#command lie

[jedi-starbird]

Alpha-17 and Obi-Wan being friends (derogatory) on 17's part and friends (threatening) on Obi-Wan's part is such an underrated dynamic

They could be so funny and terrifying, like Obi-Wan went through a soul shredding experience with Alpha-17 as his only company. They're friends because what else are you gonna be after you witness each other at absolute rock bottom from torture.

It's like 'dog put in cage of cheetah who's threatening to go crazy', except the dog is a grizzly bear and also threatening to go crazy.

Emotional support trooper except the trooper in question has never done any sort of supporting in his life and is actively an emotional distress trooper to a great number of the CC batch.

I want them texting everyday, I want Obi-Wan mailing handmade BFF bracelets to Alpha and Alpha sending pics back of him flipping off the camera but still wearing them, I want Alpha using Obi-Wan to keep track of and occasionally terrorize his cadets, I want 17 ending problems in the GAR (like Krell) before they begin because Obi-Wan has him shipped out on a personal transport at the first opportunity, decked out with slug-throwers Obi-Wan got him for his decant-day.

Natborn officers think this is all just an odd indulgence of General Kenobi, the Vode, however, correctly identify it as a goddamn threat and their danger assessment of Obi-Wan ticks up significantly.

When Alpha arrives on Kamino, Shaak Ti presses a shiny new comm into his hand. It has the Jedi Order symbol painted onto it alongside a smiley face sticker, and it pings immediately with a new message: Hello! I hope you're settling in well!

Alpha stares at the message, stares at the singular contact named 'OWK' and then stares Shaak Ti in the eye as he pitches the comm straight into the ocean. Shaak Ti's serene smile only grows larger as she calmly reaches into her robes and pulls out an identical comm, only this one has a frowny face sticker, and presses it into his hand. It lights up: I'm afraid we've bonded, Alpha :). Alpha shuts it off and pockets it with resignation.

Cody arrives on Alpha-17's personal recommendation.

A-17: He's the most difficult little bastard I have. You're perfect for each other. OWK: Thank you, he's very handsome :3 A-17: No. Stop.

The first thing he asks once he gets comfortable is who his general is texting so much that has him swinging his legs and twirling his hair. Cody assumes it's Anakin, given they seem joint at the hip anyway, but little does he know Obi-Wan's ability to consistently have the Weirdest Relationships Ever.

"Oh, it's Alpha-17, I understand you're familiar with each other?" Hmm. OK. Cody.exe is experiencing a processing error, please hold. He exits the room instead of answering. The next day he peeks over the General's shoulder when he's texting and sees walls of rambling messages from Obi-Wan. Alpha-17 replies every hour with a single text: Lose this number. Obi-Wan giggles. "He's so funny." he says.

When Obi-Wan meets the rest of the CC batch, Cody makes sure to stand perfectly angled so that he can record the reactions when his general cuts off their introductions with "Oh, no need, Alpha-17's told me all about you." It's always immediate FEAR.JPG followed by a slow spiral of What The Fuck.

What do you mean by that General. What does that mean Cody. What do you mean they text. No. Cody. What the fuck is happening, Cody. Alpha-17 doesn't have friends he has enemies and enemies he tolerates enough not to shoot on sight.

OWK: Wolffe reached for his vambrace? when I mentioned you A-17: That's where he keeps his spare knife. OWK: Hm that does explain the way he eyed me up, ambitious. A-17: Clearly not enough, he should have followed through. I taught them better.

[tattycoram]

Wolffe, to Fox: You've got to stop texting me from your apple watch. "Bring queer". I assume you meant 'bring beer' but just in case I brought Cody Cody: I'm not gay? Wolffe: You're not? I don't need you then. Leave Fox: Bullshit, we've all seen you around Kenobi

[narfin-frood]

another dump from the screenshots folder

first one is a reference to a song i associate with wander crazy style. every day im like what if i reanimated the whole thing and then im like nay.... i shant

[w31rd0-art1st]

Star wars animated shows I really wanna see.

Star wars what if show.

CLONE REBELLION SHOW PLEASE

something about Kix. It can be a one episode thing I just wanna see what happened with him

What happened to Echo.

What happens with Omega.

WHERE THE HELL IS CODY?!? WHERE DID THE SUNSHINE GO!?

[muyru-iru]

Rex: if the guard ever gets disbanded, which battalion are you going to choose? Fox: ... Neyo's Bly: Gree: Ponds: D: Bacara: ...? Wolffe: *external screaming* NEYO???!!!! HUH!? Cody being possessive: why him. Fox clearly done with their bullshit: y'all are too dependent on the jedi. NO way, i would join a battalion that likes natborns in authority...and Neyo is just lost with his ever so changing leadership...we did a movie out of it...Hound? Hound: Ah yes, "Finding Neyo." Hound: it's about never finding the right jedi, just like having no father Fox unfazed: emotional, yes.

[wolfiestarzz]

wyd when gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss pull up

[paracosm-draw]

Star Wars characters and their orientations in my silly little universe - part 1 🌈

Special mention to my sweet aroace Rex 🫶🏻

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

Knight Commander Zell

--Detail shots and Ephemera under the cut!--

It's taken two weeks, but he's D O N E!!!!

This was a huge challenge, and I'm so happy with it. I've wanted to do a custom portrait for a while, but my skills weren't quite caught up to my ambition. UNTIL NOW.

My goal was to reflect his multicultural heritage and well-traveled life while still keeping it close enough to the aesthetic of the in-game portraits. He was born and mostly raised in Hongli (sorta-kinda Mongolia) until moving to Ustalav (I like to make it sorta-kinda Czechia). In the background there's an Ovoo - a border marker normally found throughout Mongolia, Tibet, and surrounding areas. The mountains themselves are a little bit Altai, a little bit Orlicke.

His jewelry consists of hammered silver, turquoise, coral, carnelian, jade, and a little bit of amber, from a friend. The jewelry designs and embroidery I designed to try and pull from both backgrounds - thankfully both Czech and Mongolian artisans love tiny beads and horse-shaped things. The pouch is where he keeps his spindle; he keeps the spinning fleece tucked into his outer robe :3 He spins from the fold, btw, for those in the know:

Speaking of fleece, I love how the fleece on his robe came out:

Look at that. COZY.

As for Zell himself, decided one of his Dhampir tells would be ridges on the inside of his ears, like a fruit bat:

It pleases me greatly.

I decided to go with a wry expression because, well, I know what I'm about. I know that in my head, Sosiel is painting this portrait of his friend while Daeran is standing over his shoulder, making loud and goofy commentary about his future husband, who is down bad but trying so hard to keep a straight face for this portrait.

Anyway, it's time I take a little break before going in and adding the endgame, full Azata details (because of COURSE I'm doing a full Azata version.) and then I can rest up before... Perhaps... offering portraits of this type for commission.

[datazombiie]

im actually extremely normal about him

[5hrignold]

aarrggggg

[ghostymarni]

-am really proud of this wolffe sketch, @lonewolflupe convinced me to share it before I start linework for him + rex

[backpackingspace]

Okay but do you think the people who were really close to odysseus during the Trojan war had a running bet for when odysseus claimed to have a vision from Athena if it was true or not? Because half the time he was just lying about that.

[adrianlikesdinos]

thinking about that one time i read a codywan fic before i finnished clone wars and it got to the rako hardeen arch and i had no idea it was an actual thing that happened in the clone wars so my first ever exposure to this arch was through the eyes of cody as obiwans lover. ill never recover from that.

[razzledazzletrassh]

POSTING THESE HERE I made these back in late April-ish AUAGSHD

[philiponmycracker]

The epic Snow White photoshoot, Tom Hulce interview from "Hola" Spanish magazine (issu no. n/a), 84-85?

@historianmaybe5 MY FRIEND I received these yesterday and I wanted to add em to this epic collection you shared ...Tom kissing the luckiest dove that ever lived Look at that face what even is that ffs I'm so mad furious ohgod hold me back

[dangraccoon]

Headaches …

Day 2

~ little lie ~ trapped together in a snowstorm ~

Word Count: 2277

Content: trapped in a cave, frequent headaches, tight spaces, references to the inhibitor chips and Order 66, being silenced, unspoken attraction/feelings

If you asked General Kenobi, the way they’d found themselves in this Force-forsaken cave was through a strategic retreat and it would be an excellent way to both evade the enemy and take them by surprise on the other side of the mountain.

If you asked Cody, this was just another scrape they’d find their way out of eventually… probably.

Cody could feel the headache growing behind his eyes. His headaches had been getting worse, not that anyone knew he’d been having them to begin with, and he thought about using one of the pain stims he kept on his belt.

No, better not, he decided. Knowing his general and how it usually went when they were cut off from the rest of the unit, they’d get into an even more complicated mess. He didn’t want to waste the small supply he did have, especially not on himself for something as measly as a headache.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Obi-Wan noted of the avalanche that closed them in. “Though not entirely unwelcome.”

“Sir?” Cody’s voice sounded more tired than usual.

“The droids would have fired blindly on the cave despite the blizzard, but they are less likely to bother with the meters of rubble blocking their line of fire,” Kenobi explained, one hand stroking his beard.

Cody didn’t answer, simply shining the light on his helmet around the cavern.

“Are you alright, dear?”

Cody must’ve been tired; he barely heard the general approach him. “Fine, sir,” he said. He knew it wasn’t entirely true, but the general just wanted to make sure Cody was uninjured.

He could practically feel Kenobi’s suspicion, nerves tingling.

“I’ve been trying to make contact with the company,” he continued. “But I don’t think anything will make it through the rubble, let alone the storm.”

“Yes, I suppose not,” Obi-Wan agreed, though he sounded distracted. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I said I’m fine, General,” Cody growled before he could think better of it. Out of his periphery, he could see Obi-Wan recoil slightly. Regret instantly coiled in his chest. “I- my apologies, sir, I didn’t–”

“That’s alright, Commander,” Obi-Wan replied, waving him off.

His tone was even-keeled as ever, but Cody felt a coldness to it; the general only ever used his rank around others, seldom when they were alone. He seemed to prefer using their names whenever possible.

“General, I–”

“I suppose we ought to find a way out of here,” Obi-Wan continued, blowing past Cody’s pitiful attempt at an apology. The general ignited his lightsaber, illuminating the dark cave along with Cody’s flashlight.

Cody inspected the new wall of rock that prevented their exit. “It would take days to clear this all.”

“Ah-ha!” The general half-shouted. “There’s a small passageway over here; it’s a tight squeeze, but we’ll fit.”

Cody joined him to look at the crevice. He crouched down in front of it. “Sir,” he started uncertainly. “I’m sure you could fit through here, but you’re a bit… less stocky.”

“Nonsense,” Obi-Wan smirked. “You’ll have to remove your belt and perhaps your chest plate, but I imagine you’ll make it through just fine, Commander.”

Cody clicked his tongue a few times, muting the mic in his helmet while he grumbled. He watched Obi-Wan slip through the thin space ridiculously easy.

“Alright, pass your gear through,” he called.

After a few more unbroadcasted grunts of discontent, Cody’s chest plate, back plate, and belt were waiting to be reapplied with Obi-Wan. Cody pressed himself into the odd space, needing to contort his posture a little until he was almost, almost – thunk.

Cody sighed.

“What is it?” Kenobi called.

Cody clicked his mic back on. “I have to go back, sir; my helmet doesn’t fit through the top second.”

“Ah yes,” Obi-Wan hummed. “I did scrape my cheek through there.”

Cody shuffled back, choosing not to make a sarcastic comment about the timing of that warning.

Once he was back out, he rolled his helmet through to Obi-Wan and began to squeeze back through.

As Cody finally made it through, he looked up at his general expectantly.

“Perhaps you should’ve just taken all of your armor off,” Obi-Wan mused.

Without realizing it, and with his helmet still in the general’s hands, he clicked his tongue once, then twice more.

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows shot upwards. “Commander Cody, did you just try to mute me?”

Cody froze his hands still at the edges of his chest plate where they’d been reattaching them.

Cody could feel his heart stop.

He’d done it, now; he’d pushed too far. Yes, General Kenobi was easier-going than other Generals, and their relationship over the course of the war had gotten far more… casual than the rigid professionality with which it had begun. But now? First snapping at him, now trying to mute him like a shiny? Oh, he’d be reassigned to Kamino by tomorrow.

But then Kenobi did something. It wasn’t entirely unusual; Cody had seen it before, but he wasn’t typically the subject of it, merely a bystander.

General Obi-Wan Kenobi eyed him, then lowered himself to sit cross-legged on the cave floor, patting the space in front of him.

Cody was still certain that he no longer had a heartbeat.

“Sir?” he rasped out.

“Sit, Cody.”

Relief, like a light mist of rain, showered over his nerves. The use of his name was a good sign, wasn’t it?

Cody did as he was told, wincing slightly as his knee twinged on the way.

Once he was settled, he glanced up at Obi-Wan.

“Please talk to me,” Obi-Wan said. It was soft, gentle even; it wasn’t a command or an order, but a request. “I know we’re in a difficult situation, but you and I have been through worse and came out of it alright. Something is bothering you.”

“Sir, I’ve been–” Cody started, but something screamed at him to stop, to shut his mouth. His jaw clicked shut.

“You’ve been?” Obi-Wan prompted.

Cody’s mouth opened again, only to find it closing once more. His brow furrowed as he tried again to voice his issue. “I–”

Obi-Wan’s expression shifted from concern to confusion. “It’s alright,” he said, sounding less like the professional, charismatic front he put on in front of others and more like the friend he’d become to Cody. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Cody fought once more with his own vocal cords. Why couldn’t he just tell him? It’s just a damn headache. He opened his mouth again and again but all that came out was air.

Obi-Wan sat silently, watching Cody with growing worry. After a few more moments of silence, he reached towards Cody, his hand stopping just short of touching his shoulder.

“Is there another way that would be easier?” Obi-Wan tried. “Perhaps you could write it?”

Cody looked down to the dirt where he was gesturing. He reached for it but found his hand to be shaking.

“Oh, Cody,” Obi-Wan murmured, his voice full of sympathy. “Would you…” he hesitated. “Would you be willing to show me?”

Obi-Wan’s hand extended towards Cody, palm open and inviting.

Cody glanced between his hand and his face a few times, finding nothing but warmth and deep concern.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan stammered. “I- I shouldn’t push you like that.”

Cody’s hands acted before he could think, grasping his general’s hand between his.

Cody wasn’t sure what happened next. Obi-Wan gasped, his eyes opened wide but went out of focus. He was certain he could almost feel Obi-Wan in his mind.

A few minutes later, Obi-Wan seemed to come back slowly. His eyes refocusing on the man before him, his hand slightly trembling between Cody’s. He let out a shaky breath in what felt more like a sob. He wasn’t sure, he might’ve imagined it, but Cody thought he saw a few tears slide down Obi-Wan’s cheeks.

“Sir?” he managed, his voice still being difficult.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan whispered, his voice tinged with something Cody struggled to identify. He used his free hand to wipe the errant tears from his eyes.

“Please, sir. What did you see?” Cody’s voice finally came.

Obi-Wan looked up at him. He hesitated, seeming to choose his words carefully. “You’re in pain,” he said, his eyes flicking from Cody’s own to the right side of Cody’s head and back. “You– I think you might be… unwell.”

Cody could feel the gears whirring in his mind. “General, Helix said that blow last week didn’t give me a concussion.”

“It didn’t, this… this is something else,” Obi-Wan pulled his hands away, wrapping his arms around himself. “You’ve been having headaches, that’s what you were trying to tell me.” Cody nodded. “It seems there may be something… something in your head that could be causing them.”

Cody struggled to process the information.

There was something in his head?

That didn’t make any sense. Clones didn’t get sick the same way natborns did; sure, they could fall ill despite their genetically enhanced immune system, but unknown diseases developing in a clone’s body? That shouldn’t be possible.

“Cody, did you hear me?”

His general’s voice–as well as the icy cold drop of water that fell and landed on his aching temple–pulled him back to the moment.

“Sorry, sir,” he replied.

“That’s alright,” Obi-Wan said. “I asked if you thought we should stop to rest.”

He nodded. He should vocally agree. He should refer to Obi-Wan by his rank or ‘sir’. He should stop calling him ‘Obi-Wan’ in his mind. After all, good soldiers–

His head throbbed.

Without his notice, Obi-Wan moved him around, gently guiding him to sit on a rock while he set up a miniature warmth lamp that Cody kept on his belt.

“Cody?”

He blinked a few times, Obi-Wan coming into focus in front of him–no, above him?

“Come back to me, dear one,” Obi-Wan said upon seeing Cody’s eyes clear. “That’s it. It’s alright.”

“What–”

“You passed out,” Obi-Wan supplied as he helped Cody to sit up. “You were upright one moment and falling over the next.”

A shiver ran down Cody’s spine as he realized was doomed–he knew it and he was sure Obi-Wan knew it–he’d be sent to Kamino. Not to train the younger generations of clones, not to treat whatever sickness worked into his brain. No, he’d be decommissioned. He’d be killed. His body would be stuck in a lab in the depths of Tipoca City and studied. CC-2224 was meant to be an exemplary product of Kaminoan ingenuity; what could have possibly gone so wrong with it?

“That’s not going to happen,” Obi-Wan said suddenly, pushing Cody’s brain to finally realize that he’d gotten up and was pacing while speaking his anxieties aloud. Obi-Wan’s hands gripped Cody’s upper arms, his eyes almost panicked. “I will not let them take you from me.”

Cody blinked. He didn’t hear that right, did he? He couldn’t have heard that right.

“From…” Obi-Wan mumbled. Cody wasn’t sure he’d ever heard him mumble before. “From the 212th.”

His hold on Cody loosened, and Cody found himself missing the contact. Damnit, he thought, certain he was just thinking it and not actually saying it aloud. I thought I was past this.

“I won’t let them take you,” Obi-Wan repeated quietly, turning away.

Cody couldn’t help the way his heart seemed to keep skipping beats. The same heroism he’d witnessed countless times on the battlefield was here now in his words. The same heroism that had attracted Cody in the first place.

A string of curse words flowed through his mind. You’re being irrational, he told himself. Obi–The general, he forced himself to think. The general cares about all of the vode. He hates decommissioning on the whole, not just the idea of me being decommissioned.

“Well, now that you’re awake, we should continue if you’re feeling up to it,” Obi–General Kenobi said.

They trudged through, the dark cavern only illuminated by the general’s lightsaber and Cody’s flashlight.

“General,” he said after a few moments.

“Yes, de– yes, Cody?”

“I’m– I’d like to apologize, sir,” he said.

The general stopped but didn’t turn to face him. “What are you–”

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you,” he managed. He could feel whatever had a hold of his voice before creeping back in. “Sir, I should have told you about the– a-about my–”

“It’s alright, Cody,” General Kenobi said once more, though this time he could feel the depth of warmth behind his words. “You don’t have to try and say it. Whatever–or quite possibly whoever–is keeping you from speaking of it will not be letting up on that.”

That didn’t soothe Cody’s nerves.

“I still shouldn’t have–”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan said, a little more forcefully as he turned to face his commander. “I am not upset that you didn’t tell me. I am upset that it’s happening at all.”

Cody was fairly certain that Obi-Wan could tell the distinction did little to ease Cody’s mind.

“Cody, I… I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that I care for you, quite deeply if I’m being honest,” he continued, and Cody was suddenly very aware of his pounding heart. “I don’t know what is happening to you, I don’t know how or why and that is why I’m upset. You couldn’t have told me because it wouldn’t let you. “

“Y-you…?” Cody hummed. Was he reading into that statement too much? Probably, but what if he wasn’t? Would it really be so bad to let himself imagine what a life like that could be?

Obi-Wan’s cheeks turned dark in the blue light. “Let’s… let’s keep going.”

He turned quickly away, continuing through the cave. Despite himself, Cody felt his arm reach after the man.

He shook his head. You’re an idiot.

His head throbbed again.

To be continued…

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