#clone troopers need a hug

[amberskyyking]

Dying Isn't Very Regulation: Chapter 1

Fives only wanted to do his duty... But as Echo would tell him, dying isn't very regulation.

Then again, neither is touching weird force shit. And his brother isn't here to stop him from doing either of those things today.

(Or, a self-indulgent 5 chapter fic inspired by Snapback by @toomanyteefs with Fives, because I have emotions about this and he deserves the world!)

Fives couldn’t stay. He couldn’t go back now as much as he wanted to, he was being pulled away and couldn't stop it. He hoped he had said enough, hoped that Rex believed him in the end. The lights enveloped him now, drawing him forward, making him squint. He wasn’t gone… merely marching far away. Rex would see him again, one day.

“Fives! Don’t go…”

The words were so faint that he may have imagined them, but his heart wrenched nonetheless, which was strange, since he couldn’t feel anything else…

And then he was nowhere, or so it seemed. He stood in silence as a gentle glowing mist encircled him with a pervasive sense of serenity and peace… But that wasn’t right. Fives blinked a couple of times and looked around.

Where were his brothers?

“Echo?” He spoke cautiously, waving a hand through the golden mist, as if his twin was hiding in the fog waiting to give him shit about how dying isn't very regulation, vod. But no reg-manual-waving smartass appeared. Fives frowned.

“Tup?” He called out a little louder. “Hardcase?”

Full Chapter (And Story!): Sometimes Life Just Blows Up In Your Face

[st4r-t3ars]

Dance Break

[happyecho]

His intel was good enough and he needs a good mom Echo hug❤️

[mrsfeiix]

“Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad Fox”

I know your name as my child

Amazing piece of Tal’karir and Fox by @cobaltbeam

This makes me melt into a puddle of pure wholesomeness 🥹

[thora-sniper]

OMG, I die and ... I'm here now again.

[vivaislenska]

One more Crosshair doodle for luck. Happy Season 3, TBB Fam! 🎊

[sabictlali]

Girls' night out

Ahsoka decided make them facials their favorite guys, since the war with burns and today in damages their beautiful skin, a skincare will not kill them even if they think it’s a girl thing

[omaano]

What? He's fine. They are just testing that gravity works alright, and Tracer needed help with stretching his back. Their success at it is a different matter.

@dukeoftheblackstar come and do something about your favourite boys, they are not doing so fine under the cut.

[mybrainislostinagalaxyfarfaraway]

My Star wars Thoughts Today:

•I'm sure this has probably already been done somewhere, but the scene on Revenge of The Sith where Palpatine is laughing in the Senate hover (bumper) cars hall, dubbed over with Mandarc's voice from Dexter's Labratory.

You're welcome.

•Commander Fox trying to explain his problem/s to his brothers with only screaming and emphatic hand gestures.

(They panic hug him when he starts crying after they both just give him thumbs up.)

•Star Wars The Clone Wars movie set Au where the actor playing Anakin can't stop bursting out laughing after every single one of his 'Dark and brooding scenes', making the other's join in with him.

The actors playing the clones are a huge family of Kiwi's and are a mix of husbands, fathers, brothers, cousins, nephews etc and they're always caught goofing off or breaking the fourth wall during filming and are the absolute life blood of the set always making each other and everyone burst out laughing, or into tears during really emotional scenes.

The Togruta actress playing Ahsoka impressing everyone with her screeching, Pteradactal impressions.

The actors playing Anakin and Padme giggling whenever they have a cutesy love scene together. The actors playing the clones make it harder by making kissing noises and stupid faces in the background.

•One of the clone Commanders pops his helmet on one of his little baby vod's heads and all the entire battalion hears is 30 parsecs of a raspberry playing over their shared speaker out of nowhere.

Bonus if it's somehow an open comm channel so anyone in the vicinity of the clones can hear it too.

Imagine several clones sitting in an important meeting and both them and the Jedi suddenly hear that noise crackle over the clone's comms.

1. "And General Greivous' ship the - *Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbt~*"

They all stop and stare.

Now Obi-Wan Kenobi can never get that noise out of his head whenever he thinks of or has to face General Greivous -Hence why he never really takes him seriously.

2. A clone is cleaning his weapon and all his brothers around him hear is-

"*Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbt~*"

He stops cleaning and stares at his Vod who all stare right back at him, a mixture of disgust and amusement on their faces as they all begin walking out of their shared barracks.

"Keep it to y'self Vod."

"Dis-GUSTING."

"Uh, no, wait! I didn't-!"

"Yeah, yeah, Surrrre~ STANK Vod."

"My name is Tanker-"

"*Distant* Not anymore it's not!"

*Tanker let's out a miserable noise*

3. Another clone trooper named Charmer is trying to 'Charm' his way into the pants of a Senator's intern when that sound goes off over his helmet comm.

"How about you and me go out?"

"A little dinner, a little dancing, a little-*Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbt~*"

He's left standing there, embarrassed as she runs away, a hand over her mouth and nose to contain her hysterical laughter.

And The Clone Commander is having an absolutely great time sitting back and watching his little Vod cause some chaos.

(They never figure out who it was either.)

[bh-52]

Lil treasure's missed her big brother

[creme183]

Echo n Chickens pt 2 (electric boogaloo)

[amberskyyking]

Dying Isn't Very Regulation: Chapter 13

Being stuck in tunnels this long is for the birds anyways.

(Or, a self-indulgent 5 9 16?? chapter fic inspired by Snapback by @toomanyteefs with Fives and Ninety-Nine, because I have emotions about this, they deserves the world, and the narrative has officially run away with me!)

Fives felt a stab of appreciation for his brother and the Batch. He had been sure that they would consider him a liability after his first night together with them, when the other regs tried to sneak up on them all for a glimpse of Fives’s face. The entire situation had been humiliating, from the undeserved hero-worship that felt more like mockery than anything to the fact that the squad of morons had intruded on the Batch’s little nook in the tunnels at all. But instead, the Bad Batch had become incredibly protective in the aftermath, closing ranks around him instead of against him.

He suspected Ninety-Nine had been involved in that decision, but didn’t dare ask. If the Batch was protective over Fives, it was nothing compared to how they treated Ninety-Nine, like he was made of glass and any wrong move could tear him away again. 

With Echo currently pressed against his shoulder, though, there wasn’t much room for Fives to talk. When Rex decided to head off the rumors himself and confirm Fives’s return, Echo had offered to go with him, and to his surprise, so had Hunter. Since then, the strange looks and whispers had grown rare, and they always ceased the moment any of the Batch looked their way.

Fives didn’t think too much about what they must have said to accomplish that so thoroughly. He was just glad he wasn’t required to be paraded around, fielding uncomfortable questions he really didn’t have the answer to anyways.

“If at any point you feel you don’t want to stay here, you know I can arrange for you to return to the ship, for whatever reason,” Mereel reminded them, pulling Fives from his thoughts.

“Rex might still need us.”

“We’re staying.”

“I know,” Mereel said with a slightly exasperated shake of his head. “But in case you change your mind -”

Ninety-Nine suddenly gasped and the whole Batch drew weapons. Hunter braced an arm over Ninety-Nine’s chest to hold him back as the others assumed ready stances, and Fives found himself automatically doing the same, one hand dropped onto Ninety-Nine’s shoulder. For a brief second he locked eyes with Hunter in mutual concern, but Ninety-Nine looked at them with confusion in his sparkling eyes. His mouth was hanging open, half a piece of haar’shun bread held loosely in one hand as he gestured towards… A pigeon.

Full Chapter (And Story!): Just A Lil But Pigeonholed

[st4r-t3ars]

What… what happened?

Blackout Missions

[nyxgoddessofstars]

*Kix teaching Jesse to drive and taking Fives along for the ride*Kix: That's a pothole. To the left!

Jesse: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole*

Fives, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth.

Jesse: I don't think that's how the song goes.

Kix, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home.

Jesse: Country Roads.

Fives: To the place.

Jesse and Fives in unison: I Belong!

Kix, crying harder: What the f---?

[mrsfeiix]

The man just wants his caf

[kybercrystals94]

If You Need to Talk

By KyberCrystals94

Read here on Ao3!

Whumptober 2023 | Day 21 | Alternative Prompt: Body Modification

Rating: G

Words: 717

Summary: Echo is processing how much his life is changed now that he’s back.

“I can help with that.”

Echo startles and looks up. Tech is standing in the doorway. How long has the commando been standing there, just watching as Echo tries to recalibrate his scomp with his left hand? Burning embarrassment creeps up the back of Echo’s neck and across his cheeks.

“No need,” he says, almost gruffly, “I’m almost done anyway.”

Tech steps into the room, eyeing the sprawl of tools Echo has been using to poke and prod his artificial limb. “I see,” Tech says, expression dubious. “Well, should you need assistance in the future, I hope you will allow me to offer my expertise on the subject. I am, after all, an engineer.”

Echo gnaws on the inside of his cheek. He hasn’t even been with Clone Force 99 a full rotation yet, and the awkward phase of his integration is still in full swing. He’s faced it before, when he joined the 501st after the disaster of Rishi Outpost; however, that had been entirely different, having Fives by his side.

Now, he is alone with a squad of deviant clones who mistrusted him a majority of the time they’ve known him (although that changed drastically after Anaxes, thank the force), along with having to become used to a mutilated body with an entirely new set of rules concerning its upkeep… all without his kriffing dominate hand.

Echo forces down the emotions of despair and self-loathing that eagerly rise to the occasion. “Actually, then, if you wouldn’t mind having a look at it…”

He earns a faint but genuine smile from the goggled clone. “It is no trouble,” Tech says, and sits down next to Echo at the table. “What seems to be the issue?”

“The joint feels tight…limited movement,” Echo explains, pointing to the area his right elbow used to be. “And I noticed my scomp attachment is not reacting like it was before…”

“You were electrocuted, I am not surprised the attachment will need to be recalibrated,” Tech interrupts. Not unkindly, simply removing the need for Echo to explain himself. Tech starts to reach for his arm but hesitates. “May I?”

“Yeah, sure, of course,” Echo says, shifting to make the offending appendage more accessible.

Tech sets to work, narrating the process as he goes. He explains each issue in detail, and then provides a detailed solution. “While it is advantageous that I understand the matter, it is vital that you understand. After all, it is your body. It must not be an easy adjustment…coming back as a cyborg.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Echo says, trying to keep his sarcasm in check.

Tech hums acknowledgment. “Would it be helpful to your mental and emotional wellbeing to discuss it?” he asks.

The question catches Echo off guard. “What?”

Tech meets his eye, pausing his work. “If you need to talk, I am more than capable of providing a listening ear, as it were.”

Honestly, Echo does want to talk about it. Everything since he fell out of that stasis chamber has felt like a lucid dream, one he will wake up from. Fives will be shaking his shoulders, the warmth of his breath on Echo’s face as he says in a voice all too loud, “Wake up, sleepy head! You’re wasting daylight!”

And even though his right hand has been gone for months, it feels like only moments ago it closed over the curve of Fives’ shoulder, grasped the grip of his favorite blaster, held a hand of cards during a game of sabaac.

He wants to tell Tech how much he misses the feeling of the ship rumbling beneath his feet, not the rattling of prosthetics against his thighs. Or how even his insides feel heavy and thick where machine now gives his body function. How he hates the feeling of air movement on his bare scalp where his hair used to be.

He wants to say all of this and more, out loud, into the universe. Into the recycled air of his new home, into the listening ears of his new squad.

He wants to. He wants to so badly it catches like a painful lump in his throat. But he swallows it all back. Instead, he says, “I’m fine.”

Even if it is absolutely the furthest thing from the truth.

END

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