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blue-haired-grace · 2 years

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hi hi hi hi, 27 for Amber thank you :)

AAAAHHHH 27!!! :'(

Okay, I got this! This is based off of what we were talking about, so a certain... someone will make an appearance. ;)

27. "I wish I knew how to make it stop."

From this prompt list.

Warnings: mentioned character death, referenced control chips (barely there), Pharma being Pharma

When Amber had died, he thought that was the end for him. He thought everything would fade to black and he wouldn't be aware of anything anymore. He had hoped that would be it, he didn't want to see or hear anyone. He didn't want to be faced with everyone he had hurt.

But when had Amber ever gotten what he wanted?

His batchmates were long dead, no one ever saw how much he was worth, he hadn't even died the glorious death every clone wanted. Just a stray fucking bullet on the battle field with something wrong in his head that wouldn't let him make any decisions for himself. Now he was stuck here, in this hellhole, surrounded by threats at every angle. Had Amber truly always had so little control? Had he ever been good enough?

Amber didn't like where this train of though was going. Pulling his small, compact mirror out of the pocket of his civvie-sweater - he hadn't even been allowed to keep his armour, Republic or Purge Trooper, with him when he came to this place - he opened it and stared at his reflection.

His reflection looked nothing like him, like Amber. Long, disheveled hair, black circles under his eyes, gaunt face, tired eyes. Eyes filled with sadness, with fear. That wasn't Amber, that had never been him.

("Congratulations on passing the test, CT-7849."

"What about my batchmates?")

Taking a deep breath, Amber closed his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, straightening it the best he could. He thought back to all the tests he had passed on Kamino, all his battles with the 501st - it should've been Moon -, and being promoted to Purge Trooper. Amber opened his eyes and stared at his reflection. He finally looked much more like his old, perfect self.

"You perfect yet, vod?" a mocking voice spoke from behind him.

Amber inhaled in annoyance, closing the compact mirror and putting it away. Who would've thought the worst thing in this hellhole would be Pharma? With what he knew about Pharma, who wouldn't think that?

He smirked at Pharma. "I'm always perfect, vod. Not even you and this fucking place can take that from me."

Pharma snorted, disbelief rolling off of him like the waves on Kamino. He sat beside Amber, taking a bite out of whatever was in his hand. He ripped it in half, throwing one of them at Amber.

Amber wasn't naïve enough to believe it was kindness. Pharma just wanted him stuck down here forever with him, because they both knew Pharma would never leave; he'd always have Remedy's glasses.

He wondered if he'd always have his mirror.

"Do you think I'll ever get to leave?" Amber hadn't meant to ask that aloud. He knew what Pharma would answer, the same thing he'd said the last time Amber had asked.

It wasn't often Pharma laughed, but he did now. "Of course you won't" he replied, as if it was obvious. "You're no better than me."

That wasn't true and Amber knew that. He knew that, even if it was only minimal, he was better than Pharma. Amber only hurt others that got in his way - it was always worth it in the end, right? - while Pharma never seemed to care about who he hurt in his quest to get to Remedy.

Amber had never met the guy, but he felt for him. He hadn't been around Pharma that long and already he was ready to fight him. He wasn't that stupid, though. Amber had already lost that fight.

("You gonna kill me?"

"Why would I? You're so pathetic, you're not even worth it.")

"I wish I knew how to make it stop. I hate being around you 24/7," Amber said. He knew Pharma wouldn't be surprised. They hated each other and being the only one the other could be around didn't change that.

Pharma looked at him and Amber swore his eyes flashed in anger. "Well, you don't. You're gonna be stuck here with me forever. You may as well get used to it. People like us don't get to move on."

"You won't ever get to move on. You're gonna cling to the only thing you have left of Remedy until one of those monsters bites you and you're truly stuck here."

He could practically hear Pharma gritting his teeth in anger at that statement. Amber tried to be nonchalant about brushing off his worry about Pharma's anger.

Instead, he pulled his mirror back out; Amber always felt less perfect after talking with Pharma. Opening it, he felt anger trying to overwhelm him; he looked even less perfect than before Pharma had ruined everything by making an appearance.

Amber closed his eyes, trying to put his perfect self back together.

#oc amber #clone medic pharma #star wars #tcw #amber's caught in a loop of not looking or feeling perfect and trying to build up his old perfection which was always fake #pharma's not helping #as a matter of fact pharma's making it worse on purpose #can't make remedy suffer anymore so amber's better than nothing i guess :/#pharma and hot potato of making his brothers feel like shit #i really hope i portrayed pharma well terra #this is my first time writing an oc who isn't one of mine #my writing

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questforgalas · 10 months

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Code Red Training

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Summary: Kix has to give a training on the menstrual cycle to the 501st. It goes exactly how you think it would

Characters: 501st legion (Jesse, Fives, Rex, Kix, Echo, Dogma, Appo, and made up clone names), Ahsoka Tano

WC: 2.4K

Notes: This is based off another silly HC I posted the other day I couldn't get out of my head. I think the idea of the engineered clones raised surrounded by men learning about the menstrual cycle is a hilarious concept. Very silly stuff. The boys are in awe of their commander after

Tags: descriptions of the menstrual cycle and what occurs. Swearing

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Kix was running out of tasks to keep his hands busy. The informational flimsies were on the fourth variation of stacking, and he’d rearranged the educational sculptures in every possible space on the desk. He wasn’t nervous. He just could make a list of 1000 other duties he’d rather be doing than, well, this.

Kix had the 41st Elite Corps to thank for this one. The poor padawan commander of the 41st apparently wasn’t prepared for her cycle, and while she was trying to retreat to her quarters to remedy the situation, she was caught with a noticeable blood stain that, understandably, caused her troopers to go into a panic. Chaos ensued as an entire corps sprang into action to save their commander who, to their knowledge, was bleeding to death for no reason.

There’s no official report on the matter, but the message from Insi, the medic of the 41st, simply said “The troopers involved won’t be looking Commander Offee in the eye anytime soon”.

So now, all battalions led by a female general or commander had to sit through educational training on the menstrual cycle.

A 3-D model of the uterus taunted him from across the desk.

“Gotta say, don’t exactly envy you with this one, Kix,” Captain Rex’s voice interrupted Kix’s internal battle to cancel the next session and run, but instead, he turned to face his Captain, standing at attention and offering a short salute.

“You envy everything else I get to deal with, sir?” The medic offered a sly smirk as Rex put him at ease.

“You got me there,” Rex chuckled. “Although, last I remember, it wasn’t too long ago you’d be right next to Fives and Jesse when I’d be threatening another ‘fresher duty to ward off any antics.”

Kix brought a hand to his chest, feigning hurt, “Me, sir? Antics? I’d never.”

“Just because you knew how to hide the evidence better doesn’t mean you were more innocent.” A playful shove on his shoulder broke his performance.

“It’s called a medic’s attention to detail, sir.”

Rex offered a hum in response, the fond smile on his lips softening the threat of his eye roll, and he continued to make his way across the room to the chair set up in the back corner. As the commanding officer, Rex had to give his approval on the training which meant Kix already took him through the session – The captain remained professional the entire session, but the increasing crimson of his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed – so his presence here now only meant one thing.

Rex knew who was on the roster, and he was here for a show.

“You think you’re being sly Captain, but I see right through you,” Kix accused.

“I’m not sure what you mean. It’s my duty as captain to perform surprise training inspections. It’s for the good of my men.” Rex’s face remained impassive, but the medic didn’t miss the smirk tugging at his lips or the glint in his eyes.

Before he could answer, he heard voices coming down the hall. Kix went through the same mental routine he did when he boarded a LAATi, and with one last deep breath, he readied himself for battle.

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“Wait, wait, wait! A tube?! They have an actual tube in them?”

“Not just a tube, Hardcase. Two tubes!”

“Can females create metal?!”

“How does a baby even fit in there? Like, the same size as us in the tube? Come out of THAT!”

“FEMALES LAY EGGS?!”

The first ten minutes of the session went about as well as Kix could hope for. Characteristic of this group, they were rowdy when they filed in, most coming in from the mess hall, and many in the middle of glorified battle stories that their audience wasn’t buying. As they took their seats, they settled in, and most conversation had quieted down, but when Kix stood upfront waiting for a second too long, pointed looks by Echo and Dogma had the room quieting down quickly.

Much to Kix’s surprise, the group remained attentive and curious during the first parts of his notes as he walked them through the anatomy. Not to his surprise, all hell broke lose when he started to explain conception and gestation. When the questions erupted, Kix stole a glance to the back of the room. Rex was barely holding his composure, and it looked like Jesse’s outburst broke the professional dam as Rex quickly hid his face behind his hand, shoulders shaking.

“Alright, alright, alright. Calm down! One question at a time,” Kix barked. “First, the fallopian tubes are not metal tubes, Hardcase. It’s just what they’re called because they connect two sections. Second, yes, babies as big as we are when we come out of the tube are born through the vagina. If necessary, they can be cut out, bu-“

“THEY CUT THEM OU-“ Smack “Ow!”

“Cut it, Appo,” Echo scolded.

“As I was saying, they can be cut out, but that’s in emergency situations. And lastly, they don’t lay eggs. Not females with this anatomy. They carry eggs, and once a female hits puberty, their ovaries release one egg once a month for it to be fertilized,” Kix finished.

“Oh I can tell you allll about how they’re ferti-“ Smack. “Ow!”

“Fives, you’ve never even talked to a girl,” Echo was on a roll Kix very much appreciated.

Taking a pause before moving onto the next section, Kix swept his gaze across the room. Dogma furiously scribbled notes while Hardcase and Oddball looked like they were trying to solve the equation of an ion engine. Echo lazed with his arms across his chest, attention trained on the medic, but gave Appo another swat when he noticed his head nodding to the side. Fives still rubbed the back of his head where Echo hit him, looking like a hurt loth pup not getting to make his crude joke.

Crowded in the middle, a hand raised. Kix recognized the trooper as one of the newest 501st.

“Yes, Doma?”

“Thank you, sir. I’m just curious. What, what happens to the egg if it isn’t fertilized? Does it just…fall out?” The trooper looked around on the ground as if expecting to find a scattering of eggs around him. A soft laugh floated from the back corner of the room.

“Well, Doma, that leads us into the final part of this training. If the egg isn’t fertilized, then the female body goes through what is called the ‘menstrual cycle’ in common. It’s possibly called other things in other languages, but it all refers to the same process.”

Kix picked up the 3-D model and moved back to the front and center of the room, pointing to the uterine lining.

“When released, the egg settles in the lining of the uterus. If it’s not fertilized, the lining sheds and discards the old lining and the egg through the vagina. Then the lining builds up again over the next month preparing for the next egg,” Kix explained. Silence settled over the room and not a single trooper moved. Even Echo looked like Kix just explained a 10-page battle strategy to him with one minute to learn it. “Ok, where did I lose you all?”

Eyes glanced around, no one wanting to speak first. Finally, Dogma raised his hand.

“What exactly do you mean by ‘sheds and discards the old lining’?” he grimaced.

“Here goes nothing,” Kix thought.

“Well, exactly what it sounds like. The lining literally tears itself from the uterus, falls through the vagina, and exits.”

Eruption.

“YOU MEAN-“

“THEIR BODY IS LITERALLY TEA-“

“HOW OFTEN DOES-“

“SHEDS? LIKE, THEIR BODY JUST-“

Fives, Hardcase, Jesse, and a trooper Kix didn’t recognize jumped to their feet, yelling questions. Dogma turned pale. Doma was bracing his head in his hands. Echo’s eyes went wide, stare fixed on a spot in front of him, and troopers around the room reacted with a mix of horror and confusion. The quiet laugh in the corner of the room mingled with the ruckus. Acting fast, Kix brought his fingers to his lips and let out a whistle the patrol across camp could probably hear. Immediately, the questions ceased, but the looks of horror remained. His narrowed eyes got the message across, and all the troopers settled back into their seats. Once he was sure they were focused back on him, Kix went on.

“This is where we’ll open up the question portion of the training.”

Every hand shot up.

“Fives, if this is a joke,” Kix warned.

“No, it’s serious I promise!” Fives pleaded. Kix nodded for him to go on. “When they’re going through this men-menstrol? Mens-“

“Menstrual.”

“Thanks, vod. When they’re going through this menstrual cycle, is it painful?”

“Yes. Pain can vary female to female, but common symptoms are severe cramps. Many females experience cramps painful enough to cripple them anywhere from a couple hours to days. Other common symptoms are muscle cramps in their lower backs and legs, interrupted sleep cycle, severe mood swings, bloating, digestive changes, and headaches or migraines.” Kix explained. A room of faces grimaced back at him.

“How long does it last for,” Echo asked.

“Again, it varies female to female, but on average 3 to 7 days.”

“7 days?! They’re just…bleeding! For 7 days!” A trooper exclaimed in the back.

“Maker, I didn’t think of that,” Jesse mused. “They’re just walking around with their bodies tearing itself on the inside, and they’re just…ok?”

“Well…” Kix started. “I wouldn’t say they’re ‘ok’, but they’re expected to go through life with it. So yes, many females you encounter could be in their cycle.”

“And this happens, every month?” Jesse asked, amazement in his voice.

“Yes, once the female becomes of age, and as long as everything is regular, it happens once a month.”

“Whoa,” Awe passed over the troopers.

“Wait,” Appo shot up in his seat. “Commander Tano!”

Kix’s eyes instinctively found Rex’s. The captain’s smirk turned into a wolfish grin, and it took all of Kix’s respect for the decorated captain to not flip him off.

“What about the commander?” Kix returned to the group.

“Well, she’s a female!” Appo blurted.

“Appo, are you asking if Commander Tano experiences a menstrual cycle?” Kix asked. The captain answered with a vigorous nod of his head, blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Well, I can’t disclose patient information, but Commander Tano is of the age that it’s common for females to begin theirs.”

“That..is so…fucking…cool!” Oddball exclaimed.

“You mean our Commander is out there kicking clanker butt while her body is literally tearing itself on the inside? I mean, can she be any greater?” Echo proclaimed, a proud twinkle in his eye.

“Ohhhh is that why she randomly hordes all the chocolate cakes in the mess?” Fives mused.

“I don’t think I need to remind all of you that it is not procedure or polite to bombard the commander with questions about this,” a stern voice interrupted from the back. Amusement still danced in his eyes, but the expression on Rex’s face shut all conversation down immediately.

“Yes, sir,” echoed unanimously.

“Alright, well, if there aren’t any more questions, that concludes the training,” Kix dismissed. While his brothers filed out of the room, Kix allowed himself to relax his shoulders for the first time since Fives entered.

Rex appeared in front of him, hand clasping down on his shoulder, “Not bad trooper. I think you’ll only be getting questions from Hardcase for the next 20 rotations.”

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“Hey, Rex. Have you noticed the boys have been…odd lately?” Ahsoka asked while she and Rex made their way through the halls of the Resolute,

“Not sure I know what you mean, Commander,” Rex responded.

Walking through the narrow halls, a few troopers stepped to the side to salute the commander and captain as they passed. Ahsoka noticed two things. First, their eyes went wide when they first took her in. Second, their force signatures spiked instantly with something mixed with astonishment and pride. Once they passed, she could swear she heard one of them murmur, “An absolute legend.”

These types of occurrences had been happening regularly over the last few weeks, and Ahsoka grew more confused with each one.

“I don’t know. All of them have been looking at me like the shinies look at Anakin when they meet him for the first time. It’s, unnerving,” she explained.

Rex did his best to hide the chuckle rumbling in his chest. Of course, he’d noticed his brothers completely obvious demeanor change towards their commander. Ever since Kix’s trainings finished, the whole 501st viewed their vod’ika in a whole new light – one that put her on par, if not higher, than their general.

“Eh, I’m sure it’s nothing. You know how they get, especially in between missions. Restless and bored. Start actin’ weird. Don’t pay attention to it,” Rex tried to deflect.

Making their way around the corner, Fives and Echo were spotted leaving the mess heading in their direction. When the ARCs recognized who was ahead of them, Fives bounded their way.

“Commander! Lucky running into you. Here, I grabbed an extra chocolate cake just for you. Figured you can stash it away, save it for later,” Fives suggested, giving a wink like he and Ahsoka were in on a secret only the two of them know.

“Uh, thanks, Fives. That was, kind?” Ahsoka shot a look to Rex that said “See?”, but he just shrugged her off as if Fives giving her chocolate cakes happened every day.

“Oh, and commander, I stopped by the med bay earlier. I saw they were low on high strength painkillers, so I requested that Kix put in a supply order right away so we’re well stocked. Wouldn’t want to be caught unprepared, right?” Echo added.

Rex groaned internally. For ARCs, these two were the most obvious troopers he’d ever known.

“That’s, good to know, Echo. Thanks, I think?” Ahsoka tried her best to sound polite, but the whole interaction just confused her more.

“You’re welcome! Well, we’re off to the rec center for some sparring. Rex, join us later?” Echo asked.

“Another time, Echo. I have a briefing at 1500,” Rex answered, dismissing the troopers.

Later that day, Ahsoka stashed that cake in her quarters and made a note to stop by the med bay to grab some of the painkillers before next week. She didn’t know what was going on with the boys, but she wasn’t going to not take advantage.

#tay writes #star wars #the clones wars #501st legion #captain rex #arc trooper echo #arc trooper jesse #arc trooper fives #clone trooper dogma #captain appo #clone trooper kix #clone medic kix #clone trooper hardcase #divider by samspenandsword #cw: menstruation

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littlemissmanga · 7 months

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I just need opinions on how you think any of the 501st men or Clone-Force 99 would handle chronic pain, something like migraines maybe, in their partner? I love all your work btw it's really incredible 🩵🩵🩵

Aw, thank you, Nonnie!

So this is something I think about a lot as I have a fucked up back. Fortunately, I have a really good group of drs so I've been able to go longer and longer without a flair up, but when I'm incapacitated on my couch, thinking of how these guys would react brings me so much comfort.

I think most of the boys would be really understanding and helpful. But let's get into it! HCs below the cut :)

Hunter may be able to sense acutely when you have a bad day before you even notice the symptoms (those heightened senses strike me like the way medical alert dogs can sense a seizure coming on in their human). His first instinct is to hold you against him, but he holds off until he ensures you are in the most comfortable place, your environment is perfect for what you need, and you have any medication needed. Then he'll wrap around you and do what he can to make you feel better. IDK why, but I feel like he'd gently hum a little tune as he holds you, literally trying anything and everything to soothe you. If he can't take away the physical pain, he can make damn sure you feel cared for.

Wrecker is also someone who's gonna try and cuddle you through an episode. If that's something that helps you, you'll be in heaven. He'll literally make a nest for you and bring you all the snacks. If your condition comes with muscle pain, he'll give you the most gentle and soothing massage. He will get that sad look in his eyes, though. Personally, I like seeing my partner care but I know some people don't like to feel pitied so if that's you, you may need to have a conversation with him. Similarly, if physical contact isn't helpful for you, you'll have to let him down gently. Best to give him something else to do - like help with the responsibilities you can't do - because Wrecker really doesn't like feeling as if he can't help.

Tech is going to learn everything about your condition itself. And I mean everything. He'll become the (secret) preeminent expert on your condition if he has to - and he'll very much believe he has to because frankly he doesn't trust previous doctors who told you this was just a condition you'll have to live with. You have to have a few talks with him that his insistence on trying new approaches to "cures" isn't helpful when you're having a flair up, and that while you love the intention behind it, you need him to either help you in the moment or leave it to you. That sobers him up a bit. But he mostly just puts the "cure" search on the backburner and focuses more on finding the optimal remedies for your symptoms in the moment. He won't really cuddle with you unless you expressly ask but he absolutely will bring his datapad into the room and research/work by your bedside so he can monitor your progress. He'll wake you every few hours to give you more medicine and make sure you stay hydrated.

Echo also studies up on your condition, but unlike Tech, he only cares about remedies. He'll run his findings by Tech, but generally trusts the literature regarding mitigating symptoms. If you find something that works better than other remedies, he's a stickler about making sure you have access to that remedy at all times. He's a big believer in being prepared. He may have some small treats for you, but he'd prefer to have nutritionally balanced food for you during a flair up to give your body everything it needs to get through this and recover. He usually doesn't cuddle with you, preferring to give you the space you need to settle in and recover. But he will be touching you constantly - caressing your head or arm - and talking softly with you if you're up for it.

Crosshair doesn't like admitting your condition scares him. You've explained it's not fatal or anything but it does cause you pain on the regular. And he doesn't like how matter of fact you are when you tell him you experience pain strong enough to put you out of commission with enough regularity that you have a plan for what to do when it happens. He knows you're not a complainer and you tend to push yourself, so for something to knock you out means it's serious. He feels useless and weak at not being able to help in what he feels is a meaningful way.

At first, he'll pull away, selfishly hiding from the sight of you in pain because he doesn't want to confront it. But if he does see you struggling or if he hears you in pain/call his name, he'll be right at your side. You need him. You asked for him. He won't leave you alone again. It'll take him a bit to figure out little tricks to helping you/making you feel better, but eventually he'll get into a rhythm. And woe be to anyone who crosses your path if you have a flair up in public - Crosshair is very much a shoot/punch first ask if they were a threat to you (in act or attitude) later.

501st Boys

Jesse, and Fives are going to learn all they can about the best way to make you feel better not through research but literally by quizzing you. They try asking the first time they see you in an acute flair up and realize those questions will have to wait until you're feeling a little better. And by quiz, I mean these guys prove why ARCs are made different. They'll get down into the minute details. The next time you feel your pain coming on, they'll make sure the environment is perfect for you to rest - as dark and quiet as you need, with all the water and snacks you could possibly want. And they'll totally give you snacks you want that'll make you feel better emotionally more than good for you snacks. If they can stay, they'll bring you bring you fresh, cool towels to drape over your forehead or ice packs/heating packs for your muscles every 30 minutes. Both feel like failures when they have to leave you during an episode.

Between the two, Jesse definitely relies on his humor and tries to keep you talking (if it doesn't hurt you more) to get you through this, and you love that he treats you like normal, that there's no pity in his eyes. But for Fives, this is a situation where he actually gets quiet, lowering his energy to give you the space to rest up.

Kix is, like Tech, going to do all the research. Unlike Tech, Kix has access to military-grade medical facilities. And he WILL use them to get a thorough understanding not just of your condition, but how your body handles the condition. He hates to see you in pain, and it's a negotiation with him as to how much medication you want/need as if Kix had his way, he'd just stick you in a bacta tank each flair up to minimize your pain and any damage ... which obviously isn't practical. Also, there's no "Maybe I can push through it, this flair up feels manageable." The moment Kix knows you're feeling symptoms, you're in the medbay. You'll also find the smallest of treats next to your bed when you wake up.

Dogma similarly, tolerates no negotiation. Sure, you've been dealing with your condition for a while, but if you're not following dr.'s or Kix's orders to the letter, he will make you. I feel like Dogma is incredibly passionate and feels deeply, and he will not risk your health or well being, even if you ask him to just trust you. Eventually, you need a mediation with Kix so Dogma gives you a little room to breathe. Like Wrecker, it helps to give Dogma things to do while you have a flair up so he feels like he's helping. He'll bring you everything you need and then go tidy up your living space or do your paperwork on your behalf or just general errands you need to run. Acts of service is his love language anyway, so this is a system that works really well for you both.

Rex hates that he can't always be with you during a flair up. He literally has a list of people you can call (in order of those he trusts the most to take care of you) if you need assistance. But you've come up with a code to message to his datapad in case he can't be there. If he gets your message, he'll excuse himself as quickly as possible to call you and just talk you through the worst of your flair up and ask if you need someone to be with you.

If he can be there, you won't find a more attentive and gentle person to nurse you through. He'll make sure you're settled and have everything you need and he'll talk you through it until you fall asleep. Then, he'll straighten up your living space and make some food for you for when you wake up. When you do, he'll give you a small portion to start with and hold you against him when you're done.

Tup will run you the most perfect bath ever. Water at the perfect temperature, no harsh smells in case that makes things worse. He helps you get settled then starts helping you wash. And by helping I mean he refuses to let you do anything for yourself. Getting your hair washed by Tup is a spiritual experience and something that, even if your pain persists, reenergizes your soul. He'll dry you gently with the fluffiest towels and then settles you in your room with all your comforts. He's another who will sit by your side until you feel better and he'll cuddle on request if it won't hurt you more.

I hope this is what you were looking for!!

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kkrazy256 · 1 year

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rememememdy and fonx

#commander fox #clone medic remedy #tcw #star wars #sw mine

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calamity-aims · 2 years

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commission for belovedest @kkrazy256 of their guy Remedy but - oh no - looks like he came back wrong! Whoops!

#thank you so much for the support!#I adore you #clone medic remedy #others ocs #calamity art #star wars #tcw

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mwolf0epsilon · 11 months

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Summary: In which several clone medics create a private comm chat where they can discuss the daily shenanigans they are exposed to. Chaos, as usual, ensures.

[A chatfic where you get to see the clone medics either unwind after a long day, or occasionally pester each other for a quick laugh. Each chapter will be fairly short and simple, and there will be a LOT of Clone Medic OCs in it. Some chapters might focus primarily on certain characters rather than the group as a whole.]

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skellymom · 6 months

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 6

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

(Posted 11/12/23)

To read Chapter 5:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/730320896366149632/vagabonds-chapter-4?source=share

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Word Count: 1.5K

Background: Mad takes a job that's more than she bargained for. Hunter and Wrecker go shopping. Omega and Sil bond over shared experiences.

Warning: Fear, the "F" word, Star Wars swearing, droid prejudice, brief mention of medical experimentation on unwilling participants, brief conversation of abuse and PTSD, supporting character death by blaster.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap: If what the butcher back on Coruscant said was true, Tiggy was a hybrid between two Force sensitive breeds of canine: Vornskr hunting dog and wild Loth Wolf. Seems her tail was docked to remove the venomous barb at the end and blunt any aggression. Mad was concerned about any residual Vornskr aggression against Force users, but hoped the lofty Loth Wolf would dilute this. Either Tiggy was going to be a great pet or a total disaster. Mad was going to have to consult with Tech later to see if he had any knowledge or advice on the matter.

She tiptoed toward the refresher to clean up and get ready for the next job...

"Job Gone Wrong"

Mad strolled across Ord Mantell and arrived at the meeting place for her next pick up. She knocked 3 times on a non-descript door, waited for 2 knocks on the other side, then knocked 3 times again.

When the door opened, an older bespectacled gentleman appeared. He was short and wearing a clinician’s uniform.

“Dr. Zebba?” Mad inquired.

He nodded, “Mad?”

“The one and only.”

The doctor stepped aside and Mad entered. He seemed VERY nervous. Not the best sign, but not totally out of the ordinary, as he didn’t seem like the type used to smuggling. “Come with me, please.”

Mad rested a hand on her blaster...just in case.

Dr. Zebba led her through a small entryway, then another door. The room she stepped into was a clinic. Rudimentary, but well kept. The doctor walked over to a handheld cooler and lovingly caressed its top. A 2-1B med droid was busy cleaning and organizing the facility. Mad eyed it suspiciously. Its unemotive “face” and skeletal-like design was the furthest thing from providing comfort in her mind.

“This is ‘Remedy’” Dr Zebba fondly motioned to the droid. “She’s been my assistant for quite a few cycles now.”

Mad stood silently, hand still on her blaster, staring warily at the droid.

“Remedy, meet Mad.”

“Hello, Mad, pleased to meet your acquaintance.” A very calm electronic female voice emanated from the droid. It... she extended a metal hand in greeting.

“NOPE!” Mad backed away from the meddroid with one hand up to block the greeting. The other now gripping the handle of her blaster. “Don’t touch me.” Mad’s hip firmly bumped into the table and jostled the cooler sitting on it.

“Remedy is gentle, she would NEVER hurt anyone.” Dr Zebba looked slightly hurt by Mad’s reaction. The droid stood in place silently.

“The Nomaadi have...a ’history’...as unwilling medical experiments, doc.” We are VERY wary of medical staff...and meddroids.” Mad was starting to sweat. “You can thank the fucking Kaminoan’s.”

Dr Zebba was stunned by Mad’s very frank reply. An uncomfortable silence hung in the room for a few minutes.

“Shall I step out for a while, Dr Zebba?” The meddroid politely inquired.

“Yes, thank you Remedy.” He watched her exit the room, then cleared his throat. “Shall I brief you on this job?”

“Go ahead.” Mad kept her eye on the door the droid exited from.

“Well...as you know, the deal was to ferry humans across the galaxy. Unfortunately, the courier and the clone soldier sent to accompany her were...intercepted. Instead of two individuals and this cargo...well, it’s just this cargo.”

“Clone, huh? I don’t work for The Empire. Sorry.”

“No worries. I assure you this was and still is purely a mission for The Rebellion.” The doctor seemed legitimate in his sincerity. “Since we lost our courier, I am requesting that you carry it. Otherwise, this mission will fail. Several lives are hanging in the balance here.”

“Oh?”

“You will be compensated handsomely for the inconvenience.” He pulled an extra case of credits out of drawer, setting it upon the table.

Mad opened the case to see twice the number of credits that was quoted for the job.

“When you deliver the cargo at its destination, another payment will be given to you. We will supply you with any chain codes to ease your journey, of course.”

“Ok, so what’s the catch?” Still eyeing the door and rubbing her bumped hip.

“Please sit and I will explain the details.” Dr. Zebba gestured to a chair.

Mad sat down to hear what crazy plan would earn her more credits than she had the past 6 months of smuggling.

Meanwhile, at the Marauder, Hunter emerged from the refresher. Tech and Echo had already left for the antique parts junkyard. Wrecker was snoozing in the pilot’s chair. Hunter’s night with Mad played back in his head. He looked forward to seeing her again tonight. Hunter wanted to get her something special. No kriffing idea what, though.

He wished he had asked Echo about such things. Echo was good at choosing heartfelt gifts. Tech perhaps might even suggest something unique and exotic. Hunter glanced at Wrecker sleeping while tying up his hair in a clean bandana.

This wooing a woman stuff was new territory for Hunter. Especially such a vivid woman like Mad. No simple trinket would do. Something significant, with meaning, but maybe not too much. He didn’t want to seem desperate. Oh, but he was...desperately falling for Mad.

“Wrecker, wake up”

“Zzz...wha...whatchawant?”

“I uh...need help.” Wrecker could see something was eating at Hunter. “Have to make a stop at the Vendor’s Market. Come with me.”

“Oh? Can’t be food, we just stocked up” Wrecker stretched, then peered mischievously at Hunter, then lowered his voice, “Oooh, it’s for Mad, isn’t it?”

“Matter of fact, yes.”

“You really got the hots for her! Even more than that girl back in basic training...or that Twi’lek at 79’s... or...”

Hunter chuckled and shook his head at Wrecker.

“Never brought them gifts, though.”

“No...”

“Sure, I’ll help ya” Wrecker grabbed Hunter and squeezed him tightly. “Must be serious!”

“Just don’t want to show up empty handed to the ‘Dame for dinner.”

“Whatever you say” Wrecker chuckled and winked.

Mad accepted the terms of the job. Dr Zebba was able to talk her into it if “The Droid” stayed in the other room. The extra money was going to be a boon as well. Meeting at the extraction point sounded like it would be quick and easy.

“Now remember what I said about...” a sudden explosion in the next room interrupted the doctor’s instructions. He dropped the bacta patch he was about to adhere to Mad’s hip.

“WHAT THE KRIFF???” Mad jumped from the sudden loud noise.

Dr. Zabba immediately grabbed the cooler, shoved it into Mad’s chest and yelled, “RUN! No time, our security has been breached!” And pushed her along frantically towards the back door to the clinic. He opened the door which led out to an alleyway. Another explosion in the room behind her and blaster fire. As Mad crossed the threshold of the doorway, a heavy weight fell onto her back. She stumbled, slammed into the ground, cooler flying out of her grasp and into the alley. The wind was knocked out of Mad, with Dr. Zabba’s dead body sprawled across her legs. Mad squawked in terror and struggled to shove his body aside. She felt the adrenaline surge, kicked herself free, got up and started running. Pulled her blaster and squeezed off a few shots for good measure. Mad grabbed the cooler and took off down the alley as fast as her legs could run. Abdomen cramped with stress, she bit her lip and kept going.

“Shitshitshitshit” What the fuck was she going to do? Who was pursuing her? The Empire? Mercenaries? Bounty Hunters? She had nowhere to go except the Beldame. No backup plan, no alternative hiding spot. This job was supposed to be simple.

Mad ran blindly in the direction of her ship. Crossed the vendor’s market, hoping to find cover and lose her pursuers. Whomever was after her didn’t care about causing a scene as there were still active laser blasts and screams of people running away from danger.

Hunter and Wrecker had successfully acquired a gift for mad, with time left over to sit in the vendor square and relax. Their respite was short lived, however, as the sound of blaster fire and screams filled the air. They both shot up to their feet and drew weapons. Vendor tents caught fire and smoldered, filling the air with thick smoke and affecting visibility. A crowd of vendors and patrons ran in all directions adding to the confusion.

Hunter heard her voice before he even saw her. Mad was still swearing to herself as she ran through the smoke. A crazed exercise in self-soothing.

“Mad!” She heard Hunter’s voice and slid to a stop, quaking in place. “Stay still, I’m coming to you!!!”

She was enveloped in thick grey smoke. Voices, screams, and blaster fire coming from all directions.

Mad was easy to find. Hunter could smell sweat and fear, hear her frantic breathing. Wrecker followed behind his brother.

Hunter reached through the smoke and grabbed Mad’s hand. She spun around wildly with abject terror on her face.

“They’re after me. It all went bad!”

“You ain’t kiddin’!” Wrecker quipped.

“Who???” Hunter implored.

“I don’t know for sure. Didn’t stay around long enough to find out!”

“Let’s get out of here. Wrecker, I'm taking Mad back to the Beldame and leaving. You run to the Marauder and get off world with Echo and Tech. Comm them ahead to prepare the ship. We can meet up later. Hopefully this smokescreen will buy us some time!”

“I’m on it!” With that Wrecker was gone.

“C’mon!” Hunter and Mad took off towards the ‘Dame.

“Where did she get this?” Omega marveled at the bobbling plasticine Rancor affixed to the ‘Dame's dashboard.

She and Sil had been sitting in the cockpit conversing and watching Love levitate Tiggy. The puppy was happily executing the doggy paddle through the ship. It was an easy way to tire her out and restrict access to anything chewable.

Omega bumped the Rancor to make it bobble again. Mad had “modified” the toy so the Rancor was holding a severed doll head by the hair. The head bore a certain likeness to Emperor Palpatine.

“Mad picks up all sorts of odd things all over the galaxy.” Remarked Sil. “From traders, other Nomaadi, odd shops, even things cast aside on the street. She’s got an eye for it. Used to bring me and the family exotic and funny gifts when we met for Reunion...that was before I was taken away.”

Uncomfortable silence for some time.

“It’s ok. Talk to him.” Love urged Omega telepathically.

“I’m sorry they hurt you.” Omega hoped she wasn’t speaking out of turn. But she could tell by Sil’s expression he was dealing with some heavy scars. Love had Force spoke to Omega briefly about how they found Sil and that he had been missing for several years.

He nodded and sighed. What could he say? There was so much. Certain triggers: A tone of voice, a touch, certain body postures, even random noises. Panic attacks during the day and nightmares after dark. Physical and psychological scars from things done to him. Sil was trying the best he could to heal and not be seen as a burden to others.

“You’re NEVER a burden, Couzin” Love whispered in his head.

Sil glanced over to Love. He forgot that occasionally his Couzin could sense intense emotion and snippets of internal dialogue with individuals they emotionally bonded with.

Omega proceeded carefully, “The Kaminoan’s...they would run tests on me. Sometimes I didn’t want them to touch me, but I had no choice. The first time I ever left Kamino was with my brothers. The Kaminoan’s would have kept me locked up at the facility forever. It took me a while to heal...not completely. Not sure that’s possible.”

Sil was quiet for several minutes, thinking about Omegas words. She extended her hand and held it open. Sil reached out, took it, and gave a little squeeze. They smiled at each other.

Behind them Love smiled.

Tiggy, sensing the emotion in the room wagged her tail and continued to doggy paddle in levitation.

The ‘Dames comm lit up with Mad’s voice, “Love...Sil...Hunter and I are en-route to the ship. Start her up! We need to leave Ord Mantell NOW!!!” Laser fire and screams could be heard in the background of the transmission.

Sil spun around in the pilot’s chair with wide eyes. “Love, lower the gangplank and meet them there. It sounds like they’re in trouble. You might have to do “that thing” again...like on Coruscant.”

“What ‘thing’???” Omega demanded to know exactly what.

“No time! Take Tiggy and belt into a seat!!!” Love Force spoke inside Omega's head, handing her the pup, and running to the gangplank.

Sil fired up the ‘Dame and kept it running. He used the thrusters to turn its nose towards the city. Smoke and fire came into view through the cockpit windows. Ships around them were taking off and leaving in a hurry, more than usual. Something big and emergent was happening.

“What the kriff is going on???”

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The sinking feeling

In which Kix tries to fix what he can and Scully makes a choice in what they must do when the world turns upside down

(Something a bit different and wanted to explore; our main Focus today is Kix and Scully! Some warning of Order 66 and how i imagine it all fell into place...)

Kix wasn't sure what he was expecting when the General returned with Clone Force 99 and Rex after retrieving the 'Algorithm' which ended up being a familiar face in the form of Echo.

One of his Vod'ika.

Twin to… Fives…

Fives was a constant nightmare. The moment in 79s when he was… not right. Not like how Tup had been but… He was scared.

Kix had never known Fives to be so scared of… everything. He was jumpy and doubted everything enough to convince Kix that what he had to tell was important. Though he passed on the co ordinates like he'd ask…

Only to find out from Rex that Fives had died from a blast from a Brother. Kix and Jesse had remained by their captain, some of the last pillars of Torrent still standing. Denal, Redeye, Mixer, Del, Attie, Zeer… then followed by Echo, Hardcase, Dogma, Tup and now Fives… Coric took one look at the three in the bunkroom and just asked the off duty medics to keep watch. Sometimes it was Sponge and Beautiful who would rest by their feet, sometimes it was Twitch and Pitch who would involve the three in conversations to take their mind away.

And then Anaxes happened, the 501st had been drawn away to assist General Windu and General Kenobi with recent losses.

He didn't want to think more about recent events… Sponge and Coric were watching Cody's recovery, so he would request Twitch and call Pitch to service with Echo who was more than welcomed back into his Brother's arms. The three worked like clockwork as they checked over their lost brother, Kix gently brushing his recently grown curls back. To hide the evidence of what he had done.

Twitch had commented that Kix had looked a lot more tired than usual, the on duty medic had only responded that he was still dealing with the result of what happened to Fives. Which hadn't convinced his vod'ika what so ever.

So Kix took Twitch aside while Pitch watched over Echo's check up, he spilled everything. Explained about Fives, the chips in their heads and a plot to destroy the republic; he just needed the evidence. And so, Twitch had offered his help. And then there were two.

They reasoned that once they had more information, the rest of the medics could be pulled in and then they could work on a mass execution over removing the chips from their brothers, sisters and siblings. And there was a brief spark of hope in Kix's heart. That they could save the Republic… he just needed more time before the next deployment.

It came in the form of shore leave, the 501st touching down after losing Echo to Clone Force 99, Kix had held his vod so tightly Jesse was worried he was going to dent the cybernetics of their younger vod. The 501st medic team had also seen Echo off with their own wishes and many threats towards the batch if they would hear anything off from their vod. Kix liked to think that their combined glares had unsettled Crosshair at least. And with that, officially from the original Torrent Company stood; Rex, Jesse and Kix as Echo blasted off to his new life.

Kix hoped Echo knew that he was always welcome back home with his family.

Kix had leaned back in his seat as he watched the day turn to night. Scully had snuck in to catch up; he had remembered meeting them with Jesse and Hardcase one night after 79s. Someone had been harassing a Twi'lek and the three had gone to intervene only for the Twi'lek to suddenly change, changing their form to disguise between the three clones. The offender soon walked off, scoffing how it was another meat droid; Hardcase had noted how the second Kix seemed to have greener eyes to which their once Twi'lek now Clone turned friend finally shifted back into the form of a Chiss.

She had been extremely grateful towards the trio and offered them a reward. That had been the first night the trio had settled to watch what had been a story about a princess and her lost love, a holofilm that Hardcase had eventually quoted every so often. And that was how they met their new informant; Scully and her Jedi friend; Erin.

Scully had been missing the company and had invited Jesse and Kix over to chill in quiet company. Only for the Medic team to joke that he would leave them for a civvie's movie night. Kix swore he would join them tomorrow on an outing while they had the chance.

Strangely enough he felt sad, as if he was saying goodbye to them, turning to walk away with the Clawdite and Jesse.

Coric, Sponge, Pitch, Twitch and the others… He was so happy to have them as his medic team and family. Thick as thieves and a strong bond over everything that had happened. He gave one look to Twitch who nodded back before moving off with the other medics to finish off their duties to join the rest of the battalion at 79s.

Jesse gently nudged Kix as Scully began to catch them up on what they had missed.

Kix paused as he looked to the two ahead, Scully rapidly going on about one of their misadventures over helping the Guard on their cases. The medic looked behind him, it was the same feeling since arriving back at Coruscant. He didn’t notice his feet slowing down until they came to a stop in front of an alleyway.

Scully and Jesse realised their numbers had shrunk before turning their heads to see Kix’s face. He looked paler, as if he was sick to his stomach The medic faltered slightly as he gripped his hands into fists, his mouth shifting to a grimace.

He needed to tell Jesse, his remaining batchmate. And Scully… they’d know what to do to help… maybe warn the Guard, especially Fox if it came to it.

He took a deep breath-

And then immediately lost it as a stun bolt slammed into him and he crumbled.

All he could remember seeing as Jesse calling his name and Scully transforming into one of the Coruscant Guard, one of the Riot Troopers, his mind thinks before he fades to black and Kix falls into oblivion.

When Rex heard a commotion within the barracks, he thought it was the men playing boloball… When he spotted a panicked Jesse and a Riot Troo- no wait… it was that Clawdite, Scully he recalled. The Captain made his way through the crowd; landing on his knees as he looked over at the ARC Trooper who was cursing as Scully looked at him.

“Kix.” Was the word uttered and Rex’s heart shattered more. He looked to Jesse and Scully, pulling them into his small room the Commanders would be allowed to use.

“What happened with Kix?” Rex looked between the two, Jesse’s back towards him, hands tightly gripped. Scully looked back and forth, seemingly lost as she glanced at the Captain.

“….Kix was taken… We didn’t get to see… who… We were too far ahead…” Scully was distraught and it was no secret they had gained a fancy for the Medic.

“We tried to give chase but… they vanished…” Jesse spoke up with a grunt as he looked to Rex, his face was red as he tried to control the overwhelming emotions.

“Listen, it wasn’t your fault, the both of you did what you could… You were taken unaware.” Rex reasoned before his comm went off. Jesse’s comm also lit up.

Which only meant one thing.

Orders were coming in. Jesse cursed as he kick out at the spare chair and Rex glanced to his bucket perched on the desk.

“Yerbana” Rex muttered. “We’re to support General Kenobi and the 212th. We… won’t be able to search.”

“…Leave that to me.” Scully looked up, determined. “I’ll search for Kix… Considering at this point, let’s believe he won’t make the time to deployment… Just try and keep his position open… I’ll search the whole of Coruscant if I have to.”

Jesse looked to Rex who nodded, pulling his brother in close with a hug and a gentle keldabe.

“Please do… and keep us updated.”

Scully nodded, but didn’t move until Jesse pulled them in close, her arms wrapping around and clenching his armour tight.

“You were going to tell him.”

“…I will.” She reasoned. And it was in the silence of that office, the three stayed until the call came and Scully saw the Captain and Arc Trooper off to board.

Now she had her job to do… And it would be best to question a few friends lower down.

Kix found himself, flickering between states of consciousness and the void. He talking, people questioning why a Clone was wanted by Count Dooku, something else about him knowing something he shouldn’t.

Dooku?

What information… His mind froze at the realisation. The Chips. Dooku knew.

It was real, this was proof. But how to escape? He needed to warn the General. From where he was pinned, a medical grade table with straps by the looks of it, he didn’t recall seeing his commlink nor the top half of his armour at all.

It was when he opened his eyes in panic that he saw flashes of red and white. The Guard.

His eyes stared in horror before he strained against the table.

“Help… Help me please.” He begged.

The Clones stood firm, though he saw one subconsciously grip his blaster while frozen like a droid.

The Guard… they were being controlled by the Chips, how long had this been happening? His mind wept for his lost brothers and sisters. He recognised one of the markings on the armor.

The Communications Officer, Pitch’s batchmate. He was seemingly leading the group to wherever they were taking Kix… Probably to a ship to take the medic to Dooku. Kix grimaced and fought his bindings.

When the droids came to position to collect their prize, a droid jabbed his neck and he cursed loudly.

As his vision slowly fades again and his body relaxed, Kix swore he heard the faintest voice… But he could always tell a Clone from anyone.

“…I’m sorry"

How could everything spiral so suddenly?

Just days after the 501st left, the Droid Army decided to rain down upon Coruscant, prompting them to return to Coruscant to fight off the invasion. Then the Chancellor was taken and rescued all in the space of like 3 hours, Dooku died along the way.

Scully had just left the underground infirmary after a visit to a dear friend for any information. Some of the Guard were acting funny, they could tell… the Commanders were gone for long hours, nor had they been open as much after Scipio. Considering how Thorn had died alone in the fields of battle and after Rhythm had brought his helmet back for them, mumbling how he didn’t want Thorn alone anymore. Olly had instantly taken his vod’ika to the side to help clean the armour from the stains of war, Remedy ensuring Rhythm knew he wasn’t alone in that thought. After all, the Guard watched out for themselves most of all.

It was when they smelt smoke, their eyes shot up and they began to run.

The great temple was burning alive, they could almost feel the pain oozing from the brickwork. For how long this Temple had stood… and there was dashes of white and blue scattered around the blasterfire and sabermarks.

Their hearts fell to pieces as screams of children suddenly died out, the Jedi Knights clamouring to defend their home and then to fall to the floor in eternal sleep. Scully looked around and took the form of the fallen body of a clone. A poor 501st member who had gained a nasty saber slash.

And they ran into the fray.

Must be something they can do… Why would they turn… Was Jesse and Rex doing this? Was Kix??

They paused and moved into position as they saw a squad of Clones move past. Her heart fell even more when she recognised crosshatched armour and a solid blue right arm with surgical marks. Running in even further, they could recognise a stern medic’s posture and the pale vambrace followed by blue lines.

The medics all kept close together. Though they couldn’t see Jesse or Rex…

Were they further in?

Scully proceeded inwards. Looking around before opening a door to the muffled sobbing of children. Two kids surrounded by their dead creche mates… Where was their Creche Master?? They would have died protecting them…

Did they…?

Scully looked over raising their hands, free of any weapon.

“You can sense it…? I’m not one of them…”

The younglings looked at each other.

“Yes…”

“I’m here to help y-'' She was cut off when she gained a Bothan in one arm and a Xexto child in the other. She had to control herself or she’d lose focus.

Take them somewhere safe.

They managed to smuggle the two kids out, shifting back into their Nautolan form as they ran; chest aching as they moved to the lower floors. Having stolen laundry to change the kid’s outfits to make them not stand out, stopping past their apartment for a rest and making plans to the Spaceport.

They needed to go. Find Erin… Erin would know what’s happening.

They would help these kids…

They’d gather all they could, tell these kids to keep close… and leave Coruscant. As much as it pained them… and that they couldn’t go to the Guard and work out what had happened. Their Galaxy had turned upside down instantly… and they hoped it would reverse soon.

Their search for Kix would have to be on hold… it would be what he’d want… Right?

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Chapter 22: Return

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During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

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Tech bounced his knee impatiently as the Marauder lurched out of hyperspace, Alderaan appearing in front of them. As they slowly glided toward the surface, Hunter appeared behind him, resting a hand on the back of his chair and observing the planet. It felt like they'd been here yesterday, but months had passed.

"There are so many impracticalities, Hunter," Tech confessed.

"We've been over this. Life is short, and ours even shorter. She's handy on missions and clearly made an impact on you. You already shared all your reasons, and we're here anyway," Hunter replied.

"True. But I am concerned that my perception of reality has been altered by literary portrayals of this sort of thing," Tech returned.

"Well, take it one step at a time," Hunter advised, turning to gear up with the others.

Tech's hands tightened on the steering controls momentarily, and he sought distraction by moving through the long-memorized actions of the switches and buttons of the landing sequence. He had been forced to make a quick departure after his last conversation with Vel, called to another mission before she had woken up. He had remedied the situation by sending a transmission, informing her of his absence and his regret at their separation.

He had also determined it was the right thing to do, concerning his apparent interest in her, to follow in the steps of a variety of literary and historical characters and maintain communication during their time apart. He had been diligent to send transmissions on a regular basis, filling her in on their adventures as much as he could while maintaining confidentiality.

Unbeknownst to the others, he had even made a few attempts to reflect upon and convey his feelings, in a variety of approaches, from descriptive analysis to poetry, though the latter was too subjective for his tastes. And now, forty-two missions later, they had completed their recent objective and found themselves landing on the very planet on which Vel had been recovering from her spinal injury.

***

Vel grimaced, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. She had completed five full laps on her own, without any of the equipment, and was going for a few more with the assistive walker. It had been a long journey, but she was able to get around on her own and was now working on her stamina. She paused for a moment, leaning on the walker, when she heard his voice.

"If you keep pushing yourself like that, you're going to be outrunning me in a week," a gravelly male voice said. She turned to see Arthen grinning next to her, dressed in his standard medical attire, with a datapad in his hand. "You've made so much progress."

She stood up straighter, tilting her head and returning his smile with a bright one of her own. "Well, you know I've got you to thank for that, so you're really just complimenting yourself."

Arthen laughed, wagging a finger at her before tapping on the screen.

As Clone Force 99 entered the expansive physical therapy facility, Crosshair located Vel immediately with his sharp eyes, nudging his brother with an elbow. Tech followed his gesture, spotting her brown hair, and felt considerably unsettled.

"You sure you don't want us to come with you?" Wrecker asked, wrapping an arm around Tech's neck and rubbing a fist into his hair.

"No, thank you!" Tech snipped, wrestling himself away from his brother and fastidiously returning his hair to its... well, you know.

"Alright, we'll see you at lunch," Hunter said, "Come on." They headed for the door, Crosshair turning back to give a wink before disappearing into the corridor. Tech stood for a moment, watching Vel talk to the medical personnel, going through his speech again in his head to ensure it was precisely adequate.

With a deep breath, he approached them slowly, hands fidgeting at his sides, "Hello, Vel."

She turned toward him, utter shock on her face. "Tech? What..." she drifted off, "I mean, hello."

As she identified this newcomer, Arthen's eyebrows dropped briefly, but he recovered quickly and extended a hand. "Arthen Rass. Nice to meet you... Tech, was it?"

"Yes," Tech responded automatically, shaking the hand after an initial pause. He turned to Vel, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, unsure where to begin despite all his practice.

"Um, I was just about to finish and go tidy up," Vel said, feeling a need to escape the situation.

"Might I have a quick word before you do?" Tech inquired politely, having trouble looking at her, eyes heavy with the weight of the time they'd been apart.

"Sure," Vel answered, "Arthen, I'll see you later?"

"Looking forward to it," he responded warmly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. He lingered for a moment, whispering something in her ear that caused her to blush and push him away, then he offered a nod to Tech before heading for the door.

Vel turned to face Tech, cheeks still flushed, and he stared at her, dumbfounded. So many questions flew through his mind, and he was completely thrown off from everything he had been thinking leading up to this moment.

"You are romantically involved?" he asked bluntly.

"Yeah, kinda," Vel answered, looking at the ground for a moment before raising her eyes back to his. "What are you doing here?"

"I came... We came... We were on a mission nearby," Tech finished, still clearly distracted.

"Nice," Vel responded flatly. "Well, it was good to see you. I'm sure you've got places to be." And she turned toward the door.

Tech's mind was racing, but the sense of urgency brimmed over his self-control, "Vel, I came to see you. It has been a while, but as you know, I have not stopped thinking of you."

Vel stopped, turning over her shoulder, eyes narrowing. "As I know? I don't know anything, Tech. You disappeared without saying goodbye. Then you show up after months and months and just expect everything to be the same? You can't keep dropping me off and fetching me like a spare part when you suddenly find a need for me again."

"That is not--" Tech began, feeling flooded with responses and questions.

"Take care of yourself, Tech," Vel said, turning back to the door, "And tell the boys I said hello." And with that, she walked as smoothly as she could, exhaustion requiring her to use the assistive walker, and disappeared out the door. Tech remained, arms at his sides, frozen in place by the oppressive weight of confusion and disappointment.

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