#clone trooper hawk

[archivewriter1ont]

Echo and the Cadet Batch Chapter 18: How To Babysit Aboard a Warship (Part Three)

art by @littletroggo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58834273/chapters/162034660

Summary:

Waking up and getting ready is the easy part of the morning for the troopers babysitting the cadet Batch. Echo is prepared to keep the four littles quiet and hidden for the day while Cody, Rex, and the others go about their duties, and expects to spend most of his time thinking of a solution to the trouble the relic caused. Then the appearance of a nosy Jedi makes all his plans come crashing down.

SNEAK PEEK: ⬇️

“Echo?”

The cyborg tried to ignore the voice that called his name, but it wasn’t working – maybe because said voice was directly in his ear. “‘M sleeping here,” he grumbled. 

He was exhausted this morning, for some reason. Tech had better not already have drunk all the caf again, after Echo had explicitly reminded him that he would hide his datapad forever if he did. He hadn’t set the brewer up on a timer just out of the kindness of his heart, after all – though a ready supply of caf as soon as he awoke in the morning was certainly a way to make his heart and his attitude far kinder than their non-caffeinated counterparts. 

“But we’re awake.” A gentle poke in the neck accompanied the reply. 

That voice was…different. It was high-pitched and kind of small…

Echo jolted awake as quickly as if ice-cold water had been tossed on his head. He scrubbed his flesh hand across his eyes – he had never accidentally done it with the scomp, not after the first and only time when he’d nearly gouged out both his eyeballs – and blinked up at the three small yet familiar faces that were looking down at him. The scene was vaguely reminiscent of when he had awoken after the explosion.

Luckily, this time he wasn't sore or bruised. He had, surprisingly, slept quite well. He was still tired in a way he wasn’t used to, but he figured looking after kids or maybe just people in general just did that to a person. Rex was always tired – though the cyborg wasn’t sure if that had happened after he and Fives joined Torrent or before. Either way, their addition to the mix certainly hadn’t made the captain less tired. And General Kenobi certainly always seemed extra exhausted when Anakin and Ahsoka were around. 

Kenobi had two kids. But Echo had four, right? So where was the fourth one? He saw Tech and Wrecker and Hunter looking down at him patiently, waiting graciously for him to acclimate to reality again but – 

“Where’s…” His voice trailed off as Hunter shushed him and pointed. The cyborg glanced down at his left side and grinned.

{the rest is on Ao3 at the link above!}

❤️Tag List: @leapingbadger, @badbatchposts, and, @maybe-some-words @littletroggo @spinoqueenwrites,

[moxie-girl]

501st(+extra) Mando'a names! (Rex + Appo are here)

same as the last one, green names are canon from the Mando'a dictionary, yellow could probably be canon, orange is a little messy and red is mostly made-up combinations that are a little so-so

and like last time, I'm taking suggestions for better names if y'all have any!

[swcowgal]

Just some recent practice😋

[brooks-skirata]

Hawk and Crosshair memories PT1

---

O: Do you have a photo with him?

C: Of course, Tech made inventions and with the help of Hunter's senses he grabbed a lot of material to make his own datapad and the one he currently uses because it was the most accurate and practical, and I took one of the many unused datapads.

C: Tech retrieved the information from that Datapad.

Crosshair enters your assignment code and searches through all the information. Omega knew she found that memory when she saw him form a wistful smile and then pass his device to her.

C: It was the first and last photo. After we took that picture, he told me that in a few rotations his lot would be transferred to another part of Tipoca City because like any other clone like him he would start doing simulations, after that he would graduate and… He would leave Kamino.

-

[nchlsdmn]

Trick - Formerly known as CT-3301, is a consummate clone trooper who loves games of chance. He has been with Hawks since they both served in the Republic military. His laconic wit masks a haunted heart, and he won't get along with his Umbaran crewmate too well.

Luco Bronc - Sharp-tongued sniper Luco Bronc defended his home of Umbara during the Republic invasion. Although he has no love for the Republic that defeated and occupied his planet, Luco is willing to set aside his differences to work with Zero Company.

Tel-Rea’ Vokoss - The Tognath Jedi Padawan Tel-Rea’s boundless discipline and determination has led her to join Zero Company as she seeks to honor the legacy of her late Jedi Master.

Cly Kullervo - One of the last surviving members of the Mandalorian Clan Verminoth. She joins Zero Company purely to further her implacable quest for revenge.

Hawks - Once a captain in the Grand Army of the Republic, Hawks now leads Zero Company. Clever, cool-headed and decisive, Hawks works with operators from any and all backgrounds, as long as they know how to get the job done. He and Trick left the Republic army after a failed mission that injured Trick on the battlefield.

M3VO - Hawk's droid pilot on their ship, the Kason.

[graylinesspam]

Terracotta soldier AU from Rex's pov

Rex has never made his mind up on any idea of faith. Not the kind in a higher power at least. He'd had faith in his brothers. That's why he carried on their traditions. Long after most of them had gone when so many names had been lost to a relatively short period of time. He recites all that he can remember.

He speaks the name of each brother into the cold night air and promises that he will see them at the end of the long march.

It might not be a proper religion. But its all he has left.

And Rex is a man of his word. When he exhales his last lonely breath into the darkness his eyes going blind and his chest still, his legs are the first things he's aware of. The familiar pump of muscles.

One foot in front of the other. Like learning to walk all over again. There's a sea of white as far as the eye can see. A great blinding glare that moves all around him. But slowly it solidifies. The shape of helmets crawling over each other until they start to look like men, One in front of another. Stretching in every direction. Forever.

There isn't enough of him here to really be conscious. There aren't really thoughts in his mind. Just echoes of instincts. Like the instinct to put on foot in front of the other. The instinct to blink until his sight adjusts to the view.

It's the colors slowly emerging that draw his attention. It bleeds through the light one spot at a time. Slowly markings appear on the armor of the men around him. Blue and red and green and gold. One after another. A red circle on the pauldron beside him, a blue line up another arm.

It tickles something within him. Blue. He was blue too right? Once.

He wants to follow the blue. That's where he belongs. The mass of troops shudder once to the side, every line of men staggering one to the right another to the left. Reshuffling themselves like cards. Slipping between each other in interlocking lines. Moving forward. Always forward with ever unified foot fall. But shifting too. reaching out toward each other.

He shifts to the right toward the blue stripe who shifts as well in the same direction, farther ahead now. But there is more blue around both of them. Lines spreading around him like on interconnected web. countless troopers stacked on each other like the solders on playing cards. Shuffling around each other all looking for their own suit.

Always moving forward always together.

The blue solidifies as they shuffle around each other. Filling in the gaps until there's as much of it as there is white. He is blue. He is the blue. They are the blue. All existing here in this place together. Every piece in place.

It felt right. This is where he was always supposed to be. just one among the blue.

They march on forever. Everywhere. Far far away. Everywhere at once. Him among the blue. The blue among the white. Don't all colors come together to make white? Or is that only inside the light?

He marches. One foot in front of forever; one foot behind always.

Moving so much in sync it's like they aren't moving at all.

If everything is moving in the same direction at the same speed then is any of it really moving. What is still if nothing is?

Except....except something is. He sees it because it's blue, he thinks. He is blue and they are all blue. So of course he sees the blue.

It's not moving. It's not with them. That's wrong. They are all blue together.

His feet shuffle him again. Cards in the hands of the collective folding into themselves. There is no edge of everything. Everything is everything. it goes on forever. There is no end. But if there was, that's where he finds the blue.

She stands still. The only thing in everything that isn't moving. She needs to move. With them. He takes another unified step foreword and he is past her now. Marching away.

No. That's not right. He tries to shuffle again but there is no behind. The march is forward. All moving forward with every step. Always one foot in front of the other. He tries to look back but there is no back.

But there is. He can feel it. He can feel her a single steadiness in the flow. Parting the blue. Being among but not part of.

That's not right. He should tell her. Maybe she doesn't remember how. Maybe she doesn't have the word for foot like he didn't have the word blue until he saw it again.

But he can't tell her if she's still back there. He has to get to her. Every step takes him farther away but he knows that isn't right either. He needs to stop.

As soon as he thinks it he does. His feet stuck between always and forever. The cards shuffle around him. Moving on and leaving him behind. He...he is sad about that.

But it's okay. If Everything is always then back is always too. He turns back seeing the faces moving towards him for the first time in forever. He knows them. The faces.

Fives.

Hardcase.

Jesse.

Kix.

Tup.

They see him. See his face for the first time in forever and they stop too. Their feet stalling in time. Behind all of them, way back, he sees her. She's still there. Standing. Waiting patiently.

He remembers how to do this. It's the only thing he remembered before he saw anything here. Marching is easy. One foot....He doesn't know where forever or always are. One foot goes....Infront.

He takes a step and feels like he's learning it all over again. He forgets what the next step is. One foot in front is all his mind conjures. So he tries again. One at a time. One step, two, three.

He walks past the face. the ones moving and those standing still. She's waiting for him. He has to get back to her. He marches towards her....Ahsoka. And it isn't easy like it was before. It isn't everything always. But it is him. It is Rex. He'd forgotten that.

He is Rex. Rex follows Ahsoka.

He will walk back through forever to get to her.

One foot behind forever one foot in front of always. The wrong way. His way. Backwards.

There's another one following him. Another foot falling backwards. He can feel it disrupting the flow with him. One foot after another. One man after another. The blue warps and bends against it's self. Fracturing into a thousand pieces. Breaking away from everything. Becoming singular.

Rex marches back to Ahsoka and Fives follows. They all follow one by one. They are the blue. The 501st. Torrent company. Medics and pilots and snipers. Heavy gunner and scouts. They are men. Soliders. They are singular in the constant flow of everything all the time.

And Ahsoka waits patiently for them to remember.

To remember their names. Each others names. Her name.

She's reciting them.

Rex forgot he could speak. He forgot he could say names.

She says them one by one. "...Oppo, slate, cadaver, coric..."

Rex says them too just to hear them. "Dogma, Hawk, Limp, Chatter..."

Maybe that's how he saw her in the first place. Past all of the blue. Because she said his name. Remembered it for him.

Fives speaks, discovering his voice too. Then Jesse.

Most of the blue stops. Every one Ahsoka remembered then every one each of them remembered until the blue had bled out of the white. Outside of Everything and forever.

"You've all served your time. Served it long and well." She says when there are no more names, "You have earned your rest. But I have a mission. And I am asking for your help. I'm asking you to come back with me."

"Ahsoka" Rex says.

He remembers reciting her name. When he thought she was dead. Hoping if there was something after, then he could at least see her one last time.

Fives says it too. Then Jesse. All the way down the line they say her name. "Ahsoka"

Rex reaches a hand out to her and almost glows when it touches her shoulder. She is solid. Not made of light. Made of something more solid.

He's...he's solid too right? He thinks they were all solid together once. He knocks his vambrace against his chest plate to check and is pleased when it rattles. He hits it again just to hear the noise.

And it grows. One at a time. It rattle far too solid to exist within forever. It is fleeting as temporary as the collision that causes it. It only exists so long as they create it.

He remembers another word. One that isn't a name.

"Oya" he shouts just to hear it.

and it grows

Because He is Rex and Rex follows Ahsoka.

[zealfruity]

Yfm

[crashlanding-skywalker]

[Fox babysitting the 501st]

Kickback: How old do you think I am?

Striker: Kickback, age doesnt matter.

Striker: You can die at any time.

——————

Tag: I’m not an idiot, I just lack all common sense.

Tag: Like, I can build an entire flying ship with complex circuitry.

Tag: But you can bet that I’ll be doing the Tide Pod challenge.

——————

Ringo: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world.

Attie: Thank you for your sacrifice, Contrail.

——————

Nax: I know it's sad but death is a natural part of life and by the time I finish this sentence, a hundred people will have died in Lothal.

Matchstick, visibly distressed: WHY DID YOU STOP TALKING-

——————

Fox, playing with Ridge: Axe, where are you going?

Axe: To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense.

Ridge: And who's that?

Axe: Myself, Rid.

——————

Hil: You know, not every problem can be solved with a knife.

Echo: I know, that's why I always carry two.

——————

Jinx: Hi :).

The 501st:

Jinx: Everyone's bones are wet.

Fox: Why would you say that?

Jinx: Nobody was saying hi back :(.

——————

Fox: You're a loose cannon.

Echo: No, I'm not. Am i a cannon? probably yeah, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me, Fox?

Kix: I think you play by your own rules.

Jesse: No way, he thinks rules were made to be broken.

Fox: And those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Echo: No, I'm just a reckless renegade.

Echo, pointing at Fives: He's the loose cannon.

Fives: *smashes a chair*

——————

Fox: Why can’t y'all just get along?

Vaughn: Because most of us are assholes, Commander.

——————

Echo, holding a knife: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.

Kix: It would instantly cauterize the wound which means the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Fives: If you want information it is.

Attie: Why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

——————

Echo: We should normalize not loving family members.

Dogma: You can just say “I hate my dumb fuck uncle” or whatever.

Dogma: Talk like a normal person.

——————

Kano: Remember what I told you.

Contrail: Don’t be a cunt.

——————

Attie: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.

Swoop: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

——————

Hawk, to Dogma: ARE YOU

Jesse: Fucking.

Hawk: KIDDING ME?! YOU

Jesse: Fucking.

Hawk: IDIOT!

(silence)

Appo: What was that?

Jesse: Fox banned Hawk from swearing, so I’m helping him out.

——————

Swoop: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

S. Fox:

Swoop: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?

S. Fox: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking froot loops.

—————— Tucker: "you should be at the club" Tucker: I can't go to the club, I'll be in there saying shit like "perchance" and "thrice"

——————

Boomer: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.

Swoop: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

——————

Echo: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons.

Fives: Bet you I can!

Fox sipping caff while checking to make sure Rex and Cody are still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper:

——————

Fox, entering the kitchen:

Fox, sees Hardcase: What are you doing?

Hardcase: Oh, I was just gonna light this chicken on fire to see if it turns into a phoenix.

Fox: It's 3 am...

Hardcase: *puppy eyes*

Fox, sighs: We can try it later

——————

Fox: Is anyone d-

Kix: Depressed?

Dogma: Drained?

Voca: Dumb?

Fives: Disliked?

Fox: -done with their work...

Fox, calling Rex: What is wrong with you kids...

[eclec-tech]

I haven't been able to get the staredown between Trick and Bronc out of my mind since I saw the trailer with them this morning. What goes through the heads of men who were on opposite sides of a war when they suddenly become teammates? 🤔

So, I got it out of my head in the form of a little ficlet, and now there are some Zero Company tags on AO3!

[tlmtwelve]

@may01st prompt: Alternate Universe

[you-need-not-apply]

NEW FIC ALERT!! Short crack fic about the notes left inside the 501st fridge!!

LINK

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65204152

“Bet it was Kix”      “No bet. I value my soul, thank you”

[archivewriter1ont]

Echo and the Cadet Batch Chapter 17: How To Babysit Aboard a Warship (Part Two) Is Out!

art by @littletroggo

PHEW! Due to a lot going on this week, I wrote 4k+ of this 5k word chapter TODAY. (Thank goodness for a lunch break and a writing app on my phone for lulls at work!) There might be some typos due to the rush but I'm so excited I got it posted on time...enjoy!

Summary:

(Cont'd) Time moves differently in the Negotiator's current time zone, so the 501st and the 212th are still trying to a) keep the cadets as much a secret as possible and b) manage to keep them safe aboard a warship. After fighting alongside them as adults and adjusting to their crazy, Rex hopes that settling the baby batchers down for dinner and bedtime will go smoothly. It does not.

SNEAK PEEK: ⬇️

The worries over sugar-hyped cadets had been mostly in vain. After eating, all four boys began experiencing the results of the dangerous combination of full bellies and exhaustion from a full day of fun, time travel, and exploring – pure, unavoidable sleepiness.

It started with Wrecker. Echo had told Rex about the biggest 99’s reaction to sugar, but he was pretty sure the captain hadn’t believed him. Then he saw Wrecker slide off the bench as soon as the dinner trays were cleared, look around with slow-blinking eyes, and yawn. 

The captain stared in surprise as the biggest cadet bypassed Helix’s offer of more sugary treats to join Hunter and Hardcase, who were flicking through pictures on a datapad on a nearby bunk. Hunter was curled up beneath his soft blanket and hardly seemed to notice when his bigger, younger brother climbed up beside him, but Hardcase grinned and beamed at Rex and Echo.

“That was fast,” Rex remarked. 

“Super fast,” Ace agreed. The 212th pilot was standing with the captain and the cybernetic ARC, his thumbs hooked casually into his belt and smirking at a scowling Boil as the other man huffed his way back out of the barracks. From what Echo could gather, the other gold-toned trooper had lost the rock-paper-scissors that decided who was going to take the trays back to the mess hall.

Echo chuckled and shook his head as Tech blinked sleepily at the chessboard. The cadet was trying so hard to stay awake that he didn’t even notice how hard Waxer, his current opponent, was trying not to laugh. “I told you so. Sugar only works on them when it’s paired with caffeine.” The cyborg shot a censoring look at Ace. “Which I don’t think anyone was dumb enough to try giving them a second time.”

Ace held up his hands. “All I did was ask!”

“Ask what?” Rex raised an eyebrow. 

“If they could have caf,” Echo answered flatly. “Full-bore, 212th-strength caf.”

Rex’s wide eyes were genuine. “I thought we were trying to keep them quiet, not give them all heart attacks.”

(Cont'd on Ao3)

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[immortalwalnut]

@yukipri Take Flight! AU but the kaminoans take the whole ‘Super Soldier’ Idea and Fucking Run With It

[coaz-photography]

The backbone of the Republic

[nchlsdmn]

Renders from Star Wars The Clone Wars Seasons 1-6

Credit to @ashanbhatoa on the Star Wars Archives Discord