#pilot in command

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS x Firefly AU: A ragtag crew.

[thepatchycat]

*GUNDAMs your clones*

[spooky-daggers]

Oddball is here to steal your heart.

[moonziies]

YALL LOOK AT PILOT PEEPERS

The continuous "Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir" as he goes up to Hater, I CANT ���😭😭😭😭 I love him so much it hurts

LOOK AT HIM

I wanna make one of them my pfp but ughhh I can't chose 😔

[nchlsdmn]

The four horseman of ROTS Clones that appear in Star Wars The Clone Wars for only a few seconds.

At some point in the Clone Wars, Commander Gree probably would have appeared in his ROTS armor, considering that Nemec's armor is based entirely off of Gree's armor, minus the helmet. The Kashyyyk arc would have featured 41st Scout troopers as well, and Gree would have been a part of that cancelled Clone Wars arc.

Dave Filoni also mentioned wanting to add Bacara and his Galactic Marines in a future Clone Wars way back during Season 3, so it is possible that all ROTS clones would have eventually made their way into the show by Season 8, especially since The Clone Wars later Seasons were meant to be very ambitious.

Here is Fireball as a 41st Scout Trooper.

[acoldghostlypresence]

[frozen-seagrass]

The WALL-E au no one asked for

[tfa-archived]

Still not used to this life or death situation stuff. That's good, 'cause I'm not either. You never get used to it.

[graylinesspam]

Terracotta soldier AU from Rex's pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always moving forward always together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fives.

Hardcase.

Jesse.

Kix.

Tup.

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

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

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

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

He is Rex. Rex follows Ahsoka.

He will walk back through forever to get to her.

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

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

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

And Ahsoka waits patiently for them to remember.

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

She's reciting them.

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

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

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

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

Fives speaks, discovering his voice too. Then Jesse.

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

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

"Ahsoka" Rex says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oya" he shouts just to hear it.

and it grows

Because He is Rex and Rex follows Ahsoka.

[kaontic]

“I'm headin' in for repairs!”

“I'll shadow you back!”

One of my fav G1 moments, even if I read too much into it.

[crossthread]

No jokes here. The Navy’s best pilot and the Navy’s best admiral. Between them, eight air-to-air combat kills and five stars. These were men who commanded respect with or without your approval. This was the picture of ruthless competence.

Debriefing (& Other Stories) • part 2 of Easier Done Than Said by @compacflt

[spooky-daggers]

Another Oddball and Kat doodle. A quick kiss before battle.

It's a good thing Wooley and Waxer are so helpful. They're truly the best brothers around. 🫡💜

[nomadic-star]

Good morning chat

[derschokoladenritter]

Data, painting Tasha Yar in a blue corridor

I hope it turned out ok

[crashlanding-skywalker]

[Fox babysitting the 501st]

Kickback: How old do you think I am?

Striker: Kickback, age doesnt matter.

Striker: You can die at any time.

——————

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

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

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

——————

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

Attie: Thank you for your sacrifice, Contrail.

——————

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

Matchstick, visibly distressed: WHY DID YOU STOP TALKING-

——————

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

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

Ridge: And who's that?

Axe: Myself, Rid.

——————

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

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

——————

Jinx: Hi :).

The 501st:

Jinx: Everyone's bones are wet.

Fox: Why would you say that?

Jinx: Nobody was saying hi back :(.

——————

Fox: You're a loose cannon.

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

Kix: I think you play by your own rules.

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

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

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

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

Fives: *smashes a chair*

——————

Fox: Why can’t y'all just get along?

Vaughn: Because most of us are assholes, Commander.

——————

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

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

Fives: If you want information it is.

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

——————

Echo: We should normalize not loving family members.

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

Dogma: Talk like a normal person.

——————

Kano: Remember what I told you.

Contrail: Don’t be a cunt.

——————

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

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

——————

Hawk, to Dogma: ARE YOU

Jesse: Fucking.

Hawk: KIDDING ME?! YOU

Jesse: Fucking.

Hawk: IDIOT!

(silence)

Appo: What was that?

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

——————

Swoop: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

S. Fox:

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

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

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

——————

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

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

——————

Echo: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons.

Fives: Bet you I can!

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

——————

Fox, entering the kitchen:

Fox, sees Hardcase: What are you doing?

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

Fox: It's 3 am...

Hardcase: *puppy eyes*

Fox, sighs: We can try it later

——————

Fox: Is anyone d-

Kix: Depressed?

Dogma: Drained?

Voca: Dumb?

Fives: Disliked?

Fox: -done with their work...

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

[wantonlywindswept]

Definitely True Facts About Commander Vertex #2

He loves animals.

[forgotten Fox AU tag]

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Dart wasn't afraid to admit it aloud: ever since the regime change, he had been utterly, out-of-his-mind bored.

His fellow pilots refused to agree publically lest they get assigned scutwork, but Dart would rather spend three hours chasing down Senator Whatshername's pet tooka than sit on his ass in the hangar. He could only spend so long pining at his ship, wishing his boots weren't touching the ground, before the inactivity drove him crazy.

There used to be plenty for off-assignment Guard pilots to do, back when old Wrinkly McSithface was around. Datawork needed filing, senators needed babying, the Coruscant Security Force needed their asses wiped and their jobs done for them. But with the signing of a ceasefire with the Separatists and Bail Organa officially sworn in as Chancellor, instead of their work increasing, the Guard actually had less to do and actual free time.

(It was mandatory. Breaks and downtime were official edicts and viciously enforced by the medics. Dart hated it, but when he'd expressed that opinion he'd been dogpiled by his fellow pilots and informed in no uncertain terms to shut the fuck up.)

So, to keep busy, Dart started volunteering to do a lot of the odd jobs most troopers didn't enjoy. Not datawork--he would rather die--but anything that kept him moving was fair game. Commander Stone started tossing him the low-priority assignments and Dart happily took them on, doing anything from delivering packages clear across the district to hunting down senators who kept 'forgetting' to put their signatures on important documents.

Unfortunately this sometimes led to such undignified situations as Dart tumbling out of an access shaft, his armor covered in dust and scratches, to land on his ass right at the feet of one Commander Vertex. 

Vertex, cup of caf in one hand and a datapad in the other, looked down at Dart and tilted his head slightly to the side.

Dart blinked owlishly back up at him.

The tooka in his arms yowled its displeasure.

Dart scrambled to his feet, keeping the murderous feline squished against his body with one arm as he offered a slightly-unsteady salute with the other.

"Commander Vertex, sir!"

"Dart," Vertex greeted. The Commander had been with the Guard for just under two months now and had proven himself a certifiable badass, and Dart was absolutely mortified getting caught looking like an idiot. "I see you've found Mr. Tinkles."

Dart stared at him. Then he stared down at the squirmy white tooka trying to dig its claws through his armor.

"The fuck kind of name is Mr. Tinkles?"

Vertex snorted, and while his expression didn't change, his eyes crinkled with laughter.

"You'd have to ask Senator Veph, though I believe she inherited him from her predecessor."

He reached out to stroke between Mr. Tinkles' ear cones, the almost-smile softening to a real one as the tooka happily accepted the petting--all nice and docile as if it hadn't just spent the last three hours trying to gnaw Dart's helmet off.

The gossip network that Dart definitely wasn't part of had mentioned seeing Commander Vertex feeding the stray tookas that skulked around the commissary, but he hadn't actually believed them.

"She'll be happy to see him back," Vertex continued. "She usually gives sweets to whoever returns him."

Dart perked up, abruptly much more interested in this assignment. He, like most clones, had a sweet tooth a parsec wide, but more importantly: candy meant bribery material.

Vertex's eyes glinted like he knew what Dart was thinking, but he didn't say anything; he just patted Dart on the shoulder before continuing past him.

"As you were, trooper."

So cool.

Later, when Dart was busy with his self-appointed duty delivering caf to the poor sods stuck doing datawork--and certainly not trading sweets for intel or collecting gossip at the same time--he spent a little more time finding the best mug for Commander Vertex. It was tucked in the back of one of the cabinets and he had to dust it off, but when Dart carried it into the commander's office, Vertex's eyes immediately zeroed in on it.

"Here, sir," Dart said proudly, setting the steaming cup on his desk. "You like animals, right?"

Vertex reached out slowly, wrapping his hands around the mug with a soft, wondering expression on his face. He pulled it toward him, looking down at the engraved motif cupped between his palms.

The mug looked like it belonged there.

"I suppose I do," Vertex said softly. "Thank you, Dart."

Dart beamed.

He made sure to keep bringing the Commander his caf in the red vulptex mug from then on.