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Howzer X Fem Jedi Reader

Rebels on the Run

Hey guys! I totally have been here the entire time and not like disappearing off and on for the past two years or something but anywhoooooooo listen to this song while reading this chapter 🙃 bonus point if you know what show it's from 😏

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Taungsday. It’s finally the day that your escape is supposed to happen. You wake up after a night of restless sleep, and roll over to look out of your makeshift bedroom. Howzer had tried to argue that the two of you should stick together, but you convinced him that you could handle staying at the hideout alone. You were more worried about leaving him in a city, but you couldn’t leave behind what you had here. 

You quickly get up, dressing for the day and looking around the hideout. You won’t exactly miss this place, but you’ll never be able to forget your time here, no matter how much you might want to. Nor can you ever forget the events that led up to your current situation.

Quietly, you make your way out to where you had stored your speeder, climbing on after securing your mask. After a silent moment, you sigh, hands gripping the handles a bit tighter. “I’m coming back to bring you home,” you mumble to yourself. A wave of familiarity washes over you, and you can sense each of them near you. “I won’t let your sacrifices be forgotten.”

The landscape is the same as that first day you were stranded, yet you feel as if it is a completely unknown place for you. And it mostly is, because you have never returned to this spot since that day. It’s easy for you to find, however, because you follow the lingering presence in the force.

It doesn’t take long for the wreckage to come into view. Apparently, the Empire hadn’t made its way out here yet, or bothered to clean up the scraps. All the more secure for you, as you could pass for a scavenger and hopefully avoid any complications. 

You scan the area, looking for any sign of life around you, or technology that could betray you. After doing a full walk around of the wreckage while searching the horizon, and double-checking by using the force to sense life around you, you determine that it’s safe enough to proceed with your plans. Walking toward the marked spot, you feel emotions coming over you again, and memories that you’ve been suppressing begin to flood your mind. The wave is powerful, causing you to stumble. Your head goes dizzy, and soon enough you’re falling to the ground, overcome by flashbacks.

***

Howzer paces the room, eyes fixed on the chrono as he waits for a holo from Rex or Echo. He hasn’t heard anything from you lately either, and he is unsettled by the overall silence that surrounds him. It’s only ever this quiet before something major, or disastrous, happens. At least, that’s how it is in war, and the current situation is not far from it.

A sudden beeping starts from his holotransceiver, and he recognizes it as the pattern they’d set in place to alert him of when the ship is heading to the dock. He stops his pacing to grab his bag and slip it onto his back, silencing the beeping before he heads to check out of the room.

“How was your stay?” the Twi’lek receptionist asks. 

Howzer barely glances at her, and quickly slides her the room key. “Good, thank you.” He doesn’t stick around for more chatting, heading off in a rush to where his speeder is waiting. As soon as he slips his mask on, he tries to contact you. “Wizard? Wizard, comm in,” he mumbles while climbing onto the speeder. Silence is all that comes from your end, and his grip tightens on the speeder’s controls. “Wizard! You need to comm in!” Again, nothing. Another round of silence only alerts his nerves more. “Dank farrik,” he mumbles, “where the kriff is she?” A patterned beeping from his holotransceiver lets him know that Rex’s ship has landed, and that he  needs to be there soon. With a stressed sigh, Howzer kicks the stand and takes off, speeding toward the ship dock.

***

When you come to, tears are streaming down your face. Codo’s death, Order 66, Jawa Squad. The screams, the pain. The endless void that now surrounds you in the living force. But this is not the time to linger on the past, this is the time for escape. You wipe your tears and stand up on shaky legs, making the last few steps to where they are buried. 

You fall to your knees again, this time to get closer to them. They’re so close, yet when you reach out, you can’t feel the life force of Sans, Hex, or Steele. All that remains are their bodies below you and their helmets to be recovered. You gently place your hands on the ground and use more of the force than you have in a long time. You strain to unbury their helmets, to take them with you wherever you go. They’re your squad, your loyal troopers and friends, but most importantly, they’re your family.

A small rumbling surrounds you, and the ground shakes as you stress your connection to the force. Leaving power dormant will only make it harder to access later on, one of the first and most important things Codo had ever taught you. Don’t be afraid to go against the Jedi Code, something you had heard was your father’s own way of using the force, and something you’d kept in the family. 

The rumbling grows bigger, and the shaking gets rougher. You squint your eyes against the rising cloud of dust until you feel the helmets breach the surface. You let your hold ease, and you let your eyes widen to look at them. Tears well up in your eyes as you analyze the scuffs, scratches, and dents. The chipped paint tells its own story, just as every other imperfection does. Imperfection, however, was never a word you’d thought to associate with Jawa Squad. And it’s only with this thought that you notice something strange.

The rumbling still continues, getting louder, and the shaking gets stronger. Your instinct is to run without looking back, to leave and never return to this spot. 

But you turn and stare at the incoming squadron of imperial soldiers.

***

“Plans have changed,” Echo informs Howzer as he hops off the speeder, having just arrived at the hangar, “Imperial troops are on the move and extra patrols are being sent out. An inspection crew is on their way here, so we need to leave, now.”

“Y/n isn’t here yet,” Howzer says while running a hand through his hair.

“How long will it take for her to get here? We don’t have much time.”

“I…I don’t know,” Howzer admits, “she hasn’t even commed me since she left.”

Echo lets his eyes fall for a moment, a bad feeling washing over him. “Our reports…they included that there was a Jedi. The imperials are going after them.”

“What?!” Howzer’s attitude changes, and he immediately steps toward his speeder, but Echo’s hand stops him from going far.

“You can’t go after her, you’ll be killed,” Echo says firmly, “we have to go, now.”

“I’m not going to just abandon her!” Howzer replies harshly, “I have to go after her!”

“Think for a second, Howzer,” Echo says, “what is the likelihood that you make it to her? And then what is the likelihood that you both survive?”

“You can cover us as I rescue her, or better yet, we can fly over together to find her,” Howzer suggests desperately.

Echo shakes his head, “It’s too much of a risk, we need to get you and the rest of our brothers out of here before it’s too late.”

“Is everything alright out there?” Rex says from the top of the boarding ramp, “we need to go. We still have another stop a little ways over and the imperials are already on our trail.”

“Yes, we’re just about to board,” Echo responds briefly, “right, Howzer?”

“I’m not leaving her,” Howzer says through gritted teeth, tears of fear and anger filling his eyes. 

“What would she want you to do? Stay here and die with her, or go on and survive and tell her story? We don’t control who lives, who dies, who tells our stories, but you’re being given the chance to be the one to tell hers.”

“He’s right, Howzer,” Rex adds, “if this is about your Jedi girl, then Echo is right. We have to leave so that we have the chance to keep bringing light to our tragedy, as well as the fall of the Jedi.”

Howzer clenches his fists, the tears beginning to spill over. He closes his eyes and tries to think, to feel what you would want, and a wave washes over him. It’s a gentle one, calming, letting him know it will be okay.

Go, Howzer. Survive.

***

The imperials surround you, and your mind goes blank as over a hundred blasters aim at you. There’s an imperial officer walking toward you, talking to you, telling you to surrender, but you don’t actually hear any of that. You hear the screams of the Jedi who were slaughtered because of Order 66. You don’t blame the clones, they couldn’t help it. It was Palpatine, it had to be.

“Put down your weapon, I won’t ask again!” Colonel Belkor Dray says harshly, his own blaster now aimed at you.

You hadn’t even realized that you’d had your lightsaber in your hand, though the cold metal bites at your skin. You haven’t used it in a fight for quite a while, but you find yourself easing into it.

Dray’s blaster is the first to go off, and when you deflect the bolt back at him, the others soon pull their triggers. Bolts are all around you, but it’s a familiar dance. Twisting, bending, swinging your lightsaber, thrusting your arm out to use the force. The new TK Troopers are nowhere near as accurate with their blasters as the clones are, a helpful flaw. 

Even so, there’s still too many of them for one person.

You feel yourself getting closed in on, and your heart starts beating faster. You’ve never fought this intensely against other sentient beings before, and they’re tougher than droids. One of their shots knicks your side and you cringe from the pain, putting you into the path of another while dropping part of your guard. You grit your teeth and suck in harshly, trying to ignore the pain of the two consecutive shots.

“Put down your weapon, Jedi scum!” one of the TK troopers shouts, “this is your final warning!”

“How much of a warning can it be considered if you’re still blasting me?” you shout back, thrusting a hand out to deflect bolts and throw backwards the troopers who shot them.

“You cannot survive this many opponents,” Dray warns from somewhere behind the troopers, “If you surrender now, we will give you a quick death after we interrogate you on the whereabouts of other Jedi who may have survived Order 66.”

“I will never give up information to the Empire,” you shout over the blasters. “There is nothing you can do to get me to talk!”

“What if we torture Captain Howzer?” Dray questions as the troopers part briefly, giving you a view of his smug grin. You falter, showing your weakness for Howzer, and the imperials take advantage of the opening.

The shots pierce through your body and time begins to slow along with your heart beats. “Howzer is your weak spot, I see,” Dray comments as you try to fight the pain. “It is a good thing that we already have him in our custody then.”

“No…” you say through gritted teeth, “you’re lying, I can sense it.”

“Can you now? When was the last time you polished up your Jedi abilities? Surely they must not be working properly.”

“That’s not how this works,” you guess, though you are not entirely sure about it yourself. You stumble slightly, fighting back the images that try to cover your view. A familiar sense flows through you, however, and you find yourself thinking of Howzer. You don’t want his death on your conscience, so you do the one thing you know you can; you speak into his mind.

Go, Howzer. Survive. 

A second later you feel your training become your instinct. Your mind clears as your heart slows even more. Time follows suit, but it helps you block out the sound of Rex’s ship flying over you, and the feeling of Howzer begging you to survive as well. 

You are a Jedi. The words fill your mind from somewhere in the force, and you ease into the swing of your saber. You have survived the horrible, and helped another person escape this hell. Qui-Gon appears in your mind, nodding to you with a gentle smile. You have done well, my daughter.

Your mind clears as another blaster shot comes toward you. Your saber barely reaches it in time to block it, but another one hits you from behind. My padawan, your trials are over. Codo fills your mind now, and you falter at seeing him again after witnessing his death firsthand. You have become a Jedi Master. You have reached the end goal.

You have saved those who needed to be saved, Ringo says as he replaces Codo. You have taught those who needed to be taught. You have fulfilled your destiny. You feel tears building in your eyes, and fight harder than ever before to defend yourself against the imperials. They’re closing in, though, and you’re losing strength as more shots pierce your body.

You were the best general we could have asked for, Steele says as Ringo leaves. Hex joins him at his side, You led us valiantly into battle, and out the other side. They exchange a brotherly look before saluting to you. The Grand Army of the Republic thanks you for your duty and dedication, they say in unison.

Your arms begin to tremble, from both strain and emotions. My cyare, Sans says as Hex and Steele fade away, we can be together now. 

Your tears finally spill over, and you can feel yourself relaxing. Y/n, it’s time. You’ve done all you need to do. Come be with us, with me.

“I’m coming, Sans,” you whisper to yourself, “I’m coming to be with all of you,” you add while your grip loosens on your saber. The grip on your saber’s hilt is replaced with the hold of Sans’s hand.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. A smile covers your lips as you let the force envelop you. Sans pulls you closer, further into the warmth and peace. Blaster shots continue to riddle your body, but you don’t feel them anymore. All you feel is the joy and relief of being reunited with those you had lost. Your eyes never leave Sans’s, your mind set on being free. Finally free.

***

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? We haven’t heard anything about y/n since the imperials claimed to have caught her,” Echo says as Howzer joins him and Rex in the cockpit. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“I need to try to find her, or at least find out the truth about her fate,” Howzer replies while scratching at his beard. The last information that anyone had received about y/n was that she was being held captive on Ryloth by the imperial troops. Her body was alive, but her mind was, well, they couldn’t explain that. No one could figure out what had happened, but everyone except Howzer had given up on her and settled in their minds that she was gone.

“What are you going to do if she can’t be ‘woken up’?” Rex asks as he turns in his seat. “We don’t exactly have any Jedi that can help with this.”

“Can’t we get into contact with Ahsoka? Or even Ventress?” Howzer suggests while settling into his own seat. “They might be able to figure something out.”

Rex shakes his head, “Ahsoka needs to remain low and out of sight. She might not have been a part of the Jedi Order when it fell, but the Empire still has a bond out for her. I’m not going to risk getting her captured.”

“Ventress is out of the question as well,” Echo chimes in, “she may have helped Omega, but we still can’t trust her. She was a Sith apprentice at one point during the clone wars.”

“But she's not anymore,” Howzer replies, “and shouldn’t her willingness to help Omega be a sign that we can trust her?”

“No. Besides, we don’t even know if y/n is still alive, so we can’t be calling in force-users to help us just yet,” Echo explains.

“If we do manage to find her, and if she is alive, then we can see about sending an encrypted message out for those who may be able to help us,” Rex suggests, “but there is no guarantee it will work.”

Howzer sighs, nodding his head in resignation. What are the likelihoods that the Empire kept you alive? What would they gain from it? What is their plan? Perhaps they wanted to use you for the same experiment they performed with Omega and the other force-sensitive children. Howzer hopes that’s not the case, as that would mean you’re probably suffering in their hands. But, if not, then that means you’re likely dead. Neither option is what Howzer wants, and he doesn’t know which one he’d prefer.

“Strap in, we’re exiting hyperspace and it’s going to get a bit bumpy while I try to avoid detection,” Echo says to the others as he begins pressing buttons and flipping switches. “Rex, can you make sure those on the ground are ready?”

“Already on it,” Rex replies while typing furiously on his commpad. Howzer sits quietly, nerves running like they always do on missions like this. Their main priority is to get those clones who have agreed to be rescued and avoid as much imperial attention as they can. If they’re able to successfully pull this off on time, then a search and rescue mission for you could be possible if they receive necessary information.

Howzer’s attention refocuses when the ship’s power is shut off to avoid scanners. Displaying flying lessons from Tech, Echo expertly maneuvers through the rocky formations that line the planet’s surface. Flashbacks fill Howzer’s mind of the places he and y/n explored, and he can’t help but feel an emptiness inside of him when he thinks of you now. He can’t shake the bad feeling that flows through his veins.

“Hold on, it’s about to get rough,” Echo says, eliciting a reply from Rex, “it’s not already?”

“You don’t know rough unless you’ve flown with Omega before,” Echo jokes, “that kid has a lot to learn.” 

“Yeah, well, you don’t know rough landings if you’ve never experienced general Skywalker’s…abilities.”

“I can remember them very well, actually,” Echo says, “and it makes me wonder if he and Omega are related.” The two clones break into laughter as Echo switches the power back on and guides the ship to a port. Howzer ignores their conversation, instead focusing on the view in front of them. The imperial base looms below, and they’re about to break in.

***

Blaster shots fill the air as the clones try to create an exit, but the imperials aren’t letting up. Howzer signals to Rex and Echo before making a move. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as his hand settles around a grenade. He pushes the button to set it before hurling it toward the imperials. This time, it creates a gap significant enough that they won’t be able to recover.

“Go boys, go!” Rex shouts from somewhere to Howzer’s right, and at that command all of their brothers surge forward and continue blasting the TK’s. Bodies line the floor, but thankfully most of them are imperials. “Howzer, stay with us!”

Howzer snaps his head forward, resisting the urge to run down the hallway into the main part of the base. He wants answers, but more importantly, he needs to get out. He blasts a TK that pops out in front of him and rushes through the door. As he does, he makes sure he’s the last clone trooper out before shooting the control panel and trapping the imperials in the base. The autopilot on the ship flies around the corner right as Howzer finally makes it out into the port area. 

“Everyone jump on!” Echo shouts as he jumps up first, pulling himself up the rest of the way. “We need people on the guns and someone to fly this thing!”

“I’ll take the pilot’s seat,” someone shouts from within the bunch of troopers.

“I’ve got guns!” another one shouts afterwards. Howzer and Rex stand watch outside the ship as everyone else boards. Anxiety runs through Howzer as he anticipates more imperials coming out to shoot at them, but after enough time, Howzer realizes there won’t be any. 

“What’s going on?” Howzer asks Rex who just shrugs in return.

“I won’t question things until they start to go bad,” Rex replies before motioning to Howzer to climb onto the ship as well. With everyone on, the pilot takes off and heads toward the edge of the atmosphere, racing the imperial ships that are on their tail. Thankfully, they get far enough out to jump to hyperspace, getting away from the danger.

“Got that ID scrambled yet?” Rex asks Echo as he walks by with Howzer.

“Workin’ on it, Cap,” Echo replies. “Howzer, there’s a high ranking guy in the bunk area, you should ask him about y/n.”

Howzer looks toward the bunks, his body suddenly feeling like lead. He doesn’t want the bad answer, but he isn’t sure if there’s a good answer for him. “Alright,” he says, “I’ll uh…I’ll let you guys know.”

Rex and Echo nod at him before watching him walk away. “You know, don’t you,” Rex asks Echo when Howzer is out of hearing distance.

“Yes, I do. I was trying to figure out who might know, and then he told me.”

“Will Howzer be okay?”

“I don’t know,” Echo says while finishing up the scramble. “Honestly…from what I heard, and what that guy had heard, she was ready and resigned to death. She apparently fought until Howzer was free, though, before she gave up. She’s entirely dead, not just her mind, but her body as well. I can’t understand why she would just…give up,” Echo sighs, shaking his head. “She was happy with Howzer.”

“But she was more happy before,” Rex says knowingly. Echo looks at him curiously, and Rex sighs before taking a seat. “The 17th battalion. Commander Sans was in love with y/n, and she very obviously loved him back but wouldn’t do anything about it. Captain Hex and his twin Major Steele both were like brothers to her, as well as the rest of their main squad, Jawa Squad. It was Sans, Hex, Steele, Medic Aid, ARC-Trooper Bomber, and Sergeant Tie. Aid, Bomber, and Tie died during the war, and Sans, Hex, and Steele were ordered to kill her during Order 66, after she’d witnessed her Master’s own slaughter. They then killed each other to avoid being controlled any further. Her best friends’ child, Ringo, was a padawan slain at the Temple. Everyone she loved was killed, so I can understand. All of her Jedi friends and trooper brothers.”

“She had been willing to give her life throughout the entire war to save the lives of others,” Howzer says quietly as he walks back into the cockpit. Tears roll slowly down his cheeks as he cries stoically. “She was finally able to give the ultimate sacrifice to save someone she loved.”

“Howzer,” Rex says sympathetically, “are you-”

“No, Rex,” Howzer sighs, “I’m not okay. But…at least I know she’s happy now. Truly happy, with the person she loved more than anyone else.”

Echo exchanges a look with Rex before walking over to Howzer, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t think she left because she wanted to be with Sans, or because she loved him more than anyone else. I think she left because…” Echo says, trailing off for a moment to look out of the cockpit at the streaks of light, “she made sure that the person she cared about most was safe, and once she assured that, she was ready for her time.”

“She should’ve stayed to keep making sure I remained safe,” Howzer scoffs. 

“You know she was tired, though,” Rex says, “she was tired of running and hiding.”

“So am I,” Howzer sighs.

“And that’s why we’re helping others escape, we’re letting them tell their stories. Now it’s your responsibility to live and tell her story, along with your own. Remember what I said about that?” Echo says gently.

“Yeah, I do,” Howzer says, “you have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story. And I lived, so I will tell her story.”

“And don’t forget your own,” Echo says, “because you survived with each others’ help.”

“Yeah, we did,” Howzer says, “and now I will help her memory survive. The memory of the rebels on the run.”

Sorry if this was kinda a bad end to this story :/ i really have lost all motivation for it and it took like 2 months to write this. I at least hope it's enough to satisfy anyone's want of an ending to this story 🥹

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[98chao]

my pitch for a season 2 of last cookie standing

[bixels]

vague-posting about this here cuz i don't feel comfortable yapping about my su takes on twitter, but after everything that's happened the most interesting thing about the su fandom to me is that so many are 100% there for applying the "everyone can change and deserves a second chance" message to everyone, even the diamonds. except for one ☝️ she doesn't count. cuz she's dead.

[sunlit-mess]

consumed by the inevitable

[little-pondhead]

Your Ancient History, Written In Wax

-

Danny knew he should have put better security around the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. It wasn’t even Vlad who opened it this time! The fruitloop was too busy doing his actual mayor duties because for some godforsaken reason, the man got re-elected.

No, it wasn’t Vlad. And it wasn’t Fright Knight, either. Nor the Observants. Who opened the Sarcophagus, then? Danny didn’t have time to find out as Pariah Dark promptly tore open a hole in reality and started hunting Danny down.

The battle was longer this time. He didn’t have the Ecto-Skeleton, as that was the first thing Pariah had destroyed. The halfa had grown a lot over the past few years, and learned some new tricks, but apparently sleeping in a magic ghost box meant that Pariah had absorbed a lot of power. The bigger ghost acted like a one-man army!

Amity Park was caught in the middle of the battle, but the residents made sure it went no further than that. Vlad and the Fentons made a barrier around the town to keep the destruction from leaking. Sam, Tucker, and Dani did crowd control while Danny faced the king head-on.

Their battle shook the Zone and pulled them wildly between the mortal plane and the afterlife. Sometimes, residents noticed a blow from Pariah transported them to the age of the dinosaurs, and Phantom’s Wail brought them to an unknown future. Then they were in a desert. Then a blazing forest. Then underwater. It went on like that, but no one dared step foot outside of Amity. They couldn’t risk being left behind.

It took ages to beat him, but eventually, Danny stood above the old ghost king, encasing his symbols of power in ice so they couldn’t be used again. He refused to claim the title for himself. Tired as he was, Danny handed the objects off to Clockwork for safe keeping and started repairing the damage Pariah had done to the town. The tear he’d made was too big to fix, for now, so no one bothered. They just welcomed their new ghostly neighbors with open arms and worked together to restore Amity Park.

Finally, the day came to bring down the barrier. People were gathered around the giant device the Fentons had built to sustain it. Danny had brought Clockwork to Amity, to double check that they had returned to the right time and dimension.

Clockwork assured everyone that they were in the right spot, and only a small amount of time had passed, so the Fentons gave the signal to drop the shield.

Very quickly did they discover that something was wrong. The air smelled different. The noise of the nearby city, Elmerton, was louder and more chaotic. Something was there that wasn’t before, and it put everyone on edge.

Clockwork smiled, made a remark about the town fitting in better than before, and disappearing before Danny could catch him.

Frantic, Danny had a few of his ghost buds stay behind to protect the town while he investigated.

He flew far and wide, steadily growing horrified at the changes the world had undergone. Heroes, villains, rampant crime and alien invasions. The Earth was unrecognizable. There were people moving around the stars like it was second nature and others raising dead gods like the apocalypse was coming. Magic and ectoplasm was everywhere, rather than following the ley lines like they were supposed to.

Danny returned to Amity.

The fight with Pariah had taken them through space and time. Somewhere along the way, they had changed the course of history so badly that this now felt like an alien world.

How was he supposed to fix this?

-

In the Watchtower, The Flash was wrapping up monitor duty while Impulse buzzed around him, a little more jittery than usual. The boy was talking a mile a minute, when alarms started blaring an alarming green. Flash had never seen this alarm before, and its crackling whine was grating on his ears.

Flash returned to the monitor, frantically clicking around to find the issue, but nothing was popping up. No major disasters, no invasions, no declarations of war. Nothing! What was causing the alarm?

Impulse swore and zipped to a window, pressing his face against it and staring down at Earth. “Fuck! It’s today isn’t it? I forgot!”

“What’s today?” Flash asked. He shot off a text to Batman, asking if it was an error. The big Bat said it wasn’t, and that he would be there soon.

“The arrival of Amity Park. I learned about this in school; the alarm always gives me headaches.”

Flash turned to his grandson, getting his attention. “Bart,” he stressed. “What are you talking about?”

Impulse barely glanced over his shoulder. Now that Flash was facing him, he could see a strong glow coming from Earth. “The first villain, first anti-villain, and the first hero,” he said anxiously. “They all protect the town of the original metas. They’re all here.”

“Here? Now??”

“Yeah? They weren’t before, but they are now. The first hero said there was time stuff involved, which was what inspired me to start practicing time travel in the first place.”

“I’m not following.”

“It’s okay. We should probably go welcome them before they tear apart Illinois, though. The history I remember says that some of them freaked and destroyed a chunk of the Midwest during a fight with each other.”

“WHAT?”

[bberry005]

i don't care what canon says to me omega joined the rebellion before the rebellion was in a desperate search for pilots AND before ezra's broadcast. she was like 22-24 years old and running a little rebel cell based out of rex and echo's old base on pantora and eventually their cell joins up with the ghost crew around when the base on atollon is established. and before that (like age 17-22) she was doing supply runs under the guise of "visiting rex, echo, and emerie on pantora" and hunter somehow never figured out what she was actually doing there

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danse macabre

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parallel lines

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Chapter Two

Chapter One

Ryloth is less than ideal of a place to be stranded, but you don’t exactly have any way off the planet. Your starfighter was destroyed when the men of your battalion fired at you, and ever since you narrowly escaped with your life, you’ve been hiding in the wild of the planet. That’s not to say you haven’t gone to the cities every so often, but you wore layers of cover when you did. Not only do you stick out as a human, you don’t want to be recognized as a Jedi.

It’s been months of hiding, and there’s been no variation in your weeks. Each day starts the same; scouting the perimeter of wherever you’re currently hiding before settling back down to make your meager breakfast. Certain days involve different activities after breakfast.

Primeday is when you would clean up your area, making sure everything is washed and put away, or neatly placed out of the way. Centaxday is when you go to the nearest city for food. Taungsday, you head to the farthest city for other supplies, like toiletries. Zhellday you sneak over to your lookout near the imperial base, spending the day listening in on what you can and observing the work of the empire. Benduday is when you allow yourself to relax, as much as possible given your state of being a fugitive. 

There was one recent Zhellday where some very interesting events went down. First, what appeared to be a batch of rogue clones attacked the imperial refinery, and then a guard was sent to guard Lessu. Imperial forces were deployed from the Capitol building, but another squad had set up a trap at one of the Capitol’s exits, seemingly for the rogue batch of clones. After some happenings inside of the building, one lone clone exited and stated his defiance to the Empire. Then, he was arrested and escorted inside the Capitol building.

Once you’d been sure that nothing else interesting or important was going to happen, you’d decided to head back to your current hiding spot. As you had walked, you’d thought about the events you’d witnessed and how it might change things for you. If there were insurgencies within the Empire, then perhaps you could get to some people who would help you escape without asking too many questions. Not that you could ever trust a clone trooper, not after what happened with your own. 

You can still remember the feeling of panic as your starfighter was shot down, the voices of your beloved friends ordering your death. And then the sound of your commander ordering his brothers to take his life, afterwards.

“Commander Sans, General Jinn’s ship has been shot down. It crashed and exploded on impact. There is no way that she could have survived,” Captain Hex had said over the comms, not knowing that you had in fact survived and could still hear.

“Our job is done then,” Sans replied. “Except, I have one more order for you and Major Steele.”

“Yes, sir. What is it, sir?” Steele asked.

“I have done what I was ordered to do, but I do not wish to live in a world without y/n. I know she was a traitor, yet my heart continues to betray me. My love for her will never overcome any other feeling I feel towards her. I could never hate her, and because of that, I will only ever hate myself for continuing to love her after taking her life.”

“What are you saying, sir?”

“I need you and Captain Hex to kill me.” The words had left Sans so effortlessly, almost matter-of-factly, as if this should have been the most obvious request.

“Sir?” Hex said, stepping closer to him. “I will not kill you, Sans.”

“Hex,” Sans said, and you heard his feet shuffle as he turned to face him, “I am ordering you and Steele to kill me. Shoot me and take my life, for I cannot live in this galaxy without y/n.”

“But Sans-”

“No, Steele. There is no argument. If you will not kill me, then I will take my own life.”

A silence followed these words, and you could only assume Hex and Steele had exchanged glances, a silent conversation playing between the two.

“Alright, Commander,” Hex said, “but we’re coming with you.”

“Then I will be waiting to march on with you,” Sans said before a brief silence followed by two blasters firing, and then both of those blasters firing again. And then endless silence on the comms. 

You still feel guilt for not saying something, for not revealing that you had survived. But you couldn’t, because you would have been hunted down and killed. As much as you wanted more than anything to save their lives, you knew, in the end, it would have only delayed the inevitable. And you perhaps might have condemned Sans to killing you as you faced him, which you’d much rather him not have to bear the weight of. The only consolation is knowing that Sans, Hex, Steele, Aid, Tie, and Bomber are now all together again.

A week had passed, and you’d returned to the imperial base. It had been busier, and you could only assume it was because of the defiant clone and the rogue clones. You had heard whispers in the cities that General Cham Syndulla and his wife Eleni, along with their daughter, had been rescued and taken off planet by the rogue clones. A bitter feeling flooded through you as you’d heard the news. Of course you weren’t lucky enough to also be saved by them. It’s what you get for remaining hidden in the shadows.

As you had watched, your mind kept drifting back to think about the defiant clone and the few followers he had raised. You wondered what the likelihood of him still being on planet is, and the likelihood of you being able to help-

No, you’d told yourself before you could finish the thought, you are not going to risk your life for a clone that will just end up killing you or betraying you.

And yet, a few weeks later, you weren’t given much of a choice in the matter.

It’s earlier than normal when you wake up today, and your body is rigid with tension. Something feels off, it’s what had awoken you early, and you can’t tell whether it’s danger or just cautionary. You don’t give yourself much time to debate it. You crawl out of your make-shift bed, which is in reality just a slab of stone, and put your bounty hunter mask on before grabbing your blaster and heading close to the entrance of your hiding spot. You keep hidden while you listen to their steps, trying to sense their location through the force. They seem to be curious about whether or not this area could provide shelter. 

“Huh, I wonder how easy it would be to carve out a living space in this rock,” the person says, and his voice sends a chill down your spine. “No doubt that it would be hard to find me out here.” Your grip on your blaster tightens, sensing him continuing to look around, getting closer to you. “That’s weird,” he mutters, and you can tell from his force signature that he’s found your secret path, the one that leads directly to your entrance. His footsteps echo down the short, hollowed out corridor, and you let out a steadying breath before you make your move.

In an instant, your blaster muzzle is pressing into the side of the clone trooper’s head, and he’s frozen in place, his hands up in surrender. A silence fills the room, and you fight every instinct that tells you to shoot him now, taking away his chance to shoot you.

“You’ve wandered a long way from your little imperial base,” you say, “what led you all the way out here?”

“I’m wanted by the Empire. I’m trying to escape the planet and join the clones who are rebelling.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“Look at me,” he says, beginning to move his hand to gesture at himself. You grab his wrist, fearing him possibly reaching for his blaster. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. Besides, I have no reason to hide anything. If you just look at me, you’ll see proof that the Empire was holding me in prison and was trying to torture information from me.”

“Anyone might have tortured you. For all I know, you’re trying to make your way back to the Empire.”

“How can I prove to you that I’m being honest?” You think for a second, trying to decide what could possibly reveal to you that he’s not lying. There is one way, but it’s risky, especially given that he is a clone, but you take the risk anyway.

“Say it again.”

“Say what again? That I’m being honest?”

“No, your claim about fleeing the Empire.” Your grip tightens slightly on him, and your fingers wrap around to feel his pulse. 

“I’m wanted by the Empire. I’m trying to escape the planet and join the clones who are rebelling.” You close your eyes as he speaks and sense his words. Unsurprisingly, he’s telling the truth. You knew his voice had been eerily similar to the defiant clone, and this is all but a direct confirmation of his identity.

“I believe you,” you reply after a minute. You let go of his hand and lower your blaster, motioning for him to sit on your make-shift chair while you sit across from him on your make-shift bed.

“If I may ask,” he says, “how did you know you could trust me just by holding my wrist?”

“When people lie, their heart rate typically spikes. I felt your pulse, and it remained steady.” It isn’t exactly false, but it’s not quite the method you had used. But you also aren’t going to outright admit that you’re a Jedi when he could still kill you.

“Ah, I see,” he says, his hand subconsciously rubbing his other wrist. “Now I guess it’s my turn to ask who you are.”

“None of your business,” you reply simply, and he looks at you silently for a second before nodding.

“I understand you might not trust me completely-”

“The only thing I trust about you,” you begin, cutting him off, “is what you told me about your condition with the Empire.”

“I guess that’s fair,” he replies. “But, I can promise you that I’m not a threat.”

“Not a threat to who?”

“You. Anyone. Well, anyone except the Empire.”

“You’re a clone trooper.”

“Yes.”

“You’re a threat to the Jedi. You’re a threat to citizens who do not want to align with the Empire, even if you’re not with them anymore. People will still see you and fear occupation.”

“The Jedi have all been wiped out,” he responds, “and it is not the clones that forced the occupation, it’s the imperials that order us around.”

“But they’re the sign of occupation, are they not?”

“I mean…I guess.”

“And how can you be certain all the Jedi have died? I’ve heard quite a few rumors about some surviving and in hiding.”

“Well, those are just rumors,” he counters.

“But if you knew there was a Jedi nearby, you’d kill them, right?”

“I-” he begins, but then his face scrunches in thought, almost as if he’s in pain. His hand goes up to his head, but then he shakes it, clearing his throat before looking back up. “Part of me believes that it is my duty to make sure all the Jedi are dead, but the other part of me believes that the Empire lied in order to take control.”

“How come you aren’t convinced of this like you’re convinced that the Empire is wrong?”

“Well…I don’t know,” he admits, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s almost like…it’s natural for me to think the Jedi deserve to die.”

“But you fought alongside them for years, did you not?”

“Yes, I did.”

“And did they ever show signs of betrayal then?”

“No.”

“So what makes you believe that they might have betrayed the Republic?”

“I…don’t know. Like I said, it just feels natural.”

“But there’s no evidence to support this natural feeling?”

“No, there’s not.”

“Then perhaps there is no reason to believe they betrayed the Republic. Perhaps the Empire lied about it.”

“Is that what you believe?”

“Yes,” you say simply. “From the moment he became Supreme Chancellor, I have never trusted Palpatine. Everything he said was always too vague, too…interpretive. I believe that he’s always been up to no good, and never truly liked the Jedi.”

“I guess that does explain some things that he did and said,” the clone responds. “I’m willing to change my opinion on the Jedi if I’m shown that they did not betray the Republic.”

“I’m afraid there is no concrete way to prove this. There is no evidence that the Empire betrayed the Jedi. All you can really do is take the word of those who knew and were close to Jedi.”

“Did you know a Jedi?”

“Yes…I did,” you reply. “He was like a father to me. He cared for me in ways that no one else ever had. And he always had the best interests of others on his mind. Especially my best interests. He taught me how to be the person I am today, how to treat and care for others, while always looking out for myself as well.”

“He sounds very important to you.”

“He was. And he never would have betrayed the Republic. He loved the men under his command as a father loves their sons. And the other Jedi that he introduced me to had equal love for their men. They were all pure of heart and just wanted to help others.”

“I see. I’m sorry that you lost so many people, especially the one who was like a father to you. What was his name? I might have fought under his command.”

You hesitate, not knowing whether or not revealing his name could reveal your own identity, but you decide to take the chance, because you hadn’t spoken his name since his death, other than in screams of despair and nightmares. “His name was Codo Daawa.”

“Codo Daawa? General Daawa?” the words are almost sad, regretful even. “He was a very kind person. I did fight under his command a few times. I looked up to him and how he always looked out for us and protected us. I’m sorry, again, for your loss.”

“Thank you,” you reply quietly. A few minutes of silence pass between the two of you, both of you in your own minds. You are again thinking about the feeling that you’d had when Codo had died, how you instantly felt a difference in the force. You’d known without a doubt that he was next to you, but within the force, and he wanted more than anything to comfort you, though it was impossible. 

“My name is Howzer, by the way,” he says, breaking the silence. “Formerly Captain Howzer, in case General Daawa ever mentioned me.”

“No, he didn’t,” you reply, and he nods understandingly.

“And your name?”

You bite your lip under your mask, a new wave of panic taking over. Do you dare reveal your real name? What are the chances that he knows who you are? Even if he’s heard of you, would he immediately assume you’re the same person as General Jinn?

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” he adds as you remain quiet, “I understand you still don’t trust me.”

“It’s better for both of our safety if you don’t know.”

“I see.”

“But,” you say, clenching your hands in your lap, “I won’t get anywhere in life if I never trust again.” He looks at you curiously, patiently waiting for you to continue with where you’re going. You let out a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You lift your head to gaze at him through your mask. And after closing your eyes and preparing for the worst, you open your mouth to speak.

“My name is y/n. Y/n Jinn.”

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What your favorite Cookie says about YOU!

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[norigohan]

#赤面する子は可愛い

[cyberfinik]

Header for ask community (vk.com)

I hope I won't die tagging all the cookies here (there's also 2 mascot fan cookies - VK Cookie and Deadline Cookie)

[mayawakening]

I love that it shows in-canon that Kallus gets to co-pilot the Ghost with Hera a couple times. He even argues about whether he or Rex should pilot as though he was excited to do so.

But the first few times he was in the ship post-Atollon must have been....an experience.

He's so used to seeing the Ghost from the other side, through the viewport of a star destroyer and through the front of the tiny ship as it swooshes by.

He's studied the layout and engineering manual of this one ship that has caused him so many headaches so often that he should be able to rebuild it from memory.

But there were always things that didnt make sense like, why does it make that sound, why does it seem to jolt slightly when it turns to starboard, and what is that thing he keeps seeing in the cockpit viewport?

And then, oh and then..

He finally gets to inspect the ship from the inside, without threat of being knocked out by a suspiciously quiet lasat. (Hi Zeb)

And wishes he hadn't.

He realizes, to his growing horror, that the ship jolts because half the parts are second, third, even fourth hand, made for models of ships that no longer exist and welded in at odd angles.

The odd THING he always saw through the transparisteel was a chunk of a plastoid armor piece wedged into the stolen acceleration control in order to keep it from falling right out of the console.

And the sound, he sees upon opening an access panel, is one of the engines held in place by a well-packed layer of MILK CARTONS.

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Hera: You okay Kal? You've been really quiet.

Kallus: *sheet white and holding co-pilot steering in a death grip*

[princkleeatscookies]

booga *drops you cookie run fanart*

hello and welcome back to "princkle doesn't know how to use tumblr again and wants to revive her tumblr time and time again" I've always wanted to post more on this website to connect with further cookie run creators here :0 I thought it's a good time for me to actually be active on here instead of blatantly abandoning it so yeah! time to re-introduce myself, my name is princkle! I'm a 20 year old artist who is into a lot of cookie run and Clotted Cream Cookie is my favorite out of the bunch haha I have a Cookie Run oc (who is yet to be introduced here but I'll introduce her soon) you may or may not know her - oh shit, wait this is tumblr- I can do whatever the fuck I want HAHA- it'll take me some getting used to-

[ledoodlestuff]

6 FANART CHALLENGE ! ! ! LET'S GO ! ! !

(Finally took an hour to draw the characters help) The Characters of where they came from:

Noise - Pizza Tower

Junior - Powerpuff girls

Rebel Cookie - CRK/CROB

Bive - Regretevator

Bambi - Dave and Bambi

Animatic - Animatic battle

(No animation + high quality)