#clone trooper sol

[justanotherinterneruser]

As Boredom’s fic C2C amps up, I was very much inspired to draw out my sillies that I’ve lent her for the story. I don’t know how many people know, but Archer and Sol, the beloved Corries of Crèche to Command, are actually my very old, very loved OCs I created! They’ve been gaining lot of popularity lately, and as someone who was super bullied for making OCs like this and as a result later abandoned it, I am so touched to see my little guys get so much love from the fandom.

Just a little information on the doodle and my little guys. Archer and Sol are technically twins, though Archer likes to claim he was “removed first” and therefore, older than his brother. Archer is the first clone with the curly hair with gray streaks. His right shoulder pauldron has a sun symbol on it that matches his brothers helmet, while the rest of his armor has loopy swirls!

Sol is the “younger” brother, with a melted ear and burn scar stretching across the right side of his head from an up close blaster wound. He has a sun splotch on his chest and his right pauldron also matches the design of his brother’s helmet. Both left legs of the clones share the same patterns as well.

I like to imagine in this, they claimed they were taking a lunch break or whatever and crashed out on the couch, and Fox is probably very frantically and irritatingly trying to find them, or watching them with extreme annoyance as he finds them sleeping during work hours 🤣.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this silly art after I’ve been dead a while, and if you want to know more about Archer and Sol, be sure to catch up on C2C! You can also ask me any questions about them, as I’m sure I’ll be dumping even more art of them and my other Star Wars OCs, and I will be glad to answer!!

[milfcutlawquane]

Redesigning Galaxy Squad (2/5): Sol! (he/him)

CT-02-8251, better known as Sol, Lieutenant in the 212th Attack Battalion. Despite being the only member of his squad to end up in the 212th, he was soon to make himself a place in it.

A literal sunshine in both name and personality, Sol was promoted to Lieutenant die to his natural leading abilities (same abilities that also made him the Squad Leader for Galaxy Squad.

His amber eyes were caused thanks to the same error that affected his whole batch. Unfortunately, they were separated from each other during early training, and therefore he's unable to recall their serial numbers. While he doesn't know of their current fates, Sol is positive that most of them could be still alive and doing well.

A great ground trooper, Sol dreams of becoming a Captain, or an ARC trooper just like his sibling, Luna.

Despite everything war has thrown at them, Sol has never seen his personality changed, and quite the opposite, has seen his upbeat mood a grounding stone for his platoon.

[sol-the-otter]

Training Day with Kix

Kix dreaded this day.  He knew it was coming and he dreaded it.  It was CPR  and field medicine training day with Torrent Squad and he had to somehow get them to settle down for a several hour long class. He already had a headache and it hadn’t even begun.

It went exactly as he thought it might. 

He brought out the training dummies and immediately saw a Look pass between Hardcase and Fives. 

some highlights of the day: 

- Echo trying to hard to listen and take notes, but with Hardcase dancing with the manikin in the background is making it very difficult. Kix's headache grows even stronger. But he's glad at least a few of the boys are trying. 

- Jesse is giving Fives feedback on his mouth to mouth technique and it turns into them showing off their kissing skills and trading techniques. Kix makes a note to make *them* disinfect the manakins after. 

- when he begins showing them how to use the AED (Automated External Defibrillator), Fives puts the pads on his own body and presses the button, fortunately the voltage is turned all the way down (as it should be) and he only recieves a mild shock. Kix has to pause the lesson so that he can treat Fives. 

- Lessons on how to hold and gently let down a fainting person turn into trust falls. Tup is really great at catching people, Hardcase gets distracted far too easily and misses Jesse, who tumbles to the floor. Kix uses this as an intro to how to deal with a concussion. 

- He shows them how to use a tourniquet and field dressings and Echo ends up tied to his chair. No one knows who did it. He is, however, tied really tightly and really well, with proper wound pressure. Kix hates that he's impressed.

- Dogma and Tup are active listeners and are the first to volunteer when live subjects are needed for carrying drills. Both them and Kix regret this immediately when Hardcase picks them up and runs out the door. 

- When explaining the proper way to give injections, Hardcase and Fives are just a *little* too excited about it, so Echo (who has the steadiest hands) does the demonstration on Dogma.  Kix makes an executive decision.  Dogma is very relieved.

-Rex sits in the background with popcorn. Rex is very happy that the children are not currently his problem. Kix needs a fucking nap.

[thecoffeelorian]

Fandom Friday, 07/12: Fanfiction

Hello again, everyone...and welcome to the second half of Fandom Friday.

Wow...it's hard to believe that we're getting to the middle of July, yet here you all are, still reading, still commenting, and just like all good Tumblrinas, still reblogging so that others may receive cool and interesting fanworks. It's because of your continued interest that I've made it this far into 2024, so. Let me first thank all of you for your attention and support, as I know my posts wouldn't have gotten anywhere without them.

Thank you, thank you, thank you all.

Second, before I let myself get too emotional here...I know we've got a list to get to, so here are my fanfic picks of the week. Enjoy.

THE ACOLYTE

The Acolyte Fanfiction--By @cross-d-a

The Acolyte Fanfiction--By @jedi-qui-gon

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @my-head-is-an-animal

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @neyswxrld

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @stardustloki

THE MANDALORIAN

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @jake-g-lockley

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and, on Friday every week, highlight those writers who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom, good afternoon, and good luck.

@theweepingvulcan91 @libraryfordyslexics @olafur-neal @theunknownartist1 @bluedeedeedoop

@crazyinspirationaldreams @theosb0rnway @gun-roswell @melymigo @skellymom

@cinnamonsugar-pretzel @its-time-to-rise-above @vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod @universitysunflowers

@tazmbc1 @thegreenspectr @leos-multifandom-corner @badbatchposts @sharpasanaro

@tlmtwelve @thatflatfrog @nadjem-mari @leenabb104104 @ithillia

@difuf @rott1ngbra1n @saviinika @everybirdfellsilent @algo-o-nada

@botherdv @justhereforthesherlock @sportlover4life @aelfgiure @typewriters-and-love-letters

@maggie-dylan and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new and interesting fanfiction.

[shield-and-saber]

i made these for tiktok, but i'm bored so now u guys get them too

[matchademi]

Rex:How did you get close with Cody's squad?

Sol:Heh, oh.. well.....

*

*Sol and Wolffe getting into a screaming match while training because Wolffe bit Sol, who immediately body slammed him*

*Fox pulls Wolffe back, and Ponds drags Sol back and tosses him to Thire*

A few days after

Sol:*sitting next to Wolffe*. "If you bite here, it's harder for them to shake you off

Wolffe:Keep your knee there it's easier to tackle someone and keep them down....

*

Rex:What the....

Sol:And this is why Wolffe and I aren't allowed to spar

[caelan0d]

some doodles of my Star Wars ocs

[catboydogma]

give the world away/wake up lonely

codywan week 2024 sol master list (solsterlist)

codywan week 2024 day 3 prompts, sol edition: soulmate au, after the war

notes: this is riffing off the quinlan/fox soulmates au i did a while back. if you haven't read that one, you don't have to; the gist of it is that soulmates can't lie to each other. for our resident guys who love lying above any other favored pastime or hobby, this presents a Number of Problems. canon timelines? there is no canon timeline here. tcw is my sandbox and baby i have started cultivating a bed of beautiful plants native to arid regions. title from crowd surf off a cliff by emily haines & the soft skeleton.

wc: 2,206

cross-posted to ao3

This was, admittedly, a somewhat inauspicious first meeting. Obi-Wan had been shipped back to Coruscant post-capture by Ventress for surgery and a recovery time that was cut much too short by politics, of all things. Entirely miffed by this shitshow, Obi-Wan had made his complaints clear to the Council. And Bail. And Padmé. And the beleaguered young Healer they’d had attending him. Yes, he might often leave medical before his sentence was up, but that was on his terms. To have his affairs arranged by some perfect stranger instead, in the name of the war effort? Oh, the utter fucking gall of these people.

Alpha-17 was recovering on Kamino, at least. Obi-Wan had gotten away light, relatively speaking. He’d said as much to Vokara Che, and she’d made the most fascinating expression at him.

In his absence, the 212th had been headed by some interim Admiral of the Navy and the new Commander. They were already engaged clear across the Rim, and so Obi-Wan was shipped back out in another transport with a contingent of transfers rotating out from the Coruscant Guard. By the time they dropped out of hyperspace at the back end of the venator, the battle was over and cleanup had commenced.

Obi-Wan was sore, he wanted a proper shower with the desperation of an alcoholic approaching the three-month mark, and to top it all off, his trick knee was acting up again from all the time spent sitting around in the transport. Obi-Wan was not the sort to take advantage of his position either as a High General or a Jedi Master, but really, couldn’t they have given him a transport bigger than a bloody Pathfinder?

Bag slung over one shoulder, Obi-Wan located his—allegedly temporary—cane and tried his best not to limp too visibly. The hangar of the venator was busy with white- and gold-painted troopers, only a few in dress greys cutting back and forth through the bustle. Whoever was running this operation, they were doing it well; even with the distraction Obi-Wan and his entourage presented, few troopers were distracted from their own tasks.

“At ease,” Obi-Wan said, after he’d saluted the squad of troopers waiting to greet him. The Command Corps, with only a handful of familiar signatures. The casualty rate directly after Obi-Wan and Alpha-17’s capture had… suffered. “I am Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. Commander Fox sends his regards.” He’d said something quite a bit more rude, but Obi-Wan wasn’t about to repeat that to a perfect stranger, brothers they may be.

“Clone Marshal Commander 2224,” his Commander replied. Alpha-17 referred to this one as Cody in their little catch-up holocall before Obi-Wan had been deployed again. He’d followed it up with “that little shit” and other things at once less complimentary and more affectionate. Obi-Wan, after taking a few days to parse through the backhanded compliments and veiled praise that Alpha-17 liked to communicate in, had taken this to mean that his new Commander was highly skilled, exceedingly competent, and smarter than all the Navy personnel aux staff. Combined. That, and he had a sense of humor imparted to him directly by Alpha-17.

“A pleasure to meet you,” Obi-Wan said, shaking the Commander’s hand in a firm grip. Professional. Brief. He opened his mouth again to say something about how he looked forward to working with the 212th and a great many more successful engagements, and the words stopped up his throat. Obi-Wan discreetly cleared his throat and—

“Oh, no,” Obi-Wan said instead, an entirely honest display of dismay breaking out. No, no, no, no, this could not be happening.

The Commander’s hand tightened on his. “Is there a problem, sir?”

“What’s your name, if I may, Commander?” Obi-Wan asked, belatedly releasing his hand.

A static fuzz split the air as the Commander stuttered on—something. His serial, Obi-Wan suspected. Which… would have been a lie, if the Commander did not truly consider his serial to be his name.

“Heck,” the Commander said. He pulled his helmet off and flipped it over to tuck under an arm in one smooth motion, mouth slightly agape as he stared at Obi-Wan.

He was a handsome man, his Commander. Very handsome. In the back of his head, Obi-Wan thought he might be hearing howling laughter that sounded a bit too much like Alpha-17.

“Quite,” Obi-Wan said. “Ah… I suppose we’re due for a walk-around. But, after, perhaps, if you might… show me to my quarters, and we can have a, ah… more informal debriefing?” Force, but he hadn’t stuttered like this since Qui-Gon had tried to guilt him into taking care of one of his notoriously finicky bonsais.

His Commander was silent for a moment. Testing the bounds of their new… constraints, Obi-Wan suspected. Finally, he said: “I’d like that.”

…two years later, after the war:

“That Sith is lucky he’s already dead,” Cody snarled up at the ceiling.

Obi-Wan patted Cody’s hand and tried to suppress the feeling that he was about to be an accessory to a hideously violent crime. “How’s your nausea, then? Manageable?”

Cody snarled something incoherent. Perhaps he’d tried for a “fine” or even a bold “utterly negligible.” Obi-Wan was not the most empathic Jedi, instead sitting—like many things in his life—at a comfortably average level of Force empathy. Yet even he could feel the waves of sick vertigo and queasiness washing over Cody every few minutes. After a moment of muttering and another moment of grimly, doggedly swallowing as another wave of nausea broke over him, Cody gave Obi-Wan a baleful, sweaty glare. “Stop asking me questions.”

“My brave Commander,” Obi-Wan said, digging his thumbs into the base of Cody’s thumb and the joint of his wrist.

The medics had concocted two different ways to disable the inhibitor chips that Lieutenant Fives had uncovered—surgery or injection. The series of vaccines was a clever combination of medical nanotechnology originally developed to fight against deep-rooted viral infections and a biotechnological approach to ensure that the body’s systems were able to quickly and safely break down the chip from the inside, piggybacking off local immune response.

Their results could not be denied. Both approaches were as safe as they could be, with an astonishingly low mortality or mishap rate. The immune response, however, was… somewhat vicious. Obi-Wan had been able to glean that Cody was getting off relatively light; he’d just the muscle aches and nausea, but no fever, and he had yet to actually vomit anything up. Whether that was due to his body having a good response, or Cody’s own iron self-discipline… well, who was really to say.

“Can’t imagine the company’s all that right now,” Cody muttered. His jaw worked furiously and he leaned his head back against the pillows of his medical cot.

Obi-Wan hummed and worked his way up Cody’s forearm, measuring his pulse with two fingers pressed into the soft inside of Cody’s elbow. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be, right now. Until you tell me to fuck off, I shall continue to remain right here.”

“Fuck—nhgghk—fuck… you,” Cody hissed.

Ah, Obi-Wan’s love was such a romantic. He only felt a little bad about trapping Cody in a proverbial corner, but if Cody truly wanted him to leave, then he could say so. Until then… well. It wasn’t like Cody could lie to him. Obi-Wan tried not to look quite so smug, but with Cody’s hand spasming on his arm like he was imagining strangling Obi-Wan, perhaps he wasn’t as successful as he’d thought.

“Only twelve more hours,” Obi-Wan said, soothing. He smoothed a hand up Cody’s bicep and started in on his shoulders, finding knots of tension and digging in deep to ease them out. With the persistent muscle aches, these knots would likely be back in a matter of hours, if that. But if Obi-Wan could do something to help Cody, as small as it could be, he was going to do it.

“You should go,” Cody rasped, eyes closed and brow furrowed. His shoulder spasmed under Obi-Wan’s hand, sweat-slick skin and hard muscle shifting painfully.

Hm. Well. That hadn’t been what Obi-Wan had planned. He pressed the back of his hand to Cody’s forehead. No fever; the sweats and shakes, a little warm from lying in bed, but nothing concerning. Fighting to keep his voice neutral, Obi-Wan asked, “And do you want me to go?”

Cody gritted his teeth, lips peeling back in a snarl. He started and stopped in the middle of half a dozen words. “It doesn’t matter what I want. You should leave.”

Obi-Wan’s heart seized in his chest, something toothier than grief coming to settle behind his breastbone. Sometimes the inability to lie to one’s soulmate was a blessing, if a complicated one. Sometimes… sometimes it meant that when Cody said such a thing, Obi-Wan knew to his bones that Cody truly believed it. “Yes, it matters very much what you want,” he said, fighting to keep his voice even but not gentle. Cody so hated to be “coddled,” in his words. Obi-Wan, who could tease out the truth, knew that Cody didn’t necessarily want to be treated gently or handled with care—he simply wanted to be treated like he was precious. Like he meant something to someone.

“And,” Obi-Wan continued, when it seemed like no more was forthcoming from Cody and he was no longer fighting to keep the wobble out of his own voice, “unless and until you say ‘Obi-Wan, my precious love, papple of my eye and light of my galaxy, I want you to leave me alone,’ I shall be remaining by your side.”

Cody’s face screwed up. It looked terrifyingly like he might cry. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what he would do if Cody started crying, other than start sobbing alongside him.

“What if the chip activates?” Cody finally bit out, sounding like the words had been carved out of him. “I read the brief on Fray’s procedure. And Longshot’s. And—and I could. I might—you don’t—want to see me. Like this. I—” Cody heaved for breath, eyes gone glassy and the sinews of his throat standing in high relief with tension. “—I can’t. If something happens, I can’t. If the chip activates and I—lose myself—it’s.” Cody cursed, as vile as anything Obi-Wan had ever heard him use.

Obi-Wan firmly laced his fingers between Cody’s and checked his vambrace with his free hand. It must be terrifying to know that you might kill those you held most dear. But the chips didn’t activate with a specific order—Fray’s had activated on Order 37: mass arrest and execute the local civilian population to capture a wanted individual. The poor trooper had almost killed a pair of orderlies with his own bootlaces. Longshot’s had… well. They were yet lucky to still have the trooper with them, but he would have to be carefully monitored in the next few weeks to make sure he didn’t suffer clotting in the vessels of his neck or a stroke. But with a full one hundred and fifty orders, the chance that Cody’s would activate in the first place was slim, let alone land on the one that would have him trying to kill Obi-Wan.

And yet… this wasn’t a scenario where likelihoods and statistics would help. Obi-Wan squeezed Cody’s hand, then showed him the screen embedded into his vambrace. A med droid had sent him an update on the progress of Cody’s procedure, showing a near-incomprehensible feed of the nanites as they disabled what remained of Cody’s chip.

“You’re well past the threshold for the chip activating successfully,” Obi-Wan told him. “And I always want to see you, Cody. I especially want to be here while you’re fighting through this. You won’t lose yourself. You’re already past the worst of it. I know you can hang on for a little while longer, and there’s no part of you that I would turn away from.” He raised Cody’s hand to kiss the back of it, lips pressed carefully to Cody’s scarred and calloused knuckles. “There is no part of you that could make me turn away.” He would repeat it as many times as Cody would let him.

“I don’t want to wake up someone different,” Cody rasped. But he didn’t pull away from Obi-Wan, and he let Obi-Wan smooth a hand over his curls and press a kiss to the space between his brows.

“I’ll keep an eye on the chip,” Obi-Wan promised. With a rueful smile, chest still aching, he echoed Cody’s own oft-repeated line back at him: “When have I ever let you down?”

“Never,” Cody murmured, face tightening as one—or perhaps several—of his muscles spasmed and locked up. He looked exhausted, riding the line between unconsciousness and apprehension.

“Just so. You’ll be alright,” Obi-Wan promised. “And I’ll be here.”

With that, Cody finally let himself slip into sleep, mind partially quieting. The fear was still there, as well as a biting edge of self-recrimination and dread-heavy resignation. Obi-Wan kept a bit of his awareness on the chip through the Force, monitoring it carefully. They would get through this safe and whole, and Obi-Wan would not suffer any other option.

[highfantasy-soul]

I get people concerned that 'viewers are seeing a hot guy and falling for his manipulation!!' but like....personally, I don't believe cops when they just tell me someone is bad without proof?

The thing about compelling antagonists is that a lot of the time, THEY HAVE A POINT!! Vader in the OG trilogy had no point. It was just black/white we want to be fascist all over the galaxy and have all the power, you want to stop us. In the prequels, Palpatine was the same: he wants power....just cause. Anakin you can make a partial argument for in that his initial intention was never just to get power for himself, but rather protect those he loved: this led to him being able to be manipulated and then making abhorrent choices like slaughtering a bunch of children.

In newer Star Wars, there's room for nuance - room for critiquing and looking into things and seeing it isn't always black/white our protagonists are perfect, the antagonist is psycho evil for the sake of being evil.

We didn't see the rebels in Star Wars Rebels, Andor, and Rogue One as evil because they were killing storm troopers - we saw that their violence was justified in fighting back against an oppressive regime that was hurting people.

When I look at Qimir, he's only killed combatants directly opposed to him. We don't know yet what his real goals are - we don't know why the Jedi 'abandoned' him. So I'm going to reserve judgement and hear him out until I get more info. You know, like you should when determining if someone is evil and needs to die? You don't just rush in guns blazing because you see a red saber and someone fighting enemy combatants?

I know a lot of people have woobified the jedi so much that even though they're a militant police force with absolute power to kill you with their laser swords, fighting back against them is somehow seen as kicking a puppy, but idk man. I'm not against violent opposition to an oppressive force. Obviously we need more info before we can say for sure if Qimir's goals need to be pushed back against, but I don't go into situations with the default view of 'the jedi must be right'.

For me, it's really interesting to see how similar Qimir's attempts to get Osha to join him are similar to how Sol got her to agree to join the jedi. Separating her from other influences: check. Giving her tests to unlock parts of herself she knows are there: check. Showing kindness and understanding of her situation: check. Offering her something she wants (with Sol it was to allow Osha to 'be her own person' rather than only the other half to her twin and the lure of other children like her (that he conveniently left out she'd never be able to have a deep relationship with due to the non-attachment rules of the Jedi) and with Qimir it was being accepted for who she was, not some sanitized version of who others wanted her to be, plus the deep relationships she craves): check.

Is Qimir pushing for Osha to join him so he can have power? Yup. Did Sol push Osha to join him so that the order could have more power? Yup. So now the real question is: power to do what?

Though the idea of the jedi is great, how they actually exert their influence isn't always good for everyone (see stamping out the witches who we, yet again, haven't seen do anything bad). When you have a huge organization that prioritizes their own view of the world above all others, it's not only 'bad' people who get caught in the crossfire. Everyone just makes the assumption that if the jedi are against you, that means you're just a psycho who wants to go around killing people with impunity and if the jedi are supporting you, that means you're automatically good - but that hasn't been shown to be the case. Lets take a look at the Separatists as seen in the Clone Wars tv show - they weren't all fascist maniacs, they just wanted to govern themselves - not to have slavery or be able to kill a bunch of people, but because they were concerned about centralizing rule too much (which turns out, they were right to be worried about that!!) Or Tales of the Jedi when we saw the Jedi turning the other way when members of the Republic were treating their citizens horribly.

Fighting against those aspects of the Republic and the Jedi doesn't automatically throw you into the 'fascist psycho mass murderer' category. Killing the Jedi you think are responsible for the slaughter of your whole culture, I don't think, puts you in that category either. And of course, there can be instances where people do bad things for what they believe are the right reasons (see: Andor and Rogue One) BUT they aren't doing it to people we've associated with 'the good guys' for so long it makes it hard to think about the situation at hand rather than reacting in a knee-jerk kind of way to protect your blorbos.

Very long winded way of saying: I'm not saying Qimir is good or bad. I haven't seen enough to say yet. No, killing Yord and Jecki isn't enough 'proof' any more than Cassian killing the injured rebel so they wouldn't be caught was 'proof' that he was bad. We need to know WHY they're taking such drastic actions before I'm comfortable making my decision on what the show is trying to say.

If you feel like that's me 'lacking critical thinking skills' because you've jumped to a conclusion that's not supported by any facts yet, fine. But I'll wait for the narrative to finish before casting judgement based on what I think is a common trope used in stories.

[floundrickthewayfarer]

Sandwich Squad

So @the-bi-space-ace and I created a squad of clones a bit ago, and we just had to share them!

Bread was a second-generation infantry trooper who was badly injured in the line of duty. His entire squad was killed in an ambush, leaving him alone and wounded. Permanent damage from his injuries, both physical and mental, prevented him from returning to the field. To save him from being decommissioned, his Jedi general pulled strings to have him assigned to a Venator’s mess hall. 

No one knows what his name was before he came to work in the kitchens. Everyone who knew his old name is dead now, and he refuses to tell his new brothers.  Eventually, due to his tendency to make extra pastries and doughnuts for his brothers, his new name became Bread.

Now, Bread is a quiet, stern clone who tends to smell of fresh bread and flour instead of artillery smoke. He is very close with Butter, a bubbly but lactose-intolerant clone who befriended Bread when he first came to the kitchens.

Their Jedi’s padawan, Sol, is often found following Bread around in the kitchens while Bread pretends he isn’t happy about her being there. Bread always sets aside treats for Sol after missions and long training sessions. His favorite treats to bake are cinnamon rolls and sugar cookies decorated to look like little loth-cats.

Pickles was cloned late in the war, when the Kaminoans were pushing to create more clones on an accelerated timeline. He was born with a neurological disorder that makes one of his legs not respond like the other. This caused him to fall behind in training. His trainers often assigned him to cleaning duty as punishment. As a result, the vinegar smell of the cleaning solutions often clung to him and eventually earned him the name Pickles, a name he hated well into adulthood. 

Narrowly escaping decommissioning with the help of a sympathetic trainer, Pickles was assigned to mess hall duty aboard the same Venator as Bread and the rest of Sandwich Squad. 

Pickles tells fantastic stories and jokes but doesn’t have the best memory. He was on his own a lot as a cadet, so it takes him a long time to trust people, even clones.

Ham, another clone working in the kitchens, immediately took Pickles under his wing when they met, and, though Pickles took time to trust him, the two became very close. They both tend toward gallows humor but also delight in playing pranks on Bread and Butter.

And, because I love sad middles with happy endings, Sandwich Squad’s inhibitor chips are defective. As a treat. When Order 66 strikes, their Jedi is killed, but they are able to rescue Sol, their Jedi’s padawan, and escape with her. They encounter the clone rebellion when Rex and Echo save them from an Inquisitor. They eventually settle on a farm on the Outer Rim, far from the Empire, to raise the little Jedi. (And they all live happily ever after, shhh, let us have this.)

I'm tagging @saturn-sends-hugs because you expressed interest in our boys. :}

@squad-724 your picrew was absolutely wonderful for making Sandwich Squad! You did such a good job with it, and it really brought these boys to life! <3

[theology101]

Who’s the Best Pilot?

In general, I tried to take someone's Force Talent into account and have that be somewhat weighed against them - Luke is probably equal to Wedge, Tycho and Sootnir (Which really should be the S Row, Vader alone in S+ cause the man was dogfighting at near lightspeed and everyone shifted down) but they're just humans were as he's a Jedi. Other times though, like the Force Users we do have at the top, they're just so overwhelmingly better then the people around them that they deserve to be that high up.

S+ —> Vader/Anakin, Wedge Antilles, Soontir Fel, Tycho Celchu

S —> Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Jaina Solo, Jagged Fel, Saesee Tiin, Corran Horn

A —> Hera Syndulla, Rey Skwaylker, Jacen Solo, Kylo Ren, Plo Koon, Poe Dameron, Kyp Durron, Pash Cracken, Ooryl Qyrgg

B —> Maarek Stele, Shea Hublin, Ventress, Ahsoka Tano, Gavin Darklighter, Bror Jace, Lowbacca, Din Djarin

C —> Tri-Fighters, Bo-Katan Kryze, Obi-Wan, Chirdaki, Che’ri, Biggs Darklighter, Shara Bey, Biggs Darklighter, Garven Dreis, Nien Nunb

D —> Clone Troopers, Ello Asty, Porkins, Jessika Pava, Varko Grey,  Inyri Forge, Aril Nunb, Rella Sol, Jake Farrel

F —> Vulture Droids, Cade Skywalker, Lujayne Forge, Eresi Delerit, Havina Vonreg

[milfcutlawquane]

tagged by @thecyndimistuff for this OC picrew challenge!! I can't deny a good picrew lol (but I'm a little pissed the curly hair options were so restricting!! no many where to choose from :c)

In order from left to right: Luna, Sol, Constelación, Nebulosa, Estela and Awa! All clone troopers ofc because i have zero self control ahaha.

This designs happen in my happy Everybody Lives AU where they get to develop their individuality even further and live happy lives okay???

No pressure tags: @mwolf0epsilon @lost-on-kamino @sulevinen and @zipquips!!

[sol-the-otter]

~My Hero~

Self indulgent OC lore!

A story of a Jedi and his medic.

Sol wasn't his name then, but his prior name is lost to the sands of time.

The Jedi fingered the simple pendant that hung around his neck as he flew through hyperspace on their return to Utapau. It was one of a few necklaces that he never removed, and he would unconsciously play with it often. All of them bore an intense significance to Sol, but this was the most important thing he owned. He would sooner give up his saberstaff than this small shard of plastoid armor. He still wasn't sure where it had been obtained, but he had his ideas....

He rubbed his thumb once again across the rough carving in the pendant, a set of four numbers carved in painstakingly, that meant everything to the former jedi. 6116. As in CT-6116, the clone medic Kix, of the 501st battalion in the Grand Army of the Republic. His eyes closed, cutting off unshed tears as he again slipped back into memories.

~~ some years earlier~~

Ahkeema placed a hand gently on Sol's shoulder, "my padawn, you are ready for this. You've got the finest soldiers under your command, and you know how to lead. These boys would follow you into an active volcano if you let them"

Sol smiled at his master and friend. "Well let's hope it doesn't come to that, eh Master Sukrii? And be careful, don't jinx me!" They shared a laugh as he loaded onto the gunships that would take them to the front lines....

Sol had recently turned 18, and it was his first solo mission with the 413th Company. Scout, his soft spoken and trustworthy Lt, helped him lead and the fighting was fierce. They had been dispatched as back up to help supplement the 501st in this battle, and had helped to turn the tide.

Despite their efforts, the battle was still brutal and Sol and a dozen or so troopers had been separated from the main force of their company. Sol didn't know how they'd been separated, which was a problem in and of itself that he would worry about later. He pushed his growing shame and disappointment away and focused on keeping himself and his squad alive for the moment, as they were pushed farther and farther into the ravine.

As they were backed up against a far wall, Sol defended his beloved troopers with his saber, falling deep into the Force; as his boys fired from behind. The droids fell, but not fast enough. Somewhere behind, he felt the explosion of a grenade, and heard Scout cry out as the clone collapsed unceremoniously into a heap behind him. Sol screamed in rage, flinging his arm out, pushing back the front line of droids and disrupting the line, as he kept marching forward. Twitch, the squads medic ran to his side to make sure he was still breathing, shooting droids the entire time. Sol could distantly hear one of the men giving coordinates and calling for help, but it was drowned out by constant blaster fire.

The conflict must only have taken minutes, but it felt like hours as their strength and resolve flagged, and the droids seemed neverending. Sol was hit in the shoulder, and while the shot was blocked by armor, it hit hard enough to deaden his arm instantly, the impact shattering his collarbone, and his saber clattered to the dirt.

Falling to his knees, he grabbed the still lit saber with his left hand, and attempted to keep deflecting shots away from the troopers, but it was getting much harder to do through the pain. He took another shot to the side, and heard another of his troopers cry out. It was nearly over, but Sol', the Jedi and future Mandalorian, would fight to the death for his men if necessary.

"I am one with the force, the force is with me." He repeated the mantra that his master had taught them long ago, in what felt like a galaxy far far away.

Moments or perhaps hours later, the battle ended. Sol heard the sweet sounds of DC-17 fire coming in from behind the droids, and saw the bright white and blue of the 501st as they mowed down the opposition from behind. He sighed in deep relief, battered body shuddering in pain, saber lowering slowly to the ground before it deactivated, as he saw their knights in shining, scuffed armor coming to their aid, lead by the always impressive captain Rex. Sol's eyes glazed over as the adrenaline fled his body and the pain from his injuries took over, and he saw the medic dash forward, catching him before he hit the ground.

"My hero." His shaky voice whispered out, as his eyes slipped closed and his thoughts went dark.

Sol awoke some time later, in the medbay of the transport ship, sore and exhausted, but alive.

"Welcome back" said the soft voice of the medic, as he turned towards them, holding a datapad, and Sol was met with the warmest brown eyes he'd ever seen.

"I'm Kix, CT-6116" the man paused with a smile, "how are you feeling?"

(And then the Republic never fell and order 66 didnt happen and everyone lived happily ever after...... 🙃)

[bluejay-in-write]

Starling What If? Scenario

Probably never gonna write it but I've been really in my feelings about my star wars ocs recently and I was just thinking about the fact that the clone troopers who were still alive after order 66 are now under the empires control. And Astraea would absolutely not fucking allow Sol to be taken and used by the empire as a puppet.

This is specifically a What If scenario because when they took Astraea and Sol in they found the chip in him, assumed it was a slave chip, and took it out just like they took Astraea's out. So Sol was the first of the clones to have his chip removed although no one knew what it actually was at the time. So order 66 would never have controlled Sol in the first place.

But assuming he was still chipped and didn't kill Astraea she would stop at nothing to find him again and free her friend as well as Cody and the rest of the clones. Of course there's the whole taking down the empire as well but to her the people come first and she would put finding and freeing Sol her best friend above everything else.

Anyways yeah just gonna be emotional at the thought of Sol who swore his life to keeping Astraea alive and safe turning on her because of the chip 😭😭😭 and then her researching and trying to figure out a way to quickly and painlessly remove the chips and freeing every single clone as she searches for her best friend 🥺 then her finally finding him and freeing him only for Sol to be overwhelmed with guilt and unable to face her as he broke his oath and was almost the one to kill her 😩

Welp anyways have a wonderful day everyone 🤣

[lorecannonrobban]

Narmer speculations

Beware. Probable New War spoilers by association ahead - During the New War in our descent towards a tomb we in another form helped reseal, and later in the beginning of one of our favorite clones’ part in the Veilbreaker quest, we are met with some environmental curiousities. All of us will taken note of the veiled Grineer working towards the goals of Narmer alongside the empire’s custodian Sentient forces, but as we move deeper into the facility we find the bodies of Grineer not quite like the living slaves we surgically cut through.

These Grineer are garbed in a uniform of black and yellow/gold, quite unlike those veiled lancers and troopers who largely keep their old attire. And most curiously, unlike their apparent commander Ka-Nuteru, these clones appear to lack a Narmer veil of their own. While we later in the Plains of Eidolon encounter a Narmer Commander wearing the same colors and an ornate veil, these ones have none in their immediate area. I admit, the possibility exists where the Stalker might have taken them, perhaps for his benefactor’s examining of their structure, but I cannot help but imagine these clones may imply another stage in the growth of Narmer.

What if these troops were part of a project by Erra and Ballas to transition past the need for full-scale use of the veils by their armies of cloned drones? The veil is a mighty strategic tool for the purpose of making mankind docile, but it would not be a stretch to think that cloning and educating a new batch of Grineer to be loyal to the will of Ballas and serving alongside the Sentients as auxiliaries similar to the old prime Grineer soldiers followed the Dax into battle in the last days of the Orokin Empire. This move could be construed as a step to roll back the progression that became the Twin Queens’ empire and supply an additional military asset and workforce for reshaping the system. Looking at the design of their helmets I am unable to tell if they are made for ease of putting on a veil if the need arises. It is possible that, with default loyalty to Narmer, their other gadgets assisting their likely education by Deacons and other ”believers will work just as well for maintaining a perhaps more economical and subservient force, and if Narmer’s reign(which look to have gone on for some few years perhaps) had gone on for longer, the Grineer blinded by the veils might have succumbed to time and deterioration to a point where eventually our friend Kahl might have been faced with a generation of brothers that would have been considerably harder, if not impossible, to save, and perhaps the Queens might have not been able to reassert their control over parts of the system once the Narmer control signal seems to have shattered at large from the confrontation at Sol.

[matchademi]

No order 66 au, what happens to Casen and his sister

He continues to train the clones till the war ends partly for Sol and partly because he has grown to love being a trainer and he is one of the nicer ones so he felt bad leaving

But after the war ends, he makes sure everything is settled on Kamino before packing up and leaving with his sister and Sol they travel so Sol can see the galaxy and visit his vode (and the night guard if allowed he if fine if they don't want to see him but he would do anything for Sol)

They eventually settle down on lathol

@t3mpest98