#stealth oc intro i suppose...

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something for class

[book-of-baba-fett]

Clone x OC Week: Day 1 - Intro/First Meeting

Captain Rex x Jedi!OC Talia Riva - from the fic Illicit Affairs

Note: So I had seen stuff for clone x oc week a bit ago, but life has been insane so I forgot about it until I saw a lot of stuff being shared yesterday and I wanted to participate but I had nothing for the Introduction/First Meeting prompt because I technically wrote Rex and Talia meeting already in IA but then the idea slammed into me "what if I wrote the meeting from Talia's perspective" and then BOOM months of writers block disappeared. This isn't beta'd and obviously all the dialogue was previously used, but it was fun to peer into Talia's head a little bit. Also special shoutout to the anon who sent me a message yesterday saying they missed Rex an Talia; this is for you. Thanks @clonexocweek for hosting an event for a community that truly does not get enough love.

Rating: This scene is just mature for some language and themes, but the overall fic is explicit 18+ !

Word Count: 2.3k

Talia knew how to blend in a crowd – much of her training had been spent teaching her how to get lost amongst people, make herself unnoticeable, or even manipulate the Force so she would be overlooked when she needed to be. It was a skill of hers she was confidant in enough to say she was good at it, which is why it was frustrating that she couldn’t shake this one drunk businessman.

Talia smiled up at the man pleasantly, masking the way she wanted to scowl at the obvious scent of liquor on his breath. She would nod and make agreeing sounds, while she tried to drown out whatever he was saying to her. She wasn’t even sure how he had cornered her in the first place, if he weren’t so drunk she would have assumed he had some special training of his own, but Talia supposed it was just the delusional persistence only an entitled man could posess.  She had been working the perimeter of the ballroom in Naboo’s Royal Palace, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary to try and see if the threat posed that evening was real or just false information. Her disguise as one of the Queen’s Handmaidens had been her idea with the support of the Council; the Republic presence was strong for the gala, and Anakin and Ahsoka were already out in the open as Jedi. If they wanted a chance to uncover any hazards to the evening, a bit of stealth was better than a show of strength. Just one of the methods Anakin and Talia frequently disagreed on, which was why he wasn’t aware of her attendance that evening. Perhaps it was her preoccupation with avoiding her fellow Jedi Knight that first allowed the man, whose name she purposely ignored, to corner her in the first place.

She had tried to excuse herself, citing some vague excuse of business but his persistence followed her into the hall, and Talia’s limited experience with men meant that she was running out of ideas on how to shake this guy while also focusing on her job. And she felt like she was about to lose all her sense of decorum if she had to listen to him talk about his starship modifications for a moment longer.

“Sounds fascinating, I’m sure you must be quite the handyman,” Talia cut the man off from his ramblings, hoping he would catch the sarcasm in her tone and finally catch the damn hint that she wasn’t interested. He was leaning on the wall beside her while looking down at her, and she was grateful in that moment that the dress she was wearing had such a high neck.

“Aww come on, I’ve been trying to picture what you look like without that dress on, and I think it would look much better on the floor of my –,” patience was a virtue for Jedi, but that was a skill Talia had much room to work on, which held true as she couldn’t hold her temper in and slapped the guy before he could finish his sentance. Perhaps it was a bit of an extreme reaction, but when the man just shook it off and smirked back down at her she was ready to swing again before she heard a clone’s voice calling down the hallway.

“Excuse me, miss; The Queen was requesting you,” Talia glanced to see a clone trooper walking down the hall; by his pauldron and kama she could guess he was an officer of some sort and Talia couldn’t ignore how perfect his timing was to be her literal knight in shining armor.

“Thank you, trooper. Could you escort me to her? It’s so crowded and I don’t want to keep Her Majesty waiting.” She turned back to the man, not at all trying to hide the relied and pleasure from her tone. “Apologies, sir, this conversation was truly… stimulating.”

She followed the clone down the corridor, and once they were far enough away she relaxed her shoulders and let out a sigh, “Maker, thank you. I’ve been trying to get rid of the slimo for the past half hour. I figured it wasn’t exactly appropriate for a representative of the Queen to deck one of the largest potential donors to her event, but as you could tell I lost that internal battle.”

“Not a problem, ma’am. All part of the job” The clone was still wearing his helmet bearing a Mandalorian design, jaig eyes if she remembered correctly, so she couldn’t see his expression but she could feel the smirk in his voice.

“I heard the troopers of the 501st were known for their quick thinking and heroics,” Talai started, for some reason unable to stop herself from rambling as the clone and her walked together. “Nice idea saying the Queen was summoning me, that’s the only thing he couldn’t have argued with.“

“How do you know I wasn’t telling the truth?”

“The Queen would send one of the other handmaidens, not a clone trooper.” She smiled up at him, searching for the eyes behind the vizor. “What’s your name?”

“Rex, ma’am.”

“Oh, so I have the pleasure of being rescued by the famous Captain Rex then?”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far-”

“About the rescue or the famous part?” OK maybe it was cruel to tease the officer on duty a bit, but Talia was enjoying her fun the one time a clone didn’t refer to her as ‘commander’ or now ‘general’ which she was still adjusting to. She was nineteen, dressed up in a gown on a night out at a fancy gala with a presumably handsome (considering what the clones looked like) man at her side; it felt like a touch of normalcy, a life she never would have so why not have a little fun and tease a little? And it seemed like she was slightly flustering the clone, as she could sense him fumbling for his words for a moment before he spoke again.

“I think he’ll have a mark from that backhand for a week. We could use fighters like you on the field with us.” Talia couldn’t help but chuckle at that slightly, if only he knew.

“Well, I don’t know about that. The truth is I’m not exactly great at these types of social engagements. I came to the hallway for some peace and quiet when Mr. Charm first cornered me. If only you had found me first,” ok her rambling had gone too far, some light teasing that ventured close to flirting was one thing, but she was definitely pushing her luck if she kept it up. “What I mean is, I owe you one, Captain.”

Talia was grateful that they finally arrived back at the ballroom, so she could be saved by the social ineptidude that had suddenly hit her. The gala was still in full swing, the voices and music bounced off the opulent marble walls. One could almost forget there was a war going on, had there not been troops posted at every entrance. The captain seemed to share her sentiments, as he surveyed the room shifting his weight between his feet.

“You know, you can stay and enjoy the party a little bit, I’m sure the food here is much better than your ration bars,” Talia suggested, knowing that the nutritional protein offered to troops was far from fine cuisine. Plus, if Rex serve dunder Anakin she knew the soldier deserved a break. “I’m sure the Republic won’t fall if you relax a little.”

“Hey Rex, anything going on?” Talia mentally swore as she heard Anakin’s voice; it was way too early for her cover to be blown. She couldn’t risk saying a goodbye, she slipped away from Rex’s side before Anakin could even notice her and disappeared into the crowd. She was on the other side of the room, behind a pillar when she finally glanced back to see Rex glancing around the room as Anakin teased him about something. Her moment of fun was good while it lasted, a break from work to enjoy herself a little but she had to get back to work and she had a feeling her true identity was going to be revealed before the night was over.

            Talia went back to the shadows after that, floating around the halls of the palace and watching over the ballroom as she felt necessary; perhaps the Republic’s caution wasn’t need and this was going to be just a Gala because as the night passed there were no threats to be found. She was standing against a wall, conveniently hidden by some decorative floral arrangement as she sipped on a glass of champagne when the Captain caught her eye again. She could tell her felt out of place, and she could feel the surge of panic that went through him as Representative Binks called his name. Talia set her glass aside, knowing it was her chance to return the Captain’s favor.

“Sorry to steal you away, Captain, but there’s some security info I think we should go over She steered Rex through the crowd and away from Jar Jar, who had already slammed into a waiter, causing glasses of champagne to shatter and conceal Rex’ escape.

“Well, I guess we’re even now.” The relief and gratitude were palpable on Rex’s voice,

            “Well, I wouldn’t be much of a lady if I didn’t return the favor,” Talia quipped, smirking up at him. “Besides, I haven’t had the pleasure of getting to know Representative Binks, but from what I understand he can be a bit – uh – overenthusiastic.”

Rex chuckled at that as they made their way into a long corridor. “That’s putting it mildly. He was told by Senator Amidala that he should receive combat training and he’s got it stuck in his head that I’m the one who should do it. I’m a good trainer, but I’m not a miracle worker. But I would gladly take his company over your friend from earlier.”

“Oh, Mr. ‘Invites-women-to-his-spaceship-so-it’s-harder-for-them-to-get-away’?” She cocked a brow at Rex as she leaned against the wall beside her. “Yeah, I don’t think he was a winner by any standard.”

“Are you sure?” Rex asked, mirroring her movement, and leaning on the wall across from her. “I think he almost won you over with the talk of his ‘personal modifications.’”

“Oh yes, of course. I was totally swooning over him; it was really rude of you to interrupt us.”. Her cheeks felt hot from how much she was smirking and trying to control her urge to laugh, she didn’t need to come off as a schoolgirl all because a man was talking to her but something about his charm was so effortless.

Rex motioned behind his shoulder in the direction of the ballroom, a grin tinting his voice. “I’m sure I can go find him again for you. I’d hate to think I ruined your night.”

Talia shook her head and softly smiled at him, “Far from it, Captain, you’re making this night a lot more interesting. Tell me, do you often go around parties rescuing damsels from terrible conversations with intoxicated men?”

“Only if they’re pretty blondes in black dresses.” Oh. Well, that was not as forward as she thought Rex would go, but Talia would be lying to herself if she didn’t feel her stomach twist at the compliment. She hoped her face wasn’t flushed completely red as she smirked back at him.

"Well, I guess I’m lucky that I fit into that box tonight, Captain,” she chuckled. Rex’s comm went off, making him mentally curse as he chided himself for getting so distracted on the job.

“Rex, it’s Jesse. Sid and Oak didn’t report in for their check-ins. Some of our guys have been having comm issues so it might be nothing but wanted to let you know.”

Talia was still new to being a Jedi Knight, but she had been training on the field long enough that she should have known just because a night seemed calm and that there was no obvious threat, didn’t mean there would be no threat. She had much to learn still, that was abundantly clear as she stood on the balcony after the fight with Ventress. Her gown had torn, which was a shame, but otherwise she was unharmed just exhausted with the threat of a migraine on the way with how much Anakin was going to annoy her about this. Luckily, he seemed distracted with checking in on how Senator Amidala was doing so for the moment it seemed she was reprieved. Rex was along the wall, being tended to by a medic so Talia took her moment to address her deceit now that her identity had been revealed.

“I do owe you an apology, Captain, for not being completely honest about who I am,” she said, awkwardly smiling to try and diffuse some of the tension she felt.

“Nothing to worry about mis—uh, Sir.” Rex insisted as his eyes met hers. Now that he was out of his helmet, her earlier presumptions proved correct and he was handsome. The blond hair was a surprise, she wondered if it was natural or if he bleached it. “I owe my apologies as well. I’m sorry if anything I did was out of line or – “

Talia laughed, raising her hands reassuringly at him. She couldn’t say what she was really feeling; that it was nice to feel like a normal girl at a party and having an attractive man call her pretty, but she felt that would cross all sort of appropriate boundaries.

“No, nothing at all; you made a boring party a lot more exciting.” She smiled at him and held out her hand to him. He accepted the handshake and returned a light smile as she formally introduced herself. “It was nice to finally meet the famous Captain Rex.”

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[random-writerings]

Clone x OC Week Day 1

Prompt: Introduction

Pairing: Maia & the Vanguard (platonic)

Set: During TCW

Word Count: 1068

Context: These intros actually take place a few chapters apart (hence why Maia is a bit more confident as a General in the second part) but I wanted to include all my boys.

“General on the bridge!” a voice shouted. The whole room stood to attention, surprising Maia as she stepped through the doorway. 

She stopped, not knowing how to respond. She looked around the room, searching for someone to point her in the right direction. Stars, she hadn’t felt this unsure of herself since the first time she arrived at the Temple.

“Um, hello,” she greeted them quietly, embarrassed at how timid she sounded. “Nice to meet you all.” 

Silence. 

Were they waiting for her to do something? Say something? What was she supposed to do? She didn’t know what she was doing, she didn’t belong here.

“Alright, back to your stations,” a clone called out. “We have a schedule to stick to.”

The troopers returned to whatever they were doing before she entered. Relief washed over Maia and she shot a grateful smile to the clone who spoke up. 

“Thank you. I’m sorry, I don’t really know how a military works. This is all so new to me.”

The clone was wearing a white helmet, but the ridges at the top and his visor were painted a pale blue. He stood with his back straight and his shoulders back, with his arms behind him. “No problem, General. Just doing my job.” 

Maia’s eyes scanned the bridge again, before returning to the clone in front of her. “Um, I’m looking for the Commander. Do you know where he is?”

“That’s me, General. Marshal Commander of the 202nd Corps, at your service.”

Maia let out a laugh. “Oh. Well, in that case, it’s good to meet you.”

“And you.”

“The information I was given was very, um … brief. I don’t even know your name, Commander.”

“The higher-ups usually refer to us by numbers. Mine is CC –”

“No,” Maia interrupted. She gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry, but I don’t agree with the Kaminoans on that. People should never be referred to by numbers. If I’m going to be in charge of these men, it’s only right that I call them by their names.”

The Commander didn’t speak for a moment. Because his helmet covered his face, it was hard for Maia to tell what he was thinking.

“Flint,” he eventually replied. “My brothers named me Flint.”

Maia smiled. “Flint. I’m Maia.” They both turned as the blue light of hyperspace shone through the front windows of the ship, reminding them why they were here. “Now, I believe you have some plans for me.”

“Yes, General.” He led her to a holotable and turned it on. A map of the planet they were heading to appeared. 

“One more thing. Would you mind removing your helmet? It might be easier to have a conversation if I can actually see you.”

“Of course, General.” 

Flint lifted his helmet, revealing his face. He looked the same as most clones Maia had already met. He had the same close-cropped black hair, the same brown eyes, and the same tanned skin. One thing that did set him apart from the others was the slit in his left eyebrow.

“Alright then, let’s get started.” 

~~~

“So, this is the team.” Maia stood next to Flint, appraising the clones in front of her as they prepared for the mission. “Tell me about them.” 

“That one there is Omen.” Flint pointed to a man cleaning his armour. His face was thinner than the other clones’, but other than that he shared the same facial features as his brothers. His hair was shaved at the sides and what was left on top was slicked back. “He’s a Lieutenant. Most people think he’s little weird but he specialises in stealth and infiltration, so an obvious choice for this mission. Next to him is Habit.” He pointed to a clone with a black tattoo running down his face from his hairline to his jaw. “He’s the medic. He can be a bit … neurotic. Likes things to be neat and organised. No idea how he’ll handle this, but he’s the best medic we have.”

Maia nodded. “Okay, we’ll keep an eye on him.”

“That one is Trix,” Flint continued, drawing her attention to the clone packing his bag. His hair was lighter than the others’, almost a dark brown instead of black. And, even though it was styled in the standard way, it was curlier and not as neat as Flint’s. “He’s one of the young ones – a shiny is what we call them. But he’s an ARC Trooper, and a damn good one at that. He may be a bit overexcitable but he’s an expert at recon and he’s our pilot. And lastly, we’ve got Buddy. He arrived recently but he’s seen a lot of action with his previous battalion.”

“Previous battalion?” Maia turned to him and frowned. “He’s not part of the 202nd?”

“No. He was transferred to us after his battalion was killed in action. Well, completely wiped out may be a more accurate description.”

“Why wasn’t I told?”

“Um, well, transfers technically fall under troop management, which is more my job than yours. You deal with the 202nd on a large scale level, while I deal with it on a small scale level. Meaning, I handle all of the more menial tasks, such as admin stuff, to ease the burden on you as our commanding officer.”

“I see. Well, I like to know what’s going on with my men. Please inform about these kind of changes from now on.”

“Yes, General.” Flint cleared his throat. “Buddy is a captain and an accomplished weapons expert. He has an abrasive personality and doesn’t really seem to mix well with others, but he can get the job done.”

Maia studied the man closely. He was checking his blaster, not interacting with the others. His head was shaved and he had a short beard on his chin with stubble across his jaw. He also had a large scar on his forehead, as well as what appeared to be a permanent frown on his face. Something that made him stand out immediately was his armour – parts of it were painted a dark gray, but there was no blue paint in sight. Anyone would think he didn’t belong with them. Maia could also see small tally marks on his left breast plate, over his heart. She was intrigued by him and also eager to welcome him properly. 

“Right. Make your final checks and we’ll be off.”

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HELLO HELLO!! :D

dropping some questions for this hot criminal 🥵:

🔥 What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

🔥 What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

🔥 Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

sending you much love!! ❤️‍🔥

Hello Casper love!

I'm so glad you asked!

🔥 1. What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

My initial thoughts were: a) I want a morally grey Slytherin. b) “Why are nearly all lovable rogue characters men?” (examples include Han Solo, Robin Hood, Flynn Rider, etc.) c) What could logically explain so much of the MC's wild in-game behavior? (I wanted to keep her fairly canon-compliant.)

To be a proper lovable rogue, Ellie had to have a sympathetic backstory, and since the MC seems to know some things about the wizarding world but not everything, to me that meant she wasn't purely muggle-raised. So, I made her a supposed Squib whose magical parents abandoned her out of shame. Ellie had to live on the streets and learn to take care of herself at an early age, turning to crime first out of necessity, then growing used to it as she got older.

A thief/rogue type would likely be skilled in running and climbing walls, stealth, breaking into places and stealing without getting caught, and generally unfazed by being chased by enemies. She’s charismatic and charming, everyone seems to listen to her and she can be very convincing (I imagine Ellie to be much less obvious than the canon MC when she's lying tho 👀)

🔥 6. What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

Mostly for the aesthetic, but with purpose too: I wanted her to have a pretty face as another tool for her to use to her advantage - easier to get away with her criminal activities and not be caught if she can look cute and innocent. She has hazel eyes just because I love them and think they’re really underrepresented in media. I am also incapable of making a character without some freckles. I gave her the eyebrow scar and haircut and the end of her 5th year both for a physical reminder of what she went through, and to mark the passage of time, but this probably just confuses everybody who sees screenshots of her and hasn't read my long-ass OC intro post 😅

🔥 20. Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favorite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about.

I don’t think I’ve written anywhere yet that she has ADHD (undiagnosed obviously, because 1800s.) So she’s off in her own world sometimes and gets distracted, fidgets when she has to be still for a long period of time, and can get very irritated if she’s disrupted while she's focused on something. She's also spontaneous, a creative thinker, has a lot of energy and a good sense of humor. She's the type who might seem intimidating at first, but she's silly and has a soft heart deep down, despite her hard upbringing.