbuckling my belt, quickly realizing however that it was jammed. Damn it, I knew I should have fixed that last inspection! I thought to myself, cursing under my breath for my stupidity.

Feeling around for my saber, I was disappointed to find that it too was trapped by my belt. I wasn't too far from the ground now, having no choice other than to close my eyes and hope for the best. Using the last of my energy, I created a Force shield around myself, hoping it would withstand the crash.

With a loud bang, the ship crashed into the side of a sandy hill, the impact smashing the windshield and launching me out of the ship. I landed with a thud not too far away, the Force shield around me dissipating upon impact.

Groaning in pain, I rolled over to see where my ship was; I wasn't surprised to see that in its place was a giant mound of fire and black smoke. I was just relieved that I was a safe distance away and not sitting inside that burning chunk of metal, melting away.

I sighed, rolling onto my back as a sharp pain erupted in my side. I pressed my fingers against where it hurt, drawing them back and seeing what looked to be blood smeared across them. My eyes widened, however I started to feel weaker with every second that went by.

I closed my eyes, praying that someone would find me and save me. I just hoped it wasn't too late when they found me...

XXX

Kylo Ren stood looking over a control panel, observing as he waited for news on the droid situation. His apprentice hadn't reported back to him, which she was supposed to do over an hour ago. It was very unusual for her, which led Ren to question whether or not he should be worrying.

"Sir, we were unable to acquire the droid on Jakku." Kylo Ren turned around, jaw clenching at what he'd had just heard. "It escaped capture aboard a stolen Corellian YT model freighter."

"The droid... stole a freighter?" he asked, processing the news.

"Not exactly sir. It had help." Ren turned around so he was facing the officer, fists clenching in anger. "We have no confirmation but we believe FN-2187 may have helped in the escape."

He ignited his lightsabre, rage flowing through Kylo Ren's veins as he slashed and hacked away at the control panels, sparks flying through the air. The sound of glass shattering and metal falling to the floor continued for a moment, before he stopped and calmly asked the young officer "Anything else?"

There was a slight pause before he answered. "The two were accompanied by a girl." Ren's arm shot out as he force-pulled the officer into an outstretched palm.

He held him there in the air choking him for a moment, mind racing, before finally asking "What girl?"

A sc-scav-venger! Br-brown hair and w-we-wearing rags!" He was dropped to the floor, before realizing that she still hadn't reported back.

"What about my apprentice? She hasn't reported back to me yet." Ren spoke.

The officer rubbed his throat, looking up at Kylo Ren. "No one's heard from her..." he croaked.

"Send out a search party, don't return until she's located." He snapped, turning around.

"But-" he began, only to be cut off abruptly.

"Go!! Now!!!" Kylo Ren screamed, swinging his lightsabre at him and watching as he got up and scurried away. Ren sighed, shaking his head in frustration.

xXx

I groaned as the feeling of my body being lifted from an ice bath pulled me from my sleep. I was cold for a moment, shivering from the chilly air that surrounded me. Suddenly I was pulled into something hard and warm, what felt like a blanket being draped over my body providing me warmth.

I pried open my eyes, the first thing I saw being the starry night sky. I never realised how beautiful it was, billions of stars twinkling in the twilight.

My gaze shifted to the person who was carrying me. I didn't recognize them through my blurred vision, long, dark locks of hair obscuring their face. I couldn't read their thoughts, their mind was blank. Are they blocking me out? Reaching up to try and move their hair out of the way in a vain attempt to see their face, I mumbled something incoherent. Their grip around me tightened, pulling me closer to a warm, firm chest.

I looked at what was draped over me. Oh. I thought, realizing that a cloak of sorts had been wrapped around me. I was too exhausted to stay awake for much longer, quickly finding myself drifting off to sleep once again, the warm embrace providing me comfort.

Kylo looked down at his unconscious apprentice, eyes narrowed in concern at your state. He could only blame himself for such recklessness, you seemed to take after him and his stubborn tendencies.

The cool of the desert night left a chill in the air, prompting him to pull his cape further over your body. You didn't know it, but he cared deeply for you, despite his cruel, cold demeanour. Over the years he'd grown fond of the younger apprentice - even if you were forced into his care by Snoke.

It took a while of walking before Kylo reached the ship, setting his sleeping apprentice down on a steel medical slab, leaving the aid droids to tend to your wounds.

Once the droids were done, he scooped your limp body up and took you to his chamber, laying you down on the bed so you were comfortable.

Kylo sat down on the end of the bed, eyes trained on your sleeping form, worry still creasing his brow. Slowly, he moved a hand to caress your cheek, his rough touch stirring you.

His eyes flicked to his helmet that sat in the corner of the room; he'd never shown you his face in all the years you'd known him. Mostly out of stubborn pride, but now there was something else lingering in the darkness. Kylo had trained himself to be resilient and strong, yet no matter what he couldn't bury the fear of rejection.

He watched intently as you returned to a peaceful state of sleep, inching himself closer to you. Slowly, carefully, he pushed a strand of hair out of your face, this time caressing your cheek gentler so as not to wake you.

"Reckless girl..." he muttered, getting up to leave, but not before stealing one last glance in your direction. For now, stolen glances would have to suffice.

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[oceansssblue]

I loved the platonic omegaverse fic you wrote for the Batch!

If it's not a bother, I'd love to see more of them :) maybe something about omega Wrecker, like him going in to heat at an unfortunate time, like during a mission?

If that's not something you'd enjoy writing, I'd just love to see more platonic stuff about the Batch in general :)

Thank you for writing these fics, I've really enjoyed what you've done so far! :)))

Ty! I'm glad you liked it :)

Not a bother at all, I plan to expand the sw omegaverse fanfics as much as I can.

I liked your idea for Wrecker so here you go! 🫡

Xx, Blue.

"PUSH THROUGH IT" – Platonic (o) Wrecker & tbb 💖💔

WARNINGS: A sprinkle of angst because Wrecker's heat decided to appear in a dangerous moment, so mentions of war, blood and some arguments related to that. But don't worry, this is still mostly fluff! The usual omegaverse shit minus smut cause this is completely platonic.

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Dread. It was what Wrecker felt when the first rush of warmth pulsed through his veins. It couldn't be happening now. It just couldn't. He had been taking his supressants. They were in the middle of the battlefield. Why, then why, was he feeling like he usually did in the beginnings of his heat?

He tried to ignore it and best as he could; but soon the dizyness added to the warmth, and lastly, the pain. He fought the urge to curve in himself, bring his hands to his lower stomach. Right now, they were occupied with two heavy blasters, blasters that he should be using to shoot enemies instead of shaking paralised in place. From his privilaged position on top of the mountain, Crosshair took out a droid Wrecker hadn't even seen coming. His brother called out his lack of awareness inmediately.

"What the fuck are you doing just standing there?" The sniper hissed through the squads com line. "Wake up, Wrecker".

The omega shook himself out of it; clenching his jaw and trying to push the nausea down. He jumped back into battle; even if his movements were slower than usual, and he respeted to blasting everything out instead of turning into a more physical tackle mode. He pushed through the pain; concentraiting as hard as he could in just surviving, waiting, until he could return to the safety of the Marauder, where he could finally break down and breathe.

It was an hour of full torture. Blood dripped down one side of his face, a few minor scratches scattered across his body here and there. Sweat covered every inch of his skin. Slick dripped down his thighs as well. He felt disgusting; the need to clean himself almost overwhelming. With his jaw clenched, he jumped onto the ship and waited once more as Tech piloted the Marauder out of the planet's atmosphere.

He breathed through the quietness, finally, allowing himself to relax if just a bit. Crosshair didn't have the same plans, though; as he inmediately confronted him.

"What the hell was going on with your head to day?" He spat out agressively. "Emptier than usual?"

Crosshair tended to run his tongue whenever he was particularly angry; and Wrecker was aware he had put them all in danger with his distraction in the warzone. Still, he couldn't help but squirm in place; eyes cristalysing with his abrassive verbal attack.

"Sorry" he whispered, ashamed, eyes flying down towards the floor of the cockpit.

Wrecker knew the rest of the Batch agreed; but no one added a thing. They remained in silence while Tech jumped into hyperspace. Only then, they allowed themself to completely relax; slumping down on their seats and abandoning their weapons on the floor, taking off their helmets too. Hunter inhaled sharply instantly at that.

"You're in heat" he stated, dark brown eyes sharpening on Wrecker. "Has this started in the mittle of the mission?"

Tech, Echo, and Crosshair, turned to look at him in surprise –Hunter was the only alpha of the group, while Wrecker the only omega–; he nodded silently.

"When, exactly?" Hunter digged.

"An hour and something ago" Wrecker muttered.

Hunter sighed tiredly.

Crosshair's face switched to concern and understanding.

"I'm sorry, Wreck" he told him, drowning in guilt, and Wrecker shrugged carelessly, eyes still fixed on his feet.

"This is most unusual" Tech intervened. "I have been personally supervising your supresants and you have taked them accordingly. We will need to visit Medbay when we arrive Kamino. Perhaps an adjustment to a higher dose would be needed".

Ah, so that could be it. Wrecker squirmed uncomfortably again. He hated going to Medbay. Hated when the longlecks prodded at him.

"Go take a quick shower, vod" Hunter ordered gently. "We'll prepare a nest for you in the meantime".

Wrecker brightened; smiling in relief and nodding inmediately. He was dying to wash the blood and sweat off his body.

The visit to the sonic was a bit linger than usual; his muscles melting and his body finally allowed to crash down. When he re-appeared on the cockpit, his brothers had pushed all the matresses of their bunks into the floor, together; with the blankets and pillows on top of them. Someone had even placed Lula on the nest. Hunter opened his arms; and Wrecker sighed happily, inmediately jumping for the offer. He cuddled against the alpha's body; smiling at the rest of his beta brothers laying down around him.

"You did good, vod'ika" Hunter whispered soothingly. "Ignoring your heat in the middle of the battlefield. When I didn't think you cound be more strong..."

Wrecker's cheeks slightly redenned at the praise. He always reacted like that whenever his brothers congratulated him on something. For all he could be loud and social, he was shy on some aspects as well.

"Thank you" he mumbled against his shoulder.

Crosshair reached a hand to squeeze his forearm. When Wrecker snatched his hand in his, the sniper didn't try to make him release him.

Wrecker smiled. The pain and dizyness reduced drastically. He was with his pack now. Home. Safe.

THE END.

It came out supershort but I felt I conveined the idea alright with just that! Xx.

Omegaverse masterlist here:

[jedi-lothwolf]

Familiar chapter one

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: Pabu was eerily familiar to CX-2. Clone Force 99 felt like someone to him. Why they mattered, he couldn't remember.

Notes: Spoilers for the episode Point of No Return

Chapter two: Research of the Past (coming soon)

  Why was Pabu so, familiar? That was the only question going through CX-2's head. It felt like he should care about it and its people; like somewhere deep down, he didn't want to be there to hurt someone.

    Still, he was there to find the target. A girl named Omega was an m-count target, so he had to take her to Tantus. It shouldn't feel so wrong. Just like fighting Ct-9904 shouldn't have felt like a betrayal to himself.

    Seeing the pirate was already so eerily familiar. Being in her presence made him smile and he felt warm. Her sweet but sassy voice, her beautiful hair, they seemed like they meant something to him. Maybe they had.

    CX-2' stood on the wall that separated lower and upper Pabu. There, near the water, was the Havoc Marauder. It was the ship that the group of rogue clones flew and from the information that the man had, lived out of. It was a modified Omicron-class attack shuttle. Ct-9902 had made the changes to the ship.

    Maybe there was a reason CX-2 hesitated to shoot the ship. By the ramp, Ct-9903 stood. The man had been named Wrecker, which fit him well. There was something unsettling about the thought of him blowing up, like he had personal feelings about. Maybe that was why he shot the ship's wing where he did.

    It was easy to see and it wasn't in his blind spot. Seeing him notice the explosive and grab the power droid and jump away from his home, made blowing the ship up slightly easier. It shouldn't have.

    Why was he so reluctant to hurt them? Clone Force 99 were traitors. The Bad Batch had killed imperial soldiers and officers, they had destroyed the empires properly. Killing them, would be good for the galaxy, yet CX-2 hesitated to do so.

    So he walked away. Finding Omega was his mission. Destroying the Marauder was to ensure they stayed on the planet. Making the call to be ready to burn the island and its people to the ground, was not one he had wanted to make.

    There was a place near the top of the mountain. Maybe, CX-2 thought, I should go up there. Maybe the girl would be there.

    The leaves of the tree that stood on the platform swayed. It was a beautiful and proud Weeping Maya Tree. Near the top of the mountain was a communal space. Walking inside, the man looked around for the target. The room was filled with artifacts.

    A jade tree sat on a shelf that almost made him smile. Shaking it off, his eyes scanned the shelves and landed on a stuffed Tooka doll and a pair of shattered goggles.

    CX-2 took a step back. Then he walked towards the shelf. With much kinder hands than he had been treated with, he picked up the goggles and stared at them. The weight of the glasses in his hands was uncomfortably familiar.

    Startled, he laid them back down. Looking at the doll, CX-2's breath started to catch and tears welled in his eyes. The name of the Tooka was on the top of his tongue and he knew it shouldn't be.

    When he woke up, Hemlock had told him who he was didn't matter. He had said that he had been an imperial soldier who had amnesia from his last mission. When he asked what his name was, he was told it was CX-2. Something always felt wrong about that.

    Removing his helmet, CX-2 placed it beside the googles. Picking up the stuffed toy, he pulled it closer to him. "L-" her name was the only thing he could think about. With his mission long forgotten, he tried to piece the rest of the tooka's name together.

    "Lula?"

    The room was silent. The lighting was warmer than he had remembered and all the noise of the outside had disappeared. Without the helmet, everything was blurry. However it felt like CX-2 could see clearer than he had remembered.

    The reason he hated the thought of hurting Clone Force 99, the reason he knew Lula's name, the reason the pira- liberator of ancient wonders was important to him; he had known them. The people had been something to him at some point in his life. But who were they?

    CX-2 needed to know. Still holding Lula, he stood there overwhelmed by his discovery. As his breathing continued to speed up, he sat on the floor. Clutching the doll he tried to think. Where did he go from here?

    The man could go back to the empire and complete him mission or he could lie and say that he had made a mistake, leave, and escape come his next assignment. Staying and fighting for the empire meant he would likely never get his answers. However, staying with them also meant he would survive.

    Standing, the man set Lula down next to the googles. Clearing the tears from his face, he placed him helmet back on his head and reached from his comm. Then he let his hand fall back to his side. If someone had already found her and he told them she wasn't on the island, he'd be killed for treason.

    Finding Omega became his next objective. While that may have already been his mission, now he only intended to keep her safe. Leaving the building, CX-2 sighed. In truth he was scared. He knew what Hemlock could and would do to him if he was caught.

    But he needed to know who he was. Learning who these people were to him meant betraying what he knew. Committing an act of treason didn't hurt as much as he thought it would.

    Walking though the streets of Pabu, he ordered the flame throwers to be put down. There was no need just yet to burn down the island.

    Almost twenty minutes later, CX-2 found the girl. She stood in the middle of the street, ready to give herself up for the safety of the people. Before she got a chance to give herself away, the clone grabbed her and pulled her away from the street. "Shhhh."

    Confused Omega was silent.

    "You are an adolescent. I am going to inform the others that I was mistaken in identifying you. Stay hidden."

    "What?" Was all Omega could think of saying.

    "You are a child, I will not subject you to the experiments of Tantiss. You will be safe here once I'm through with my tasks."

    Taking the alley, Omega asked "where is it?"

    "What?"

    "Tantiss. I need to know."

    "Where Tantiss is, is of no concern to you. I need you to stay hidden."

    Ignoring him, Omega asked again. "I'll walk into the street and give myself up right now. If you really want to keep me safe, you'll tell me."

    "One day you will know. Currently, it is safer this way. Accept the opportunity that it being given to you. It is not the time."

    "Then when is?"

    "When you have a plan."

    "I have a plan! I-"

    "Is it a good one?"

    Omega was silent. "Fine."

    "Find a place to hide."

    The girl nodded. While she was sceptical of the sleeper agent's intentions, at least Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair wouldn't be so worried.

    Walking away, CX-2 reached for his comm. "I had mistaken a similar looking civilian for the girl. The target is not here." He sighed. "Gather your men and be ready to leave."

    "Yes sir."

    Hoping this risk would pay off, the man pondered what answers The Bad Batch could have for him. Soon, he would have his answer. Maybe while he waited for his next mission, he should do most digging into who these people really are.

[hero-of-courage]

Here are some short writings from Linked Galaxy!

Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?

Warriors snickered unashamedly as Four pulled a stormtrooper helmet over his head. The two of them and Legend had snuck aboard an imperial cruiser and were in need of disguises. The captain decided to tease the boy as he adjusted the plastoid armor on his shoulder.

"You've definitely gotta be the shortest stormtrooper I've ever seen." The man chuckled.

Four yanked the helmet off and leveled him with a glare.

He muttered bitterly, "Hand me that cadet helmet."

Legend slid in next to Warriors in full armor. "Honestly, he should really be posing as a captured Ewok or Jawa instead."

Four roughly pulled the cadet helmet over his head and growled in a filtered voice, "Shut up or I'll stun you."

Legend knocked on the top of Four's helmet with a daring smirk. "Try it. We'll see how this op goes when you're dragging my limp body around."

The captain cut in with a mock serious tone, "Don't do it, Four. It won't go over well."

Four scowled underneath the helmet. "Why did I have to be assigned this mission with you two?"

Where's your padawan?

Time peeked over the crate carefully. Standing at attention, in front of their escape was an outrageous amount of troopers. He sighed then turned to address the two boys next to him.

"Now, this is a tight situation. We are out numbered by a lot and our chances of getting out of this hanger with guns blazing is out of the question." He shared a glance with his former apprentice. "I think it best to employ stealth-"

Time glanced around. "Twilight, where's your padawan?"

The sound of an explosion and screaming bucket-heads rang out behind him. "That's him isn't it?"

Twilight rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah..."

Time pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I'm going to have a word with both of you later. Let's get moving before Wild gets himself killed."

Point and Shoot

Legend fired his blaster at an approaching trooper and swiped his gun. After examining it briefly, he tossed it to his companion.

Hyrule fumbled to catch the weapon as Legend spoke, "There. Use that."

Hyrule turned the blaster over in his hands, looking for the grip. "I have never used a blaster before."

Legend stared at the younger boy blankly for a moment before continuing his march down the hallway. "What am I going to do with you, kid? It's simple. Point and shoot."

She's a good speeder!

"Rusl can drop us off at the spaceport and then bring Epona back home so we don't have to worry about leaving her," Twilight summarized his plan for leaving Ordon.

Time raised a brow. "You named your speeder?"

"She's a good speeder!" Twilight defended himself with his arms crossed over his chest.

The exasperated master shook his head. "I'm not going to argue about this."

Please tell me we won't...

"Please tell me we won't have me launched full speed in an escape pod into an imperial space station?" Wind huffed after speaking what seemed to be utter nonsense in a down right serious tone.

"I'm sorry?" Sky leaned forward to glance at the boy in concern and confusion. "We uh won't do that?

Wild grinned like a mad man. "Yes. Yes we will."

Four is a droid?

"Who needs a droid when you have Four to fix things? Am I right?" Wind elbowed Warriors next to him.

Legend chuckled. "Do you think he can make it past the detectors in a cantina?"

"Probably not," Wild jumped in. "Not with all that scrap metal he carries around with him."

Four's eye twitched and he gripped the wrench in his hand. "I am so close to strangling all of you."

Warriors didn't bother to hide his amusement. "He's got the attitude for it too."

"Say goodbye to your heaters. Don't come to me to fix it when you're all freezing in your rooms tonight."

I'm a fighter pilot!

Sky stumbled into the captain's seat of a freighter and scanned over the controls frantically.

"How does this thing work?" He yelled towards the back of the ship.

Legend stopped his decent down the ladder in shock. "I thought you were the best pilot!"

"I'm a fighter pilot!" Sky shot back in frustration. "I've never seen a ship like this before!"

Legend blinked at him in disbelief. "This is a simple freighter! How have you not seen one?"

"My people never traded with outsiders!" Sky explained as he guessed at the switches and successfully started the engines. "The biggest ship we have besides our loftwing fighters is the Skycarrier itself!"

"Blast it all!" Legend swore as he mentally declared this conversation a lost cause. He let himself drop into the lower turret position. "Just figure it out! I'm manning the guns!"

How'd you get so skilled with a lightsaber?

"How'd you get so skilled with a lightsaber?" Twilight asked as he and Sky boarded their home ship.

Sky pondered a moment. "I was trained by the ghosts of ancient Jedi."

Time, who happened to hear them as they entered, spilled his caff in surprise.

"Is that right?" Twilight grinned.

Sky nodded. "I think facing off against two supposed long dead Sith Lords was a big part of it."

The captain, who had walked past them at that moment, turned to face the eldest in the corner.

"Did he just say what I thought he said?" Warriors spoke in a panicked tone.

Time didn't reply as he cleaned up his spilled drink.

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Christian Alzmann, depicts Grogu standing on a rock, while he touches a spot on the rancor's head, with the streets of Mos Espa in the background. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor. Calendar by DateWorks.

The moment he touched the rancor’s skin Grogu could sense how overloaded the poor critter was. It hadn’t really wanted to hurt the Mandalorian. It didn’t really want to hurt anyone. But if you hurt it, what did you expect it to do? Pull up a chair and have a long chat while it buffed your nails and said something like, ‘Listen, doll. That comment you made about my weight… that really wasn’t necessary. Maybe next time you keep that sort of thing to yourself. I have a job I’d like to keep and a family to support, so maybe we could do that instead? Okay?”

Rancors didn’t have the ability to speak Gal Basic, let alone, try and reason with another person who’d harmed them in anything like a compassionate and thoughtful way. This rancor had just been through a lot. Asked to fight against those wretched Scorpenek Annihilator Droids while protecting Boba Fett from harm, and running all over Mos Espa. That was a lot to ask of a young rancor under any circumstances, but then people, mostly the Pykes, were shooting at it and trying to hurt it too. That was too much. Completely overwhelming and unfair. Grogu didn’t understand why any of the adults didn’t figure that out. And where the heck was the rancor trainer? He would have known what the poor critter needed!

But as Master Beq always said, you can’t work with tools you don’t have. Grogu had to do what he could do with the tools at hand. Literally, at hand. His hands. So he touched the huge critter on the snout and realized instantly how upset, bereft, overwhelmed, and angry the poor thing was, on top of being tired. Now he had to decide what to do about it.

He supposed he could just use the Force to convey to the big critter that everything was going to be fine and everyone was okay and no one would hurt it and all the rest of that stuff had just been some sort of big mistake. That would be mostly true. It was important to not sugar coat the bad stuff when you trying to talk someone down from a bad day or a bad event, but you wanted to give them a sense of hope and security as well. 

Grogu couldn’t actually say, “May I call you Ranky? Thank you. I’m sorry Ranky, but at this point in time I’m unaware of the status and location of the two people you care about more than any other people on the entire planet. It’s possible, indeed likely, that they’ve been horribly injured or have already succumbed to their injuries while you’ve been otherwise occupied. Exactly. Now, be a good lad, buck, and all that, and please leave these other folks alone. They are nice people who didn’t realize that the people paying them off and selling them spice were in fact, bad people. One doesn’t like to judge, you know.”

No, despite that being one of the many scripts he’d learned at the Jedi Temple in the diplomacy course he’d taken, just before the whole Order had been toppled by a couple of cranky Sith wannabes, Grogu didn’t think it was appropriate for a rancor that thought it possible that both it’s ‘father’ in the form of Boba Fett and it’s caretaker, had been ended in some sort of brutal way. After all, it had just been letting it’s feelings on that matter be recognized by the remaining people who’d allowed that atrocity to take place. The only harm in that had been that Mos Espa was pretty old as a city and rancors were immensely strong. Old architecture was never a match against young pain and anguish.

Grogu also realized that he couldn’t do what the Mandalorian had tried. He didn’t know how to ride a rancor. He didn’t have a flight pack. And he didn’t jump off bridges just because his friends did. That had also been a lesson from his time on Coruscant, but it had been the sort of lesson you learn when your best friend is fearless and liked going on adventures and you hadn’t learned until mid-adventure, that as much as you enjoyed climbing the exterior of the tallest tower in the complex that jumping off it was just not in the cards for you, Force, or no Force. In Ian’s defense, neither of them really knew that Grogu had been developing a steady fear of heights based on other adventures they’d been on that had involved jumping without using the Force. At least sliding down the exterior surface of the tower had been do-able with a little help from the Force and he’d managed to get a new coverall out of the adventure, since the friction had totally worn a hole into various bits and pieces of the one he’d been wearing at the time.

His obvious choices were limited and then Grogu remembered a tried and true solution to so many problems he was surprised that he hadn’t considered first. A nap! The rancor needed a nap. It would allow the big critter to physically cool down, which was essential, as well as allow it to relax. It’s muscles had taken a literal beating from the droids, the buildings, and the Pykes. They needed time to recuperate. And the the rancor’s mind needed some peace and quiet. It wouldn’t forget about Boba Fett, or trainer Machete, but it would release its concerns for them for a little bit and that counted. It would give Grogu time to see how they were doing, heal them if necessary or prepare the population for the rancor’s reaction if something more serious had actually happened to them.

So just as quick as he could he used the Force to help the rancor sleep.  Eyes closed. Breath in deeply. Release the breath slowly. Relax on the soft, sandy ground. No concerns. No worries. Just a nice, peaceful, n….

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts: #380

BBS & Frouse IRL Names & Alias Prompts: [ 5 ]

BIGPUFFER

SMii7y has to get dead last for anyone to get a chance, everyone target, SMii7y.

Pezzy, Pezzy, Pezzy, Pezzy, Pezzy, you're so fucking dumb, I need your help.

I'm so sick of Pezzy.

Pezzy, stop talking, let me talk.

Get down here, Droid, come on.

Hold on, I'm gonna pick up SMii7y.

Anyway, I sent you an invite, Mcnasty.

What is SMii7y doing?

SMii7y made it up, he made it up.

Alright, see you later, SMii7y.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Vanoss, he's stuck, don't!

Nogla, come help them, they're stuck.

Nogla, help them.

Oh, Vanoss, jump on top of me, I got you.

Vanoss, get the hell off me.

Hit me, Vanoss.

Come on, Legiqn, we can do this together!

Don't be excited, Vanoss, that's nothing to be excited about!

Terroriser, you went a little bit too far, Terroriser.

Legiqn is winning.

VANOSSGAMING

Goddamnit, Mr. Brian.

What the hell is that, Nogla?

Nice, Nogla, I like the tactics.

Don't listen to Puffer, we're not supposed to go down to our deaths.

Legiqn is the only one alive?

Puffer, get him, get him.

How'd you get down there, Legiqn?

We're looking for Puffer and Moo.

Delirious, you didn't hear one break their legs, did you?

That's what Nogla did last round.

NOGLA

You distracted him, Legiqn.

You did that just to make Vanoss laugh.

Evan, bro, I'm sorry, man.

Use the warp and swap with Legiqn.

That's what you get, Legiqn.

Yeah, but who would you rather win, Legiqn or Brian?

Uh-oh, Brian's bullying me.

Evan, kill someone.

It's like me saying your name, Vanoss.

Evan, I'm trying to get back to you.

SMII7Y

Puffer, shut up!

What do you mean "yikes"—that's it, Puffer, I'm killing you first.

Nogla, you kinda did sell him out, I'm not gonna lie.

I just got Grizzy, that's all I wanted, I just wanted Grizzy.

I got Puffer killed, I absolutely got Puffer—I didn't say anything, but I got him killed.

Nogla's doing the Nogla thing and just shooting everybody.

The only reason you lost that, Nogla, is because you freaked out and sprinted.

Matt, talk again.

Grizzy, come on!

Grizzy, we should work together.

[thevibraniumveterans]

STAR WARS — SKELETON CREW

Ep1 : This Could Be A Real Adventure

OVERALL THOUGHTS:

1. Really cool that the dialogue is age-appropriate in that kids talk and argue exactly like kids would.

2. Equally cool is that Wim and Neel are like much of us, pretending to be Jedi with make-believe lightsabers.

MY NOTES:

- Twinkly intro music, intersting.

- Classic pan-down, freighter comes into view.

- Freighter gets boarded, firefight ensues!

- Firefight ends, NR loses. Pirates are after money, as usual.

- A NR credit is square-shaped with the sigil on it.

- a young kid Wim plays with action figures, like a lot of us. The father’s headed out, and the child heads out for school post-breakfast. He lives in a sub-urban neighborhood and is greeted by a friend, Neel. They play Jedi and Sith; a tram comes to pick them up, and they head to school in the city. They see two other kids veer off.

- The city-scape looks much like ours, just more sci-fi.

- Wim and Neel are in class, and are asked about the following day’s life-deciding test.

- Outside, Fern and KB zoom around on a hoverbike.

- Fern is at home, and so is her mom. Fern is a top student!

- Wim is a bit too awake to fall asleep, so he reads book on his datapad.

- Next morning he misses the bus, but steals a hoverbike to get to school through the woods. He falls into a gulley on the way there. No chance he’d be taking the important assessment he was meant to take.

- A droid finds him and brings him to school. He’s in trouble. Fern is also in trouble, but for racing bikes. Wim’s dad comes to school, mad.

- Wim finds his friend Neel and heads to the woods. They trudge thru the woods each with a hover bike, and get to the spot. Fern and KB are at the spot already. They and Neel and Wim mini-argue over the spot.

- Wim is not at home; his dad comes home.

- At the spot, KB opens a door, and they go in. They discover a droid, deactivated. And they get themselves stuck inside.

- “You need to grow up” is a funny thing for a fellow child to say.

- KB finds a power source, and the place turns on. Turns out, it’s a ship. Wim presses a button and the ship further activates. They do get to the escape hatch, and the ship gets ready for flight. Seems like the kids are better off inside. The ship flies off on autopilot, and goes into hyperspace

Ep 2 : Way, Way Out Past The Barrier

OVERALL THOUGHTS:

1. Also very cool episode, where it shows the clear danger of being kids in a seedy environment.

2. Also the shots are level with the kid POV, because this is a show about kids, so of course it would be from their POV, which makes the place look much scarier, with so many weird people in a bad place.

MY NOTES:

- They came out of hyperspace and hear a weird noise.

- They find a droid, a decrepit droid. Fern spins a tale to make the droid make her the captain. Fern tells the droid to take her and her new friends home, but then discover that they’re all so, so very lost out in space. They jump back into hyperspace to a nearby starport.

- School droids find Wim’s dad, who is very worried.

- Wim finds a lot of old-school pirate tools.

- They arrive at the starport, and are ferried to the port itself. There’s a sense of wonder among the 4 kids, because of course. But this is no place for a child, let alone four.

- They walk around looking for someone to take directions from, but wander off. KB spots a cat-bug like creature, and boops its nose before moving on. She then bumps back into Fern. Both are approached by a woman who tells them that this place is unsafe.

- Wim and Neel are still walking around, and decide to ask for directions at an eatery stall. Fern and KB meanwhile, are leery of the woman they just met.

- Wim and Neel run, shouting for help. They run from pirates. Fern shoots her blaster. The droid Sm-33 dispenses justice as he sees fit, and tells the kids to go to the ship.

- They get jailed, and try to think of ways to get home. They argue, because of course.

- A mysterious man appears.He uses the Force to float the key over to them.

[chalterdh22]

First Impressions

Summary: *Story takes place a month after Season 3 of The Mandalorian. Suri is a daughter of our favorite hanger mechanic Peli Motto. Returning back to live with her mom in between jobs, Suri finds out that a certain Mandalorian and a little green guy are close friends with her mom. She chooses to help them on their next adventures, developing relationships she's never expected and learning more about herself and her abilities than she ever thought possible.

Chapter 1: Why Are First Impressions the Worse?

It’s a good thing I’m strong, or my mom uses droids like slaves, because I swear, she would never get anything done.  I’m thinking this to myself as I’m tightening a few bolts under an old A-Wing.  The space is so small I can’t fit a wrench in it, so I resort to using my hands as vice grips.  I hear our comm go off as a ship descends into our bay.  Sighing, I use my legs and roll out from under the ship.

A beautiful Naboo Starfighter just landed.  Hmm, I haven’t seen one of those in a while, I thought.  They are super-fast from what I remember, but I have never flown in one.  I grab a rag and wipe all the sweat and dirt from my face, trying to be somewhat presentable in my dirty tank top and pants with holes in them.

As I toss the rag aside, I look up at the passenger.  No way!  A Mandalorian?!  I have never actually seen one in real life, but here he comes hopping out of the Starfighter, with a huge whip of his cape flowing behind.  “Hey, what can I do for you?” I asked with a smile on my face.

“I need to talk to Peli.” He replied in a monotone, direct voice.

“Ah, she’s not here right now.  Is there something I can help you with?” I ask why still walking to him, wiping off my hands on my pants.

He stops, looks at me, I think blankly, and says “I don’t think so.  When will she be back?”

I stop at this point, and by now, I’m getting a little defensive.  Folding my arms on my chest, I say, “I don’t know, an hour or two.”   He continues to stare, so, because I’m super mature, I stare right back.  After what seems like an hour, I finally ask, “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you?”  I almost yelled at him! 

He shakes his head no, turns and says as he’s walking away, “I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Or two!!!” I yell, always getting in the last word, I guess.  I shake my head as he turns the corner out of sight.  Who has mom been hanging out with?  Geeze!  I sit back down on the roller and finish this tedious job.  I’m asking mom for a raise when she gets back, I swear…

I’m wiping off some of the edges of the ship now where I made a mess.  “Suri, come help me with these parts!”  Mom yells from the back garage, making me jump a little.  When she says come help me, it means, use your muscles, and bring all this crap in for her.  I don’t mind though.  She’s an awesome mom.  We get along well.  We both are very loud and sarcastic.  I look more like my dad I guess, being short like mom, but stocky and muscular like him.  I only knew him up until I was 17 or so, and I haven’t seen him since.

“Coming!” I yelled back in her direction.  “Whoa,” stopping in my tracks.  She had a whole cart filled with…… junk???  “What is all this crap, mom?” I ask.

“Hey, it’s not crap!  There’s a lot of good parts here!  Practically wanted to give it to me for free!”  she yells back.

“Because it’s junk!”  I say, not being able to hold a straight face.  She’s so funny.  I just shake my head and start walking over to help.  And by help, means she’s done, and I’ll unload everything.  I start grabbing whatever and bringing it into the garage out of the back bay.  After a few trips back and forth, I hear her yell, “Mando!  Where’s the monster at?  You better have brought him!”

Shoot!  I completely forgot to tell her he had stopped by.  I walked up front, and they were walking towards each other.  I stop in the middle of them.  She seemed happy to see him at least. 

Suddenly, from behind the Mandalorian, I see this green blob jump right at mom!  With quick reflexes, I jump out, grab it, and roll to the ground, wrapping my arms around this little beast.  As that’s happening, the Mandalorian pulls a blaster on me and mom is yelling, “Wait, wait, Suri!  No!”

“What?” I yelled at her.

“That’s my grandson!  Put him down!  Mando, put down the blaster, that’s my daughter!” she turns and yells at him.

“Wait, what?”  I ask.  “Grandson? I think I’d remember that mom!”

“Well…… I adopted him!  Put him down!”

“You should do what she says,” the Mandalorian said, slowly lowering his weapon.  I looked down at the green thing as it was looking up at me with these big black eyes.  I looked back at mom, slowly setting him down.  He waddled as fast as he could over to mom and jumped super high and fast into her arms.  She seemed so happy, giving him lots of hugs.  By the time I looked back at the Mandalorian, he was standing next to me with his weapon holstered. 

We both just stared at them enjoying each other for a few seconds.

“Uh, mom, you want to tell me what’s going on?”  I asked.

“What, I can’t have people in my life you don’t know about?” she asked.  I sighed and shook my head.  The Mandalorian just stood there very still, watching her with the green thing.  She finally turned back to us smiling.  “What do you need now?” she asked.

“I need a new ship,” he said.  “Something that can transfer………. cargo.”

“Cargo, huh?  What kind of cargo?  And I’m not getting you a razor crest, so don’t even ask for one!”  She yells.

“It doesn’t have to be that, but something similar.  The kid and I need room to spread out and I need areas for my weapons and……….my cargo.  Do you have anything like that?”

“I might, but it’s gonna cost you!  Super rare this is!  Practically had to steal it.  And hey, just got some brand-new parts in today, top of the line!”

I roll my eyes.  Here we go again, I thought to myself.

“It’s not put together though.  If I had some help, it may take about 2-3 weeks,” she says eyeballing me and him at the same time.

“What is it?” he asked.  “Then I’ll decide if it’s worth my time.”

“Is that all I am to you?  A one stop shop?  Geesh!”  She puts down the creature and starts walking to the back.  “Come on, let me show you.”

I’m curious now.  What does she have back there.  I didn’t see much, but then again, mom’s full of surprises.  We turn the corner and there is a large……… ship????  I think?  What the.?

[rikki-roses]

Fluffy February Day 24: Silly Fear

Set in Early KOTFE

Setra perched atop the cabinet full of medical supplies in Doctor Oggurobb's medical lab on Odessen as one of the resident medical droids threatened her with needles and a vial of green fluid. The medical droid floated closer to her, and an unholy screech - not unlike a feral cat's - erupted from her throat as she Force pushed the offending droid to the opposite end of the lab. Oggurob gasped and swore in Huttese, and Lana, who had arrived earlier for moral support, let out an exasperated sigh.

Setra Nymeria Kallig-Rowan, that is the third droid today! It's just contrast dye, they need it to run proper scans of your heart so they can continue monitoring the damage from the Carbonite. Or do you not want them to adjust your medications? And you're fine with every other droid on base, why do you even have issue with the medical ones?"

Setra hunkered down on top of the cabinet, refusing to budge. "They just did contrasts a month ago on Iridonia. They said I could wait three months before going back for more testing. And the other droids don't cut you open or try to put chips in your head."

Lana blinked in absolute confusion. "Setra, what are you even talking about? Medical droids don't put anything in your head unless it's a medical emergency. And besides, your doctors asked that we run a contrast early and send it to them, we didn't like your bioscans during the last mission - your hearts aren't stable yet, even with the med adjustment last month."

"I saw it in a movie, Lana! There's a whole series of movies where people have chips put in their brains by medical droids, and then they turn into zombies! I don't want to turn into a zombie, Lana."

Lana almost laughed, barely stopping herself as she clapped a hand over her mouth as she realized the issue. "Setra, those movies are just fiction! That doesn't actually happen, I promise you."

Setra still didn't budge, wrapping her arms around her legs. "Each movie says it's based on a real story, though. They wouldn't just lie, Lana."

Oggurobb held up a placating hand to stop their disagreement. "Now Lana, brain chips that cause you to become a zombie are a very valid concern. While I can personally reassure you that none of the droids on Odessen are capable of such feats, I can still take steps to zombie-proof our medical processes, complete with diagrams and layman's terms. Will that be satisfactory?"

Setra nodded, then jumped down warily from the cabinet, making sure Oggurobb didn't have any surprise droids up his metaphorical sleeve. "Yes, that will be satisfactory. I will consent to the testing when I've read your report."

Setra scurried out of the lab before Lana said anything, shooting a dirty look at the medical droids as she walked out the door. Lana turned to Oggurobb, utterly baffled. "Please tell me you aren't going to run with this silly fear of hers."

The Hutt shrugged as he got to work. "This isn't the first time I've run into her fears - I first became aware of them when I worked with her on Makeb; ironically for the same heart issues she's dealing with now, just at a less concerning level. It may seem silly and small to us, yes, but not to her - best to mitigate and alleviate where we can. And it's really not much trouble - I can use some of the same materials I used on Makeb. And before you ask - her sisters are all aware, and informed me that Setra's had this fear since she was a child, and have yet to find a solution to cure her of this fear."

Lana let out another exasperated sigh, but relented; Setra was brave (almost to a fault) in all other matters, she could be forgiven one silly fear.

[arcadeprojectrv]

Play 5 Arcade games

What makes them arcade games:

The visual style usual follows a similar sort of pattern in each of the games whether its more bits or less bits. The gameplay loop is sort of true if it depends on what type of arcade game it is. for me its the top down type. The mechanics are also playing a key role since the player is limited.

Comparison: They all have similarities in style except Ikki. They all have similar mechanics the left to right or up and down. Z on keyboard but on a arcade would be a button for attack and anohter button for jump. All of them do. Yes they are replayable.

Rohga Armour Force:

Trying to shoot droids and the plane. To get rid of the plane for the next mission

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Heritage for the Future / Jo:

Simple fighting game try and get the other opponents healthbar down.

Sel Feena:

Put the chests in the right places and avoid the ghosts or enemies throughout the maze.

Ikki (Japan): defeat all the ninjas coming onto the screen

Ikari III - The Rescue: Defeat all the enemies while moving up.

[livinlavidavili]

“You’re good at this,” I grin lopsidedly and move to stand next to him, deflecting a few more and reaching out a hand to throw a bug into others, knocking them all down and making them easy to shoot.

One clone jumps on top of one of the droidekas, drilling straight through its body with a quick round of blaster fire.

For a moment, the Separatists prevail, several more clones falling to the ground in dreadful positions, limp and lifeless.

And then Cole and Chernan return, throwing case after case of weapons on the ground throughout the space.

One of the really enormous clones grabs a gun that’s meant to mount on Mandalorian ships to be shot from the side panels, holding it confidently in just his arms as he lays down cover fire for his brothers to push forward.

“KEEP IT GOIN’, ALPHA,” the clone next to you shouts at him, lunging forward to drive your sword through the chest of a grey battle droid. He twists the blade and lets sparks fly before ripping it out, kicking the droid in the chest to send him falling back. “Piece of shit.”

[drewbacca2]

Starkiller saga

44 BBY Chapter two part one

A new face

*One and a half months later* I've been rationing my rations. Been doing well I think. I've had my distress beacon going this entire time. But this bucket of bolts only has fifty feet of range! You would see the damn ship with your eyes before you got my beacon. Well… no use getting worked up. Will only starve faster. I'm eating my last ration. My stomach roars like an angry Wookiee. Then I see it… or rather them. A regal looking Mandalorian woman atop a majestic golden basilisk war droid. I'm in awe. I've never seen one, let alone expected to! The Republic made the Mandalorians of the old Republic dismantle their basilisk war droids after the Mandalorian wars! She says: "I have a gift for you, Mando'adeika open loading ramp. I don't hesitate to do so. I close all the doors so I don't depressurize my ship. I go to the ramp and open pull the lever, lowering it. She pushes a box of rations, a case of fuel… and a credit chit? I bow to her "I'm very grateful to you… um… who are you?" She doesn't turn around and says: "if we meet again, I will tell you. If not, it doesn't matter." Then she jumps towards her basilisk, and says: "you are powerful in the force, careful to not let it consume you." She grabs onto her basilisk and points to a space station. "Your destiny lies there. If you hurry, you may find what you're looking for." Then she flies off.

I finish refueling, and I fly to the station. "What I'm looking for? What does she mean by that?" I'm being hailed by the station, and I press answer. "Unidentified ship, state your business or be on your way." I reply with: "I'm low on fuel and I may need some repairs and replenish my ships ammo." Some time passes before they say: "go to hanger 4-D, unidentified ship, you may want to name your ship while you're here. Other places won't suspect you're a pirate or smuggler." I dock with 4-D, and I get out. Before I can go anywhere else, a rodian in a jumpsuit with grease and tools around. She says: "Greetings Mando, let's get that docking fee out of the way, shall we?" I pull my credit chit out and hope that Mandalorian put enough on it… "five hundred credits and you're free to explore or whatever you want." It transfers to the mechanic. My new total is… 4,500? Damn. Thanks mystery Mando! I tell her, "Could you also paint my ship? With a black Mythosaur skull and red on the top of the ship and 80% red and 20% black on the bottom of the ship? And I would like to name it The Crimson Raven." "Right away Mando!" She says with a smile.

I walk away and I see three dudes harassing a purple twilek. I hear her whisper "help me" the big dude in the middle says: "nobody's gonna help you girl, not a single person has the balls to mess with us or-" his rant is interrupted by the sound of durasteel hitting the fork in between his legs. He falls and I say: "and you don't have any at all" and before the others can pull their blasters out of the holsters, I shoot them dead in the head. Then without looking, I shoot the big one on the floor. I holster both Vengeance and Justice, and I ask a very important question: "Are you alright?" The Twilek answers: "Yes, thank you… you should get out of here… their friends will be here soon." She says with a sad face, looking at the floor. I say: "Then it seems like you're not saved yet." She looks surprised and says: "Wait what?" "I said-" my stomach growls "can we talk over some food? I'm quite literally starving. Is there a restaurant on this station?" She says: "Yeah… follow me. And keep your eyes up! Not that I can see them" I reply with: "Of course, lead the way." We come to the restaurant, and the Twilek says: "I don't know what it says. But the food is good." "I look up and it's in huttese. "Bitchin Buggs' Bar." I say. "Really?" She looks confused. "Yeah. It's in huttese." She just shrugs her shoulders and we walk in.

[levitatingbiscuits]

Something very dear to my heart is the 501st thinking they're the badass rebel loose canons who do all the reckless crazy shit compared to the straight-laced, spick and span 212th who are extremely formal and put-together by comparison...

...until they start running joint campaigns and the 501st realize that the 212th are a disciplined, orderly, well-mannered battalion of ABSOLUTE FUCKING LUNATICS

[jake-g-lockley]

Give it Back or Else (Poe Dameron x fem!reader)

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Summary: Thievery can sometimes end in sweet ways Warnings: Swearing, a bit suggestive. Word Count: 989 words

A/N: Gonna continue lazily writing more Poe Dameron fluff maybe until my brain explodes.

You ran at top speed, clutching the helmet to your chest, dodging people around you. You found a crowd of people in the middle of the corridor and decided to use it to your advantage and slip away into a small corner as you watched your pursuer run right past where you were standing.

You wait for a few seconds, trying to control our breathing, before turning back the same way you came from and you start running as fast as your legs can carry you, long hair flowing behind you.

“HEY!” the commanding voice shouts from the opposite direction of the corridor and you don’t stop. You jump over the small orange and white droid that had been helping his master chase you and you continue sprinting, your laughter echoing through the hallway as people cheered.

You've been playing this same game with Poe Dameron for weeks now. He started it with an apple slice, then you followed with his socks and the items kept getting more personal by the day. You and him had turned it into a competition and people were finding it very entertaining.

You turned into another corridor and waited for a few seconds. When the coast was clear, you slipped the helmet under your linen shirt and walked around the corridor, trying to find a place to hide from the angry pilot.

You spotted General Leia and Rey reading some documents on their datapads in one of the rooms and you waved at them with a grin. The general gestured for you to come in and eyed the bump on your stomach with a confused expression.

“You took his helmet didn’t you?” She says, chuckling.

“Nope, this is my baby. Looks good doesn’t it?” You wiggle your eyebrows with a smirk.

“Damn, didn’t know Poe worked that fast.” Rey murmured.

“Hey, I heard that.” You said shooting her a glare.

“Oh no, Y/N, he’s coming over here. You better hide.” Rey says, moving her chair slightly and you crawl under the space of the table.

Two seconds later, you hear the door whoosh open followed by heavy breathing.

“General, did you see her?” He says, panting.

“Nope, even if I did, I’m not going to snitch, Commander Dameron.” You hear Leia say as Rey giggles.

You could practically hear him rolling his eyes at the General and you almost laughed.

“She’s gonna pay when I get my hands on her.” he groans. “Thanks anyway, you guys were no help.”

Rey kicks you once the coast is clear and you crawl out from under the table.

“When are you guys going to stop this and start admitting that you like each other.” Rey says, punching you leg playfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumble, looking away from her and absentmindedly started stroking the fake baby bump/helmet.

Oh yea, you were harboring the strongest feeling for the Resistance’s Poster Boy. The first time you fell for those puppy eyes, you thought you were having a slight stroke and your mind started melting because he had the ability to get whatever he wanted when he used his puppy eyes, especially with you.

It all happened so fast that you couldn’t comprehend the feelings and you were almost certain that he wouldn’t reciprocate your feelings. You longed for him and you tried to keep it to yourself but evidently everyone seemed to notice anyway.

“I think I should go and return this.” You mumble, gave the General and Rey a small smile and waddled out of the room.

Playing a funky tune on the helmet that was still under your shirt, you looked around for Poe, legs moving in sync with the tune, when suddenly you heard beeps. You turn around to see a murderous Poe marching down the hallway towards you with BB-8 rolling fast to keep up with him.

Your smile drops and you back into a wall as Poe closes in. He stops and stares at you for a few seconds, taking note of where his helmet was. You clung onto it, holding Poe’s intense eye contact.

“Y/N, give it back.” He says holding out his hands.

“Don’t touch my baby.” You say, playfully.

“I said, give it back, or else.” He narrows his eyes.

“Or else?” you push, a smirk growing on your face as he closes the gap between the two of you.

“Or else, I’ll give you a real baby.” He whispers into your ear and your smirk drops instantly and a shiver runs up your spine.

You swallow and shake your head absentmindedly. You stare up at his beautiful face from under your lashes and chew your bottom lip.

“Kiss me and you can have the helmet back, Dameron.” You took the leap without even thinking about its consequences and your eyes widened at your own little outburst of confidence.

Before you could blink, you felt Poe’s soft lips on your own and you black out for a second before slipping your hands upward to pull on his flight jumpsuit’s collar, deepening the kiss.

Kissing Poe was everything you ever imagined, the warmth of his lips were so inviting and you could taste the minty toothpaste that he used. He slipped a hand to the nape of your neck and pulled you towards him and you whimpered into his mouth at the slight pressure.

When the both of you pulled away, you were so breathless to the point of exhaustion. Poe leaned his forehead on yours as his free hand slipped under your shirt to pull out his helmet. He looked at the helmet then put it on your head, kissing your nose, making your face heat up.

“Maker, I’ve always wanted to do that.” He chuckled, pulling you close.

“That’s my line, Dameron.” You smile up at him as he leads you to the cantina.

“Y/N?”

“Mmhm?”

“I hid all your clothes.”

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