Cody was watching Obi-Wan from across the hallway when he heard a familiar voice behind him, almost startling him to death.
“What´re you looking at?” Rex asked, watching over his shoulder.
Cody was trying to stop his heart from racing. “Nothing,” he feigned confusion.
Rex gave him a look that told him he called bullshit, positioning his own head in his line of view, attempting to see what Cody saw moments earlier. “…Ah,” was all he said when he spotted Obi-Wan, deep in conversation with another Jedi.
“What?” asked Cody, now annoyed.
Rex chuckled, patting Cody´s shoulder, their colliding pieces of armor producing a metallic clank. “Nothing.”
An hour later, everyone had gathered in the temple´s hangar. They´d been called together to get assigned to each
other, commanders and captains to their generals. To their Jedi. The process hadn´t started yet. Half the Jedi
weren´t even present yet, so the air was filled with chatter.
“You know he watches you too, right? Every time you´re not looking.” Rex said, not looking at Cody. Instead, Cody saw, he
was watching Obi-Wan across the hangar, who was once again talking to a young Jedi.
God, that boy can´t be older
than twenty, he thought, and they´re sending him to war.
“Who is?” Cody asked, unwilling to admit he knew exactly who he´s talking about – unwilling to admit that he´s
looking at him.
“The one with the… hair,” Rex said, gesturing towards his own neck.
There was still loud chattering among those present – talks that started in speaking volume, voices raised as the
groups grew, each trying to drown out the others to be heard.
“Stand fast,” came a shout, directed at the Clones. “Alright everyone, silence please!” Mace Windu was making
himself heard across the spacious hall.
The Clones went into their assigned positions, standing at attention.
When he was sure he had everyone´s attentiveness, he continued. “After careful consideration, Master Yoda and I have concluded who we think would work best with each unit. We will assign you to each other now. Get to know
each other, learn to trust each other – You will be fighting a war together.” When no one voiced any objection, he
went on.
“Master Unduly, you´ll take the 41st Elite Corps under Commander Gree; Anakin Skywalker. To the 501st Legion
under Captain Rex; Master Secura, the 327th Star Corps under Commander Bly.”
Everyone called upon started joining their assigned Generals and Commanders. The list went on for a while before
Obi-Wan heard his own name being called.
“Master Kenobi, 212th Attack Battalion under Commander Cody.”
Cody´s head shot around to where Master Windu was speaking, seeing Obi-Wan approaching from the corner of
his eye. He was striding towards him, smiling confidently, his hands clasped behind his lower back.
“Sir,” Cody exclaimed, standing at attention, unmoving, his palms pressed flat against the outside of his thighs.
Master Windu still spoke, now nothing more than a muffled background noise in Cody´s ears, drowned out by the
beat of his own heart.
Obi-Wan chuckled. “Rest.” He reached out a hand, and Cody reluctantly took it. Immediately, Obi-Wan´s other
hand came up to cup Cody´s, giving it a friendly squeeze. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I suppose we´ll be
spending a lot of time together from now on,” Obi-Wan said, a beaming smile lighting up his whole face.
“CC-2224, Sir, nickname´s Cody.” He didn´t know why he was nervous.
“Cody. Suits you,” Obi-Wan remarked with a grin.
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makes me a little sad when star trek ignores IDIC. like. vulcans are logical. that is true. But 'logical', for vulcans, does not amount to 'without compassion,' and it definitely doesn't amount to 'racial superiority.' Belief in 'infinite diversity in infinite combinations' should NOT result in the weird racist/speciest stuff we're getting in some of the newer treks. It does make sense that some vulcans are discriminatory. They're still flawed. But that should not be common or expected, like it seems to be in SNW. If it is, then it's a race of hypocrites, which. doesn't seem very true to Star Trek's message.
I think TOS Spock does a pretty good job of embodying this. Not always, it was the 60s, after all, but mostly. He was often trying to find non-violent routes, and get by without killing - even if they were in danger or had already been attacked. (See: the mugato, and the horta (until Kirk was the one in danger, lmao. t'hy'la > IDIC), the Gorn ship). Kirk, in his eulogy, calls him the most human soul he's ever known, and I've always read that as Kirk calling out Spock's overwhelming compassion.
It's just so much more interesting when Vulcans get to be radically compassionate. I want them to believe that everything and everyone has value. I want them to respect all ways of being. I want them to find ways for even very non-humanoid aliens to exist unfettered in society. I want them to see hybrids and think that it's amazing. Also, like, disability rep. I want Vulcans to have The Most Accessible Planet and available resources because they want everyone to feel accepted and valued. It makes for better characters and more interesting stories.
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The bois from 1989
I watched the second trailer for Despicable Me 4 and was left with a mental breakdown. I can’t. I can’t handle this. I guess at this point Gru’s character is completely assassinated by Illumination themselves and there is no bringing him back to how badass and cool he was in the first two movies (ESPECIALLY in the very first one yeah). I drew and completed this artwork before the trailer came out today, but now I want it to be a memorial of a prequel that will never happen because this studio is not interested in expanding the story on who were supposed to be two of its main characters, its focus completely shifted towards minions. And stupid, childish and mostly unfunny gags.
We will never see a glimpse of those almost 40 years Gru and Nefario had spent working together in between of “Minions: The Rise of Gru” and “Despicable Me 1”. We only heard their glory days being mentioned two or three times throughout the movies. But we never saw them and most probably never will. The only thing that we can do here is just use our imagination. I used mine and drew this.
Did quite a long research on men’s fashion of 80s. Gru is around 24-25 here and Nefario is 46-47, something like that. His hair already gradually goes gray, but the SWAG is still there.
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