#clone commando corr

[cienie-isengardu]

Corr was uneasy. It was inevitable. "I just wanted to say something before we go any further."    "Get it off your chest, ner vod" said Atin. "I won't be trying to replace Fi." Corr blurted it out as if he'd been thinking about it for a long time and now wanted to get it over with. "I might wear the armor but I'm not the man, and I'm not going to compete with him. When he's fit, I'm out again, okay?"    Maybe he was being diplomatic, or he might not have realized how bad things were. Darman didn't explain.    "It's okay," said Atin. "I was one of Vau's trainees. Joining this bunch was a bit rough."    "Was not," Niner muttered. He'd never been one for a good laugh, but he tried hard -painfully hard - because morale was the squad sergeant's job as far as he was concerned. "It was Daruvvian champagne all the way."

Republic Commando: True Colors

[imrowanartist]

For the expression challenge: how about Corr in E4?

From marbledpolecat :D

Hi, Marrrr!

Here’s Corr for you! In his commando armor, because he deserves that ^^

[curlygirlybitchachos]

Finally some updates guys!

Okay so... Huh... The previous update was in September. Which is kinda sad and I'm truly disappointed in myself.

But now on had a little free time, and finished our dear Fi (I don't know why he looks more smaller than the others, but I still love him) and started Sev (his helmet paint killing me).

So yeah, I'm working just... a little bit slowly.

I'm currently working on some fan fictions and incorrect quotes so if I still alive at the end of the week I will come back.

Because I always come back.... *Foxy singing in the background*

[marbled-polecat]

My contribution to Republic Commando Week!  Minor characters day

Hehehehe, Corr and Mereel enjoying a little down time. I first heard of this ship after reading fics by kaasknot on AO3 so this is totally inspired but not based on their fic. 

Thanks for putting the everything together @officialrepcomm !!!

***Full Semi-Spicy image is under the cut!!! ***

[canuckianhawkbi]

the Mando polls were fun, so

[chicknstripz]

∘₊✧ [[ Bake me a cake ]] ✧₊∘

Pairing|| GN!Reader X Corr Word Count|| 863 Tags|| Self-Deprecation, Self-esteem & Confidence issues, Disabilities, Fluff & Angst, Domestic Fluff, Slice of life, Suggestive theming, NSFWish. Synopsis|| Corr attempts to make you a cake, but his intrusive thoughts get the better of him 'Don't eat that' prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

The counter is an absolute mess! Flour covers every inch of space, egg is (somehow) splattered on the ceiling, and don’t even get him started on the sink! He despairs every time he looks at the pile of dishes, the shame and guilt eating him from the inside out, but he’s determined to perfect this maker damned recipe! Determined to show he can provide just as well as any other man!

But kriff, are the prosthetics making life difficult! The synth-flesh does not give the same kind of feedback as normal flesh.

He can’t tell if he’s applying the correct amount of pressure to the eggs, the splatter on the ceiling a testament to his struggle. Can’t grip the slick surface of your knives, the cheap synth-flesh not having the correct depth to either the skin or fingerprints to let him grip it properly. The kaminoans only cared that he could hold a gun, he was a soldier not a civilian, so what if he couldn’t cook for himself? He grumbled to himself as he narrowed his eyes, concentrating the whole time as he transferred the pan to the oven.

The consistency of the batter looks right this time, the surface rising in the heat of the oven, and the smell? It’s less eggy and more sweet - his nose flaring as the familiar scent of Uj fills the air. He won’t tell the sergeant that it took him five attempts, can’t even think of the latest failed attempt that still sits behind him on the counter. It’s flat - he knows it - the dense slab making his stomach churn as he starts to clean up his mess. Perhaps if he’s quick he can go to the bakery down the street and beg a worker to tell him what he’s doing wrong?

Alas fortune didn’t favor him.

You walked in the door with a sing-song ‘I’m home’, the sound of which filled him with dread rather than comfort. Not even your smile could appease his worried heart, his eyes watching you close the space between you. In his heart he knows he shouldn’t worry. You’ve never treated him any differently, never seen him as ‘less than’, but as he stands there watching your eyes light up at the sight of the cake? He’d never felt so useless in all his life. All he can think of is some Kaminoan slapping ‘defective’ on his file.

“Smell’s amazing in here, watch’a cooking?”

You speak around your key fob as you relieve yourself of your work satchel, the little quirk making his heart flutter despite his concern.

“Uj cake .... wait ... no! Don’t eat that!”

You’ve broken off a corner before he can stop you, the shameful product slipped between eager lips and chewed on in short order.

“Mmmmmm, that’s so good. The vanilla really adds to it.”

Wait! You liked it? But it was flat and horrible! He looked at the cake, to you, then back to the cake with the distinct feeling that you might be lying to him

“You don’t need to lie to me mesh’la, I’m a grown man - I can handle constructive criticism.”

You give him an odd look, brows furrowed as you lean your hip on the table.

“But I’m not lying. That’s the best cake I’ve had in weeks, like seriously.”

He watches you slip your fingers between your lips, enraptured by the way you clean the sticky coating from your skin. If he thinks hard enough he can remember what that felt like, his jumbled thoughts drifting between aroused and melancholic.

“Really?”

“Yeah really.”

The sensation of your damp fingers touching his face, palms cradling his head as you lean across the table to reassure him, is electrifying. He doesn’t like to use the words ‘touch starved’, hates the implication that he’s missed out on formative experiences, but sometimes? Just sometimes. He feels no better words describe the feelings in his body as he leans into your touch.

“I know you don’t always believe me cyare, but you’re kriffing amazing. The things you do for me? They mean so very much - especially on days like this.”

“Bad shift?”

You shrugged casually, as if what you’d faced was meaningless.

“I wouldn’t say bad, just busy.”

He knows what that’s like, or at least had. It had always been one thing after before he’d started special ops, the number of IEDs outstripping the hours he had to deal with them. Not that special ops was quiet either, but it was a very different beast to front line work and he at least got down time now. He’d had to thank Skirata for that. He’d have never met you if the wiry little chakaar hadn’t hand picked him to be Fi’s replacement.

“Then it’s a good thing there’s plenty more where that came from.”

Corr nods back toward the oven, earning a laugh from you that makes his heart sing with delight.

“There's more? Corr I could kiss you right now!”

“What’s stopping you?”

You continue to laugh as you throw yourself into his arms, the feel of your lips on his the only medicine he needed to cure the ills that plagued him. 

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

Corr gets cornered by some members of his old battalion who are very, very unhappy with his new position.

(warnings for canon typical violence, dehumanization)

It comes out of nowhere.

Corr gets body checked into the alley wall, his head bouncing on the stone and his vision swimming with white and familiar paint. The colour, anyways. None of the markings are familiar. All of the familiar markings are dead and gone, after all.

“This is gonna suck,” he mutters to himself and he thrashes as he’s surrounded. Get out, get away.

“Think you’re too good for us now, huh?” familiar voices jeer. “Hanging out with the karking commandos, now, eh?”

He feels the familiar tug of his prosthetic arms being dragged behind his back and he kicks out, getting one of these idiots in the cod’ hard enough he hears the duraplast crack under his boot. His arms are released, but he can’t bring them forward again, and can’t even pull them apart very far. “The kark did you dumbasses do?” he snarls.

“Well you’re part clanker now anyway, we figured we might as well use something more familiar,” one particularly nasty one says. He vaguely recognizes the shapes of his paint, now that he thinks about it. That guy was already nasty to Corr’s squad before.

“Wired them together,” a more laconic brother drawls.

Well. That’s going to be annoying as hell later.

Then one of them socks him in the stomach.

He doubles over, groaning and winded and wanting to puke. The karking hell.

“Do you really think some idiot like you is going to last in the commandos?” the nasty one asks. “You got three good men killed. They’re just using you.”

“No shit,” Corr wheezes. “Better than rotting away at a desk job though.”

“You should have, for what you did,” another brother half-squeaks. Young, armour still mostly white.

They dragged a shiny into this with them.

Corr rolls his eyes and grunts as another fist lands against his skin.

Someone clears their throat and the CTs go quiet and still, but Corr is just swaying and dizzy. “I don’t think you kids would want me calling one of the Jedi over here, now would you?” a heavily accented voice says. Familiar accent, Corr thinks, but he can’t quite place it except that it’s somewhere near the commandos’ Mandos. “I know High General Zey is only about a block away.”

“Who the hell are you?” the nasty one snarls, spinning around. He sounds scared.

Corr leans back against the brick of the alley. His shoulders hurt from being pulled back.

“A contractor.” There’s a very distinct pause. “Get out of here.”

They run, a thundering noise that shakes Corr up, and when he looks up it’s gold paint. For one long, terrifying moment, he thinks it’s Skirata, but there’s no limp as the Mando comes toward him and the hands on his shoulders are gentle.

“Turn around, let me get you free,” the Mando says, then he curses—unfamiliar words but a familiar tone—when Corr obliges. “Seriously? Wire?”

There’s a rustling, a clicking, then a sharp snap and the tension holding Corr’s arms together is gone. He brings them back around and grimaces, there’s still wire all through the insides of the metal skeleton of his bare prosthetic arms. It’ll take ages to get it all out to prevent it from gumming up the circuitry.

“Come on, ad’ika,” the Mando says, taking him by the shoulders. “Let me get you somewhere safe to check those hits.”

He ends up back in the old safe house, sat on a couch with the Mando taking off his helmet and revealing pale ginger hair and a freckled face, younger than Sergeant Skirata and Vau but older than General Tur-Mukan and Commander Jusik. This Mando’s apparently a medic, or maybe even a doctor, from the bag of tricks he has on him. Eventually, all the wire is gone and bruises and abrasions are treated. No broken bones, thank kark.

The Mando hums as he finishes up, patting his shoulder. “You can rest now,” he says, almost gently, and Corr listens. He falls asleep on the couch and doesn’t wake up until hours later, when a frantic Mereel finally shows up for him.

[gratuacuun14]

COMMANDO GREGOR THEORY

I'm rewatching Bad Batch S1E14, and the way Commando Gregor is depicted irritates me for a number of reasons. 1) He's a Captain. RCs are not meant to get that rank.

2) He's a CC. Not an RC.

Therefore, my working assumption is that Gregor was not originally a Clone Commando, rather he was a 'meat-can' who was selected to become a commando, a bit like Corr.

CC' could mean he was a Captain promoted after the 4,982 commando losses at Geonosis (if we were to work on Legends logic here). 'CC-5576-39' shows he doesn't have a normal RC designation.

Plus, he was a part of the 212th, regular Commandos aren't attached to legions.

Do we like this working theory? '

[transformersloversworld]

Fi

Fixer

Ordo

Corr

Rav Bralor

Scorch

Boss

Jusik

Niner

Walon Vau

Fi - Marry Obviously.

Fixer - Slap Nothing personal. Count it as scientific experiment. I'm just curious how would he react.

Ordo - Party with I don't really enjoy parties and he would keep me safe and we would at least come back home quickly.

Corr - Go out on a date with He seems similar to Fi and I think I would spend some nice time with him knowing it's nothing serious. (Just to be clear - NOT in sensual way. We could go to the cinema or play video games or go to the restaurant for example.)

Rav Bralor - Push down the stairs Just because I wouldn't do it to any clone and Vau is an old man and could not survive it. I am aware she might kill me for that.

Scorch - Kiss He can get a smooch on the cheek from me. At this point I guess I just like boys with sense of humor. Next!

Boss - Invade the dreams of Just because it was the last option left. It would be similar to playing the Republic Commando Game I suppose.

Jusik - Rob I would rob his lightsaber >:)

Niner - Take a nap with He needs it. Though I am unable to take a nap during day unless I'm sick so I would at least make sure he takes his needed nap in peace.

Walon Vau - Drink tea with I hope he would tell me some stories about Deltas when they were younger. Or maybe some funny stories about Kal.

[curlygirlybitchachos]

Okay, so I finally get my shit together (and I'm trying to run away from my actual work) and made some nice progress in my embroidery project.

And here we are!

Can we just give Darman and Corr a 5 minutes silent? They turned out son fucking well! I'm so proud of it.

I'm currently working on At in and I feel kinda weird about him, but I think it will work out well.

It's quite relaxing to do only one colour for a period of time. I thought about making an Exel about how many of the helmets I made and how many of them are work in progress.

If you feel it you can add your own ideas, or oc-s helmet.

Thank you for following this project, I will come back soon.

[cienie-isengardu]

My RepCom Musing: Men in kitchen... or lack of thereof

With more than twenty mouths to feed, meals at Kyrimorut had now acquired an industrial scale. The complex was more than a house. It was yaim-part barracks, part hotel, part married quarters, part farmhouse, the archetypal Mandalorian clan home. They were lucky that Laseema, Atin's Twi'lek wife, had worked in a restaurant and so could manage a kitchen. She knew all the complicated stuff about portion sizes and making sure everything was ready at the same time. Ny was happy to take orders from her.

Imperial Commando: 501st

I’m trying very hard to remember that this paragraph shows us the Ny’s POV but even then this does not put men of the RC series in a good light. I’m sorry but oh so genius NULLs who can create a complicated programs presumably based on mathematical algorithms to steal incredible amount of money from banks and who can pilot a hybrid of space and submarine ship just by reading manual couldn’t figure out how to deal with portion sizes or cooking two things at the same time? Even working together, in pairs or ya know, all the six super soldiers putting their big brain to use? I’m sorry, Mandalorian veterans who are soldiers and part of the army all their lives aren’t capable of going into the kitchen to make a proper meal for their family because 20 people to feed is such a horrible and difficult task? Laseema is awesome, sure, but she didn’t married Atin to be tied to kitchen because men apparently are fucking useless in this homestead. Not to mention she worked as waitress and sex-worker dancer, not as cook which is a huge difference between serving food and preparing it.

And yeah, Ny may just assume the Skirata clan is lucky to have Laseema to take care of things because feeding so many people is hard and she is doing so well, but I think it could be much easier if the men actually deign to come to help. Because when it comes to cooking meals, it is Laseema, Besany, Jilka, Ruu Skirata, Ny (on her own choice to help) and even Arla Fett:

In the kitchen, Vau, Uthan, and Gilamar sat at the table watching the holonews, while Besany and Jilka helped Arla serve up the meals. It was the first time Arla had joined them. She looked lost, but then a kitchen was a chaotic, noisy place after years in a padded cell.

Like, SERIOUSLY? I’m so angry I’m willing to quote all the moments when our female characters are mentioned closely tied to kitchen and cooking just to prove this point.

The only two (three) men I’m willing to give some slack are:

ATIN

Who gutted and most likely scraped the fish scales for Laseema:

Ny was surprised by the rebuke, but Jilka didn't snap back. She went on chopping, eyes fixed on the table. Atin came in carrying a plastoid bowl full of gleaming freshly caught fish.

"Kaminoans eat fish, don't they?" he said, as if he was having second thoughts. "I never asked back in Tipoca. We didn't eat with them."

Laseema picked up a fish by its tail. "Did you gut them properly?"

"Of course I did. And it's going to take me ages to get the smell off my hands."

"You're a darling. Now all I need is some gihaal stock to poach them in."

CORR

Corr poked his head around the kitchen door. Ny wondered if Jilka could tell all the clones apart yet.

"Can I hide in here, please, ladies?" He gave them his best cheeky-boy smile and swaggered in. "The atmosphere's a bit intense out there. Aiwha-bait alert."

"Since when does the kitchen have a FEMALES ONLY sign outside?" Jilka asked. "Make yourself useful, soldier."

Corr winked, took the knife from her hand, and began chopping with surprising speed and skill. The more surprising thing was that she let him.

and

"Who's for more eggs?" Corr yelled over the hubbub. He'd volunteered for kitchen detail with Ny this week, probably to impress Jilka, and Ordo decided it was working. She watched Corr when she thought he wasn't looking. "Make the most of these. The nuna can't keep up with you greedy shab'ikase. It'll be boiled mealgrain until they start laying again."

(and yeah, the first mention of Corr’s help was about him trying to hide in kitchen to avoid a tense atmosphere created by Kal meeting a Kaminoan Jedi survivor of Purge and later, he tried to impress Jilka but he at least was in the kitchen helping ladies)

and honorable mention of WALON VAU:

While Besany wrestled with dough, and Scout and Ruu sliced the haunch of shatual that Mird and Vau had hunted, Ny made igatli from scratch, following a recipe on a datapad propped on the kitchen table.

And yes, Fi, Parja and Corr hunted too and generally all members of the clan clan helped with fishing, but the text at least strongly suggests that Scout and Ruu got not so much as a hunted animal to deal with, but skinned (and gutted?) one so the meat is ready to be portioned for a meal or preserved to eat in the future.

That is. The three men who are apparently reliable. And surprise, surprise none of them is Kal or trained from start Kal’s boys. Geez.

[mamuzzy]

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[ollovae3]

Please tell me you’ve heard of Corr (CT-5108/8843) he is hands down my favorite Star Wars legends character. He’s a double amputee with cool knife tricks who deserves maybe a little love.

I HAD NOT BEFORE BUT I DO KNOW NOW AND YES YOURE RIGHT 👀👀👀👀

Please.... Please don't tempt my OC-making and romance-loving hand.....

[firewoodwander]

Coruscant never sleeps. Corr knows, now, why it’s such a common phrase. How it works. Traffic never slows, lights blink in and out but are never off completely, citizens stalk the streets at all hours of every day. Movement, always movement. Constant.

The sounds of the neighbours have long become white noise in Corr’s head. Like clockwork it is, scrapes here, footsteps there, the play of recorded voices muffled by walls. Other than that, and the lights outside, and the flickering stream of a distant, way up speederlane, the flat is calm.

Still.

Corr runs his hand through Mereel’s hair again. It’s soft, supposedly, or it looks it. Dark. Except for the stripe near his forehead, bleached blonde and straw dry because he thinks it’s cool. Corr’s lips twitch up—it kind of is.

His fingertips graze gently behind Mereel’s ear. Just enough pressure to be felt, to scratch lightly and not tickle. Mereel’s lashes quiver and he turns his head into Corr’s palm automatically, angling for more.

Corr’s other hand cups the curve of his jaw. His thumb traces the bow of his lips. His fingers splay the length of the column of his throat, curve off towards his collar bone protectively. Mereel’s breath is hot and damp on Corr’s metal, he knows because he sees it condensing. He knows because he can lean in and feel it on his lips instead, if he wants. His hand rests, only, featherlight, because he’s far too scared of the crushing force behind even one digit to press any harder.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Mereel slurs.

“Oh,” Corr says, barely a breath of a laugh in it. “And you would know what that’s like?”

“Not with your hands on me, I don’t.”

Corr smiles and repositions the hand in his hair so he can caress circles into his temple at the same time.

“Mm… Just like that.”

Mereel turns a little on his side and folds his knees up, curling around Corr’s body like a lazy, oversized predator. He kisses Corr’s thumb as it passes over his lower lip and sighs.

Sunset glows gently, persistently golden on the horizon of the false window set into the wall behind them.

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

Happy birthday @firewoodwander

(The streak is Mereel’s bleach, of course)

Corr, a clone with mechanical prosthetic hands, is rolling his eyes and being held in a princess carry by Mereel, a clone with a bleached steak in his hair. Corr is colored in greys for his past as an office worker and Mereel is in Lieutenant Blues. Both are wearing the tops of their body glove “blacks” but civilian pants. Mereel is specifically wearing jeans. Corr’s boots are shown in frame.

Corr: Really, Mereel?

Mereel: What?

Corr: You know what.

[silverxsakura]

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