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[staycalmandhugaclone]

Reassigned

Prompted by @clonexocweek's day one: First Meeting for the rather massive series of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

We'll return shortly to your irregularly scheduled programming after this short, angsty break!

Warnings: Not a ton of warning: some bullying, some angst; written via phone, so probably could have used some more editing

WC: 1,480

There was a way these things were done; an unspoken social contract dictating some illusion of pleasantries in spite of whatever prejudice or disdain seethed beneath the surface, but I'd been warned long before forcing myself down the nauseatingly pristine halls of Kamino: the squad I’d been reassigned to flaunted their independence in every way they could absent thought of maintaining even a glimmer of such abstract notions of decorum.

I wasn’t deterred by those warnings. The thought of clones not only celebrating what self-autonomy they could but boasting that sense of individuality with unapologetic acts of rebellion offered a comfort both in ridding me of my own nervousness for adhering to the strict code of conduct dictated by rank in those first introductions as well as in the simple relief that they were allotted some glimpse of such freedoms at all. The variation in how closely these soldiers followed that code was staggering, fluctuating not just from legion to legion, but even between squads in the same platoon. Seeing some of the more reserved groups left me with a sense of gratitude for the men I’d initially found myself working with. Wolffe presented himself as some uncompromising, heartless tyrant, but the reverie and warmth that I'd so come to love amidst him and his men was evidence of just how deeply he cared.

But Wolffe wasn’t here. He hadn't offered to escort me like Boost had, a gesture I’d forced myself to turn down lest my first impression with my new squad present me as the weak, needy civi they surely expected. Still… I couldn't deny the deep disappointment, the confusion in how… clean our farewell had been… I hadn't expected tears… not from him, though I’d shed more than my share since learning of my reassignment, but he'd been so indifferent… cold… and that wasn't something I was used to from him… not anymore…

I tried not to focus on the shock that had stolen through me as he’d offered his hand when I'd moved in for a hug, tried to dismiss the ease with which he offered some rote semblance of gratitude for the work I’d done and platitudes toward my continued service with the GAR. I couldn't let myself focus on it, on him. He wasn't my commander anymore. I was no longer the medic of the 104th… For some unknown reason, a captain of the 501st had requisitioned me for a different squad altogether. None of it made sense, but I was in no position to voice objection to those orders. So, I walked through those sterile halls alone, cursing the way my heart pounded harder with each step toward the single room they'd been allocated in the stead of a proper barracks.

I'd read their files; studied reports of their unique abilities in addition to character evaluations that, even from the hands of a Kaminoan were… colorful, and I didn't doubt that they’d been granted ample warning about me, as well. I hadn't decided yet if the incredible strengths they were preported to possess were reassuring or frightening, and tried not to let myself form any conclusions until after at least meeting them.

The door to their room opened without preamble or warning, the software controlling it apparently already recognizing me as a squad member with full access. I stared into the jumble of gear and cables and miscellaneous supplies strewn between beds and tables and couches that certainly weren't regulation for several seconds too long, frozen in both surprise and confusion long before finally realizing that, as cluttered as the room was, it lay utterly empty before me.

Frowning, I slipped my helmet back on, eyes flicking to the chrono. I wasn’t late, nor was I inappropriately early… Glancing once more around the room, I also noticed a striking lack of footlockers at the base of each bunk…

Frown growing even harsher, I stepped back and started quickly toward the hanger. There was a mission already assigned to us, but we weren't slated to depart for several hours… My jaw tensed at the obvious conclusion I tried not to let myself draw, strides just short of rushed. I’d been so focused on what first impression I’d wanted to present that it never dawned on me how readily they'd use the opportunity to fully illustrate their apparent disinterest. Part of me wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt, to grant excuse for an unintentional mistake, but inventing such excuses would only lead to the creation of an endless cycle of similar events, and I had no intention of falling into that role, nor did I intend to make it easy for them to dismiss me so effortlessly, pace growing faster as I finally neared the hanger.

Their ship stood out among the far more popular LAATs, sharp fins boasting an elegance abandoned by the more utilitarian transports around it. I could just make out a pair of figures carrying crates up the ramp. The first quickly vanished within the cabin upon seeing me, but that quick glance was enough for me to note the shear mass of him, thick legs moving with surprising quiet as those final steps quickened to hide him from sight. The man behind him made no such effort to escape as I approached, dark helm tilting with an air of disdain I didn't need to see his eyes to feel.

“Think you've got the wrong ship.” His voice sounded almost hoarse, words drawn out with a slight drawl from lips clearly twisted into a scowl behind the cover of his bucket.

“Afraid not.” There was no apology in my retort, nor did I try to hide my own annoyance as I looked up at him. “I'm-"

“Don't care.” He interrupted, already turning back toward the cargo hold. “This isn't a cruise ship. Go play nurse somewhere else.” I felt the snarl pull at my face, shoulders pulling sharply back as I drew in a short breath to fuel my reply, but another man stepped out from the ship, strides deceptively laxed beneath a haughty stance, arms loose, torso leaned back just enough to give the impression that he was looking down on me despite his slightly shorter statute compared to the others, and I forced myself to release that breath in silence as I turned my attention to him.

“Thought we were supposed to meet at your barracks half an hour ago.” It wasn't a question.

“Must've missed that briefing.” My jaw clenched at the subtle, mocking lilt in his smoky voice.

“You certainly didn't miss the one about Scipio…” I muttered too quietly for the mic to pick up, but the barely perceptible tension that stole through him assured me he'd heard every word, proving the report of his enhanced hearing shockingly accurate. The home planet of the banking clan was, by all political standings, far removed from the war, thus any form of military presence could be grounds for far reaching repercussions. My knowing the location of their next mission was evidence enough of my place here, and he knew it.

I let that silence linger a moment, head tilting down just enough to indicate my impatience toward whatever hazing they’d planned, and to let him know that I knew he'd heard me.

“Seems like you intended on an early start. If your medbay is fully stocked, then I'm ready to go as soon as you are.” I let out a slow breath before I said it, tone reluctantly gentling into an unspoken olive branch I had to convince myself he deserved as I reached up to remove my helmet. He watched me for several seconds, and I loathed the way my skin crawled at that nauseating sensation of being studied, judged; of the unsettling certainty that I would never measure up to the impossible standards granted through a lifetime of training and meticulous genetic design, but I didn’t shy from the emotionless black crescent of his visor.

“It's stocked.” He finally replied, voice stiff, begrudgingly removing his helm as well. He looked so nearly identical to Wolffe and the others… but… not exactly. Beyond the startling half mask of faded ink, I could spot some differences. His nose was bigger, if only just, the already pronounced ridge even more prominent. The arch of his brows was softer, and his jaw slightly narrower. It was his eyes, however, that threatened to paralyze me.

I’d been to feral planets before; found myself the prey of frightfully dangerous beasts. Staring at him carried that same sense of dread, of danger. Here was a predator. He was stronger than me, faster than me, and I’d come to invade his home.

Without another word, he turned and tread back into the sanctum of his ship, and I knew it was the closest to a welcome I was going to get.

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A Day in the Life...

Melt downs in communication happen, especially when you have two big egos butting heads and hearts and other stuff...

This happens like once a month. The scamps'll figure it out... Maybe.

(Note: Comics are Disgrace canon adjacent but exist more in the hypothetical. Their story isn't wrapped yet! We call these The Pabu Interludes and can be considered more like a back stage everything is fine type of universe.)

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Loani x Captain Wilco

Did I forget to start on the prompts early and decided to do them day of?

…maybe…

So yes RIP quality :(

Kind of a lackluster short comic but I’m still trying to flesh everything out since idk how to write anymore and its my first attempt in trying to make a comic lol :)

I know Wilco only had like 4 minutes of screen time but I felt bad for him :(

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Ryloth 21 BBY “Dank farrik! The blaster is jammed!”  The clone at his side cried out as he began to hit at his DC-15 with his hand in a futile attempt to make it work again. “Where are your Pistols?!” The clone at his other side asked as he kept firing over their cover.

“Lost them three explosions ago!” The first clone commented again and Iellan cannot help but feel fear rising on his chest.

Separatist forces had overrun the Republic forces on this side of Ryloth and Iellan found himself trapped behind some rocks, accompanied by a couple of clones. Were there more clones around? He could not know, peeking out of the protection would mean losing his head and he wanted to keep it on for a while longer. If you asked him, he would not be able to explain how he got into that situation. The war was chaos as always, and he somehow ended up from providing ammo to the battalions near camp to his current predicament: far, far away from his post. Now one of the clones’ DC-15 blasters had jammed, which left them with only one rifle to defend themselves. Iellan himself only had ammo with him… which was useful, but that didn't change the fact that with only one blaster, chances of survival were slim. 

“Get it to work quick!” The firing clone insisted, while his brother kept hitting the blaster as if that would make it work. “I’m trying! Darn thing won't cooperate!” You know how to fix it... Iellan was not allowed to handle blasters in the battlefield only inside the camp, it was part of his parole. However, a desperate instinct kicked in and without a word he took the blaster from the clone’s hands and began to tinker with it. “HEY!” The clone complained. “Shhh!”  Iellan shushed him, trying to concentrate. What had his father said about DCs? He took out a small tool and began to scrape the residue out of the trigger area. Clones are required to maintain their own rifles, however after many long days of battle with no rest it was natural for blasters to become unresponsive. “The ammo boy just shushed me…” The clone said, looking at his brother in utter shock. “Well, you are kind of annoying when you run your mouth, Echo.” His companion shot back, concentrating all his efforts in keeping the marching droids at bay. 

Click, click, click. 

The tinkering sound matched the marching of the battle droids and Iellan could feel his heart beating faster. Try to remember… What came next?

Click, click, click. He tried to work as fast as he could, cleaning debris and fixing the dented parts that were causing trouble.

“What is he doing?” The one they called Echo asked out loud. “You are asking me? You are the one who keeps staring.” His brother says, ducking from some incoming fire to look over at Iellan. “Hey Ammo boy, what are you even doing? this is no time to pl--!” “Shhh!” It was hard to concentrate when both clones kept talking to him. “Heh, you got shushed again.” “Stow it, Fives!”

Iellan let out an exasperated grunt, taking his nearly empty bag of supplies and throwing it at Echo. “There are two grenades left there, use them wisely!”  He said, before diving back into fixing the damn blaster. Echo didn’t say anything, he simply nodded his head and took the grenades out, making sure to throw one over their heads at the swarm of droids. That would buy them a little bit more time.

But only a little. Iellan’s hands were almost trembling as he hurried his work. Almost there,  he just needed to press a bit harder and--

CLICK.

“DONE!” Iellan yelled, throwing the gun at Echo, who immediately began to fire again. “Hey, it is working!”

Now with a second blaster, things were starting to look up, but only a little. They were still two clones and one weaponless civilian against a seemingly never ending hoard of battle droids and Iellan had just passed the last cartridge to the one they called Fives. Fives? What an unusual name.

The sound of marching mechanical boots getting closer and closer we're starting to make Iellan panic. They were not going to make it. Iellan covered his chest with one hand as he tried to calm his breathing, closing his eyes tightly. He was not supposed to be showing fear, but he had never been at war before. This whole situation was way beyond his comfort zone, but it wasn’t as he could complain about it.  He only hoped death was mercifully quick and painless.

However, the sound of a LAAT overflying their heads caught his attention. Backup had arrived and not a moment too soon, several troops landed near their hiding spot and began to push back against the battle droids, reclaiming the area.

His two companions cheered in unison as the tide of war was changed and after giving their ammo boy-friend an excited, congratulatory pat on the shoulder they ran to meet with his fellow brothers. They were still filled with energy, ready for another battle. They didn’t even say goodbye.

Iellan on the other hand, just watched them leave. His legs were wobbly and refused to move from their place on the ground.

“There you are!”  Iellan looked up to be greeted with the familiar armor of Captain Rex. Finally a friendly face. “Captain.” Iellan made an attempt to salute, but he was glued to the rock. “We lost track of you a while back. Come on, We gotta take you back to camp for the ammo run.” Rex said, effortlessly helping Iellan to his feet, picking him up by the back of his cape and gently pushing him towards one of the LAATs.

Once settled inside, Iellan could take a breather for a moment as the LAAT rose above the canyon. He could see the troopers charging against the battledroids. He wondered about his two annoying companions. Would they be ok? or would their blasters jam again? Would they meet each other again?

With so many clones in the Grand Army of the Republic, it was unlikely they would, but Iellan couldn’t help but hope they might one day.

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Featuring Iellan with Echo and Fives!!

I hope I can finish all the other pieces in time!

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Event Horizon Chapter Seven: Forward (Rex POV Rewrite)

Contribution to @clonexocweek | Theme: Introduction

Pairing: Rex x Soma (Goldie)

WC: 3,081

Tags/Warnings: Rex being an awkward cutie patootie as per usual, mention of blood/battle scenes

A/N: This is a retelling of Rex and Goldie's second meeting in my x reader longfic Event Horizon from Rex's perspective. The timing of this week perfectly synced up with the latest chapter where it's revealed just how down horrendous Rex is for her, so I'm thrilled about that lol.

Experimenting with third person perspective vs second person here and in future EH one-shots for my own amusement. Soma "Goldie" Anathorn is my pride and joy Reader turned OC, and some day I'd like to rewrite EH in third person too.

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When Rex walks into the hangar, trailing behind Commander Tano, he's expecting to see General Skywalker and Cody. He's expecting a plan, a list of objectives, a timeline.

He's not expecting her.

At first, it's not her he sees, just a Jedi. It's her clothes, and the lightsaber, and the confident set of her shoulders. He'd read the briefing, of course. But the briefing didn't say much. The briefing didn't include what General Soma Anathorn looked like, how she carried herself, what her voice sounded like. It certainly didn't include that she was the very same Jedi he'd pulled out of the desert on Geonosis.

And then she's turning, and the shock is so great that he nearly trips over his own feet.

He'd recognize those eyes anywhere. They'd been burned into his mind for months, the color, the emotion, the depth. They're a little softer now, a little less intense, but there's no mistaking them.

She recognizes him, too. He can see it in the way her eyes widen, in the way her mouth parts. There's a look on her face, a hint of awe, and he wonders if he looks the same, if the shock is mirrored in his expression.

Her mouth moves, her lips shaping his name, and it feels as though time slows. He's standing in the sand again, the sun beating down on his armor, the heat making his skin prickle. The smell of sweat and dirt and blood is in the air, and the sounds of the battle echo in his ears. He can hear the buzzing of the bugs, the cries of the dying, the distant explosions.

As quick as the memory comes, it's gone. He's back in the hangar, and she's saying his name, and the world spins back into focus.

She looks the same. The same dark, wild hair, the same warm skin, the same fierce determination. The features are just as beautiful and striking as he remembers, even more so without the blood and dust and exhaustion.

She looks the same, and it's a punch to the gut, like he's been thrown out an airlock and can't breathe. He'd forgotten, somehow, the effect she'd had on him. The effect she was still having. She looks just as she did in his dreams, just as she did when he'd thought about her, wondered what became of her. And now, here she is. He has half a mind to pinch himself, just to see if he's awake.

And then he remembers where he is and who's watching, and the feeling is replaced by embarrassment. He schools his expression into a mask of calm professionalism and tries to suppress the flush on his cheeks.

"Do you two know each other?" Ahsoka asks. Rex fights the urge to glare at her. It's an innocent question, and he knows it, but he can't help the annoyance. She looks like she's barely containing her glee, the grin on her face so wide her eyes are crinkling.

"We've met," Rex manages. The words sound strange, like they're coming from someone else, but they're steady. It's a small mercy. He glances at Skywalker and then back, nodding. "Good to see you again, General."

"Good to see you, too," she replies, and her lips twitch. 

Her eyes rove over him, taking him in, and there's an intensity in her gaze that makes his heart race. It's not a bad feeling, not at all. In fact, he's enjoying the attention, if he's being honest. There's something about the way she's looking at him, the way her eyes are locked on his, that makes him feel a little hot under the collar.

For a moment, no one speaks, and the silence stretches between the five of them. General Kenobi is watching him like a hawk, and Skywalker and Ahsoka are exchanging conspiratorial glances. He has a feeling they're going to make fun of him later. 

He has no doubt that Ahsoka will tell the rest of the men, and he's not looking forward to the teasing that's sure to come. He's already endured enough teasing about his apparent lack of interest in women and his devotion to his job. He can't imagine the shit he'll have to put up with when word gets out that the woman he's been daydreaming about is actually a Jedi General. And not just any Jedi either. One with a reputation.

But all that is a problem for later. Right now, his only concern is keeping his expression neutral and his pulse steady.

"So, uh, how do you two know each other?" General Skywalker asks after a minute.

"He saved my life," she answers, and there's a hint of a smile in her voice, her eyes still on his. "On Geonosis. He dragged me back to the ship when I was injured."

"It was nothing, sir," he mumbles. He rubs the back of his neck and tries not to let the flush show. "Any trooper would've done the same."

"Maybe, but they didn't," she insists. She takes a step closer to him, and her eyes narrow, her jaw setting. There's a fierceness in her expression, a stubbornness that reminds him of the first time he met her. "You did."

He can't think of anything to say to that, his mind completely devoid of any coherent thought. She's still looking at him like she wants to memorize every inch of his face, and it's making it impossible for him to concentrate.

The sound of General Kenobi clearing his throat breaks the spell, and he snaps his head to the side. The man is looking at him with a mixture of confusion and suspicion, his arms crossed, his expression contemplative. He can't help but wither under his gaze, the scrutiny making him squirm.

General Kenobi is a good man and a good general, but he's also her closest friend and confidant. The two of them are practically family, and it's well known among the men that they're often joined at the hip. He knows, and fears, what the man would do to him if he knew how often Rex had thought about the woman in front of him, and the thoughts he'd had.

But to his relief, General Kenobi simply sighs and shakes his head.

"I can't believe it," he murmurs, and he sounds as bewildered as Rex feels. "The odds..."

"Me either," she says softly.

Kenobi and Skywalker exchange a look, their brows furrowed, and Rex takes the opportunity to steal another glance at her. She's looking back at him, a small smile on her face, and he can't help but return it.

The whole thing is surreal, like something out of the holonovels he keeps tucked under his bunk. To meet her again, here, after everything, seemed almost too good to be true. And yet, she was standing right in front of him.

“Then it seems I owe you a debt of gratitude, Captain," General Kenobi begins, and his words are measured, careful. "For doing what I could not. You have my thanks."

Rex blinks and tears his gaze away from her. Kenobi looks as calm and composed as ever, his hands clasped behind his back, but there's a tension in his shoulders, a stiffness, that betrays his true feelings.

"There's no need for that, sir," he insists. "Anyone would have done the same."

His words are sincere. Any trooper worth their salt would have done the same, would have risked their lives to save a Jedi. But there's a part of him, a tiny, selfish part, that's glad it was him. 

As soon as the thought appears, he shoves it down, down into the dark, hidden place in his mind where he keeps all the things he's not allowed to think, the things he doesn't let himself feel. It's not the time or the place, and besides, there's no point. She's a Jedi, and he's a clone, and that's all there is to it.

Kenobi holds his gaze for a moment, and then nods, accepting his answer. He hears Skywalker snort, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ahsoka roll her eyes. He tries not to look annoyed and fails, glaring at the two of them. They respond with matching smirks.

"If you say so, Rex," Anakin says, a teasing note in his voice. He looks over at Kenobi and grins. "Seems like the Force has a sense of humor."

"It appears so," Kenobi agrees, glancing at General Anathorn. "Quite the coincidence, isn't it?"

"It certainly is," she replies, her tone dry. 

She arches an eyebrow and shoots them both a pointed look, one that makes Rex's lips quirk upward. He's not the only one on the receiving end of their teasing for once, and it's nice to know that someone understands the feeling.

"I guess I'll be seeing a lot more of you, Rex," she says, and there's a smile on her face, a twinkle in her eyes, that makes his breath catch.

"Yes, it appears that way, sir," he replies, his voice gruff. He forces himself to look away, his eyes darting back to Ahsoka and General Skywalker, and the sight of their matching grins does little to calm him. 

"I look forward to working with you," she adds.

Rex can't help but glance back at her, his cheeks warming. He tries, and fails, to fight the smile that's threatening to spread across his face. "Same here."

He knows it's unprofessional, and that he needs to get a grip. But it's hard to keep a cool head when the woman he'd been thinking about for the last six months is standing in front of him and telling him she wants to see more of him.

He'd spent so long trying not to think about her. He'd told himself, repeatedly, that it was silly to hold onto the memory of a single meeting. It was nothing, his brain trying to make sense of the chaos and trauma of Geonosis. That was what he'd convinced himself. The product of adrenaline, and the fact that she was quite literally the first woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

But now, faced with the reality of her, the physicality of her presence, he has to admit that he's not as good at lying to himself as he thought.

"As touching as this is," General Skywalker begins, and he claps a hand on Ahsoka's shoulder. "We really should be going. Felucia won't liberate itself."

The young Togruta sighs, her head drooping slightly, but she allows herself to be led away. Rex watches her go, his lips forming a tight line.

"Right," Kenobi says, turning to her. "We shall see you on the ground."

He motions for General Anathorn to follow him, and she takes a few steps towards the transport before stopping. She glances over her shoulder at Rex, a small, apologetic smile on her face, and her eyebrows lift.

"I'll be right there," she says to Kenobi.

Rex can't help but stare as General Kenobi's eyes widen, and his lips press together. She shoots him a look that seems to communicate something, and the older Jedi raises an eyebrow. It's strange, the way they seem to have an entire conversation without saying a word, and he can't help but feel like he's intruding on something.

"Of course, my dear," Kenobi finally says, his tone light. "Don't be too long."

Her lips pull downward, and she rolls her eyes, though there's no real annoyance in the expression. Kenobi grins and gives her shoulder a pat, and then turns and waves down Commander Cody.

The two men stand a respectful distance away, and Rex watches them for a moment, debating whether or not to break the silence. He's not sure what he's supposed to say, or even what he wants to say. His mind is a mess of questions and emotions, and it's difficult to focus on any one thought.

She's a Jedi. He knew that. Of course, he did. But seeing her again, it's hard to think of her in the same way. She's different, somehow. More...real.

He's not sure why it matters so much. It's not like she's any different than she was six months ago. But he can't help but feel like everything has changed.

She's watching him, and there's a flush in her cheeks, a shyness in her gaze. She takes a few steps towards him, her arms crossed over her chest, and he has the distinct impression that she's as at a loss as he is.

“It’s...good to see you again, sir. And, uh, it's nice to put a name to a face," Rex finally manages, his voice formal, almost stilted. He keeps his tone light and friendly, hoping that his nerves don't show through.

"Agreed. It's nice to put a face to the name," she replies, and he smirks.

"It's not exactly a unique face, sir, but I appreciate the sentiment," he teases, unable to resist the urge to joke.

The response is immediate. She lets out a short, surprised laugh, and her expression softens, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. It sends a shiver down his spine, and his embarrassment melts away, replaced by a surge of pride.

"No, I suppose it's not," she chuckles. Her eyes rove over him, taking in every feature, and his heart skips a beat. "Still, I like it. It suits you."

Rex can't stop the grin that spreads across his face, and his cheeks heat, a warmth spreading through his chest. His brain seems to have stopped working, his mind struggling to form a response.

"Thank you, sir," is all he can manage, the words coming out a little breathless under the weight of her stare.

She gives him another smile, this one more mischievous than the last, and his mouth goes dry. He doesn't think she's teasing him, not intentionally, but the way her lips quirk, the way her eyes shine, makes him suspect that she enjoys seeing him flustered.

The idea doesn't bother him as much as it probably should.

“I didn’t realize you were a Captain now," she continues.

"I am, sir," he answers, grateful for the change in topic. He takes a breath, regaining his composure. "I started my training after Geonosis, and I was promoted to Captain shortly after the start of the war."

"Impressive, Captain," she praises. She leans in slightly, her eyes brightening. "That's quite the accomplishment."

There's a warmth in her tone, a sincerity, that makes him blush again. He tries not to let it show, and he's only partially successful. His lips form a tight line, and he gives a short nod in thanks.

"I always wondered what happened to you," she says slowly. Her gaze drifts away, and she bites her lip, her brows furrowing. “I thought... well, I wasn't sure if you made it out alive."

Her words are raw, honest, and the weight of them hangs heavy in the air. It takes him a moment to process what she's saying, to understand the implication of her statement, and he finds himself blinking, a sense of shock washing over him.

She'd thought about him.

He'd thought about her, too. In fact, it would be more accurate to say that he'd been unable to stop thinking about her. But he'd never expected that she would think about him as well. He'd assumed she'd forgotten him, that his brief appearance in her life was nothing more than a footnote, a passing memory.

But she remembered him. She remembered him, and his name, and what he'd done.

The knowledge fills him with an emotion he can't quite identify, and it takes him a moment to realize that it's gratitude.

"I didn't think you would remember me, sir, if I'm being honest," he manages after a beat, his tone softer, his eyes searching. "But, if it's any consolation, I wondered the same thing."

"How could I forget?" She shakes her head, and the strands of hair sway, framing her face. "I would have died on that planet if it wasn't for you."

His lips part, and his eyebrows raise. He'd had no idea that her condition had been so dire, or that his actions had meant so much to her. It certainly hadn’t felt like that. In his memory, she had fought beside him with a ferocity and skill that he could barely comprehend, and she’d fought stubbornly against his attempts to help her in equal measure.

"And don’t say anyone would have done the same," she interrupts. Her voice is sharp, almost commanding. The look on her face, the stern frown and the narrowed eyes, is both adorable and terrifying. He's not sure whether to be amused or intimidated.

"Alright, I won't," he promises, fighting the urge to laugh.

"Good,” she huffs, and she crosses her arms over her chest, her expression petulant. "Because you'd be wrong."

Rex laughs at her insistence, the sound bursting from his lips before he can stop it. She frowns at him, her eyes narrowing further, and the reaction only makes him chuckle more.

She's ridiculous, and stubborn, and fierce, and incredibly frustrating, and, Maker, he likes her.

"So, you've said," he agrees, once he's composed himself, though the smile remains. "What I was going to say was that you gave me a hell of a fight over it. You were very insistent, as I recall."

"I suppose I was," she admits, and the admission is accompanied by a sheepish laugh. Her cheeks color, and she bites her lip, her eyes lowering. "I was reckless."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, sir," he responds immediately with shake of his head. "You did what you had to do, and it was brave. It's an honor to serve with someone like you."

She pauses, and her eyes widen. For someone so capable, so skilled, it's clear that she's not used to receiving praise. The thought bothers him. He'd seen only a glimpse of what she can do, but he’s starting to suspect that she hasn’t seen it herself. She was a formidable fighter, and the fact that she wasn't aware of that is concerning. A soldier’s confidence is often a matter of life or death, and the lack of confidence can lead to fatal mistakes.

She needs to believe in herself.

He wants her to.

"I don’t know about that," she says, her voice quiet. "But, thank you."

Rex nods. He's not sure how to put his thoughts into words, and he can't quite seem to find the right words. It frustrates him. He's always been a good speaker, had always been able to convey his ideas and his opinions with ease, but something about her makes him hesitate, makes him unsure of himself.

He's not sure why. He doesn't know her.

Well, not really.

"Well, I'd better be going," he blurts out. His eyes flicker over her shoulder, and the sight of Cody and General Kenobi watching, their eyes glued to the two of them, fills him with a sudden sense of self-consciousness. Cody is looking at him like he's lost his mind, and Kenobi is giving him a knowing look.

The feeling intensifies when he realizes just how long they've been standing there, talking, and he tries not to panic.

"Looks like General Kenobi is waiting for you," he says, trying, and failing, to affect a casual tone.

General Anathorn's gaze follows his, and she rolls her eyes. The irritated pout is back, and he bites his cheek to keep from grinning.

"Yes, I can see that," she sighs.

"Good luck, sir," he offers, his tone teasing.

She snorts. "You, too, Captain."

The words are accompanied by an exaggerated sigh, and the corners of his mouth lift, despite his best efforts. She's a far cry from the intimidating figure he'd imagined during the months after their first meeting, and he's enjoying getting to see the more relaxed side of her, the softer, gentler side.

There's a comfortable silence between them, and for a moment, he allows himself to hope. Hope for what, he's not sure, but he hopes nonetheless. Then, a familiar sense of caution washes over him, a cool wave that chases away the warmth in his chest, and he forces himself to turn.

It's not until he's back in the shuttle, surrounded by his men, that Rex allows himself a moment of relief. He'd gotten through the conversation without completely embarrassing himself, and, despite the tension, the awkwardness, the interaction had been... pleasant. He had even managed to make her laugh.

It's enough.

He knows it is.

And yet, he can't shake the feeling that it's not.

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[wrenkenstein]

CLONE X OC WEEK 2025

DAY 1 : INTRODUCTION

WOOO!! It's finally monday where I'm at, so I can start posting my Clone x OC prompts! ^^ I've been really excited to do this, and hopefully I get everything right. Even managed to doodle up a really quick banner for it, lol. So, without further ado, here are some important links for anyone wanting to keep up with my posts for the week who are new...

Juno's Bio website

Juntech informational Hub (outdated!)

... And, here's the tag for the account! @clonexocweek

Now, let's get into the prompts!

How did Juno and Tech meet?

Due to the semi-spoilery nature of this part of their shared story, and with our primary project regarding these two meeting still being in the works, I'll try to keep this vague while still being interesting! ~

Unfortuate circumstances had Tech completely separated from his brothers, trapped as a hostage in an underground testing facility designed by Separatists. They subjected him to various different types of grueling tests and torture - one of them being combat endurance training.

These sorts of tests were meant to examine a clone troopers endurance under extreme pressure when faced with an enemy (or many). Tech was a particularly fascinating subject to watch, especially due to his enhancements often creating a defecit in his combat skills. Who wouldn't want to spectate a mutated clone troopr fight endless waves of droids and sentients alike? Especially one with such a focus on brains, rather than brawn?

It didn't take Tech very long until they got bored of watching him mow down wave after wave of droids. Thus, they finally threw in a human variable... and little did Tech know, that this human variable was none other than Juno - a fellow prisoner in the same facility.

Of course, they're covered head-to-toe in specialized combat gear that completely covers the face. They have no idea who the enemy is - just that they need to shoot.

(today is not a drawing day for me, so please excuse the ugly sketch. xD)

[freesia-writes]

Day Six - What If

Featuring some artwork from the Hunter longfic, Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt, featuring the illustrious and clever @nika6q. What if the family enjoyed a happy future on Pabu (wait, they do, what am I talking about...) and what if Hunter owned a butcher shop called We Meat Again (again, Nika's idea, LOL)? The OCs aren't in this artwork but they're in the story it comes from, and Nika deserves ALL the recognition! @clonexocweek

Go show the original artwork post some love here!!

And go love on this original post here!!

[collophora]

Everyone: "My oc deserves to be loved by Rex" Me: "My oc deserves to be called out for his bullshit by Rex"

╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭

@clonexocweek I feel a bit outa the event but I saw this day's theme I had to Sorry ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

[blackseafoam]

✨survivor’s guilt✨

[for-the-sake-of-color]

And thats the end of @clonexocweek 2025!!! with Day 7: Free Space with Kix/Nihlus. I appreciate the mod so much for organizing this event!

I love a chance to show off my OTP, my highly emotionally volatile sith and his wonderful and steady Medic, and seeing everyone else's pairings too! May be a day late (haha oops) but I had to give this last piece the attention they deserve. I've had so much fun this whole week working on this project and honestly, I hope to see this event come back :D [Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6]

[clonexocweek]

We've reached the end of Clone x OC Week 2025. Wow, how time flies when you're having fun! It's hard to believe it's over. To all creators who participated with all these heartfelt, unique and creative entries, and to all enjoyers who liked, reblogged and showed love to all these wonderful creations, we'd like to extend the greatest, biggest, most immense and tremendous...

Thank you 💖✨

Clone x OC content is very niche and scattered. The mod set out this project with a dream of gathering creators and lovers of clone trooper ships involving OCs in one place, as well as to take the audience through bite sized "speedrun" versions of their stories and dynamics. In doing so, they hoped that it would garner interest for the audience to dive deeper into the OCs' stories and other creations.

They are very happy to see so many new faces in this part of the community, and hope that people will continue to share their Clone x OC stories.

So what happens now?

We will keep reblogging latecomer entries for a week from now on, until the 23th of February 2025.

This is also a great time to check out any entries you've missed throughout the week, and to tick off some boxes on your Enjoyer Bingo Card. We've organised the blog through the tag system by day, pairing and creator. If there is any particular theme you'd like to browse, write "#clonexocweek2025 day [insert day]" on the blog's search bar. The same can be done with pairings, i.e., writing "#[insert clone] x oc" and creator "#[insert creator's tumblr handle]".

Once the 23th has passed, the form for the Participation Badges will be released, and those who wish to receive their very own personalised badge (and to be featured in a hall of fame post) can apply for it. Creators will be asked to provide a tumblr blog link to a masterpost of all their Clone x OC Week 2025 entries. If you feel like you're done with your entries, you could start constructing your masterpost right now if you like! Enjoyers will be asked to provide a link to a tumblr post to their filled out Enjoyer Bingo Card. If you are done with your bingo card, you can upload them now if you'd like. Else, we are giving you a full week to finish a few rows.

If there's any questions, don't hesitate to send an ask or a DM!

Until then, have a wonderful week 💖✨

[ladylucksrogue]

I am so absolutely excited to be posting this.

The prequel to Unexpected, this is how it all began, how Liri and Wolffe met in all the vivid steamy detail.

You don't necessarily have to read Unexpected or the rest of the series. This can be read as a stand alone.

For more info about Liri, including fanart, as well as a SFW and NSFW alphabet with a bunch of deeper insight, check out my tumblr Masterlist.

Fanart is by @anstarwar

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

=-=-Introduction II-=-= CrossXTahny on CrossXTahny

We all know the two are cooked on this matter, at least by chapter eight of Disgrace but Tahny...

Has made an art of denial.

Crosshair isn't much better.

(Note: Comics are Disgrace canon adjacent but exist more in the hypothetical. Their story isn't wrapped yet! We call these The Pabu Interludes and can be considered more like a back stage everything is fine type of universe.)

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[gars-weaponeer]

Coruscant, 79’s bar - 20 BBY

Everyone had different ways of coping with loss. Iellan hated to be at 79’s. For once he was not a drinker and he could not dance to save himself. He was also very bad at socializing and the beeping tracking device on his wrist was a dead give away that he was a convict, which was not a good conversation starter. Not to mention that the place was loud, smelled bad and it was plagued with sexy Twi’leks, which he personally disliked. He hated that place with every fiber of his soul, but he was there because Fives wanted to be there. After losing Echo in the citadel things had become disconnected for Iellan. Life suddenly felt unreal, like a bad dream he could not wake up from. Places that used to feel familiar and safe, now felt wrong. People that used to feel close now felt like cold strangers and Iellan felt like a looming darkness was corrupting everything that once had light.  

He was drowning, but whenever he looked towards his remaining companion, reaching for help, he was not there. Well, physically he was there, standing just a few meters away as he cheerfully spoke to some fellow clones. But emotionally, Fives was unavailable. Iellan understood that Fives was hurting as much as he was. After all, Fives lost so much more than he had. He had lost a brother, a twin, the one other soul that had been with him ever since he was a small cadet. Iellan felt like he could not compare his pain to his. However, what he could not understand was why Fives had decided to create an invisible wall between them. Iellan needed Fives desperately, he needed to feel real, grounded, supported. He needed to feel some stability when his whole world was crumbling down for the third time in his short life. Fives, on the other hand, needed to connect with other clones. He needed to fill the void that Echo had left behind with another fellow brother. Iellan was sure that that hole would never be properly filled, despite how genetically identical clones were to one another, each clone was different from each other. There would never be another clone like Echo- and that hurt to remember. 

But still Fives insisted on this desperate campaign to cope with grief via the company of brothers, neglecting the one other soul that needed him. 

Iellan could not get mad at him nor could he complain, not when he could see him smiling with naturality as he talked and joked with other clones.  He was happy, even if it was for a moment, and Iellan did not had the heart to deprive his loved one of a moment of peace.  But as the days passed things between them were growing colder and distant. Iellan felt like whatever relationship they once had was drifting appart, as if Echo was the only thing holding it together. Iellan looked at the mockery drink in his hand, he wondered if he should keep holding on to something that might as well be death, or let go and move on, even if that meant leaving Fives behind.

He let out a quiet sigh, leaving a couple of credits on the bar to finally walk out. Maybe, he should start by looking for a friend. 

Day three finally completed!

Featuring some sadness + star guest Jesse!

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