Me When I Realized Wrecker Is A Alpha Clone

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Clone trooper facts and confessions;

• Fives cannot drive to save his life. He cannot also park. He’ll make Echo get out and assist, which usually results in run over feet. • Cody is the safest driver and will literally scream at you until you put your god dam seatbelt on. • Echo doesn’t like the colour green and says it just looks like mould. That means all of Yoda’s trooper have been dubbed “the mouldy brigade.” Rex does not encourage this… Rex does encourage this. • Wolffe once hit Cody round the face with a frying pan when out in the field at night, because he was skulking about exploring and Wolffe thought he was a droid. It was the closest thing to hand. • Rex once lost Anakin on a night out and spent a good four hours trying to find him around Coruscant. In the end, he contemplated running away and becoming a loth cat farmer. It turns out he’d disappeared back to base. Which Rex knows is code for “Padme” • Rex knows about Padme. He’s pretty insulted that Anakin thinks he doesn’t know. • Hardcase once threw a bath bomb into a washing machine when he was bored just to see what would happen. • Anakin had one of his robes stained pink and glittery after a bath bomb entered it. Magic.   • Kix actually hates getting vaccinations and will cry if you stab him with a needle. • Kix once at all the lollipops he had after getting a flu vaccine because it really hurt. • Wolffe once cried at a cute dog video. • Wolffe cries at every cute dog video. • Cody and Rex have matching tattoos on their ankles, that are both badly done and misspelled. Mandoa word for brother. But it actually spells bother. • Fives has seen Rex’s terrible tattoo. • Rex once got so drunk that he gave Anakin life advice. Not about Padme or like battle strategies but how to make the perfect toast. • Echo can solve a rubix cube in like a minute. • Fives can peel the stickers off a rubix cube. • Echo has a pile of blankets that he’s stolen from the store cupboard. He’s built like a little nest. • Rex doesn’t have favourites. But it’s defiantly Echo. He actually doesn’t cause him to age 30 years and mass amounts of stress. • Echo once coloured in Five’s adult colouring book of flowers in a fit of passive aggressive rage.

Love at First Dance

Dancing Clone X Gen.Jedi Reader

Master List

Okay, this is a drabble inspired by a post @skybson had of different clones, and I saw this guy and immediately fell in love so I had to write about him

Anyways, enjoy!

You walked into the bar with your men, and immediately Sans shouted for shots. You rolled your eyes at your commander as he ran over to the bar, Hex and Steele close behind. You laughed at your boys, the rest of the 17th wandering around to various corners of 79’s.

“You going to be alright, General?” Tie asked as he and Bomber waited by your side. You gave him a smile before nodding your head.

“Go have your fun, boys,” you said before watching them hurry over to the bar where Sans was already downing his third shot, Steele cheering him on while joined by Hex (for once). You preferred to get a feel of the night before you had any alcohol. It was better to judge how tipsy you should get before you start, so you know when to call it quits.

As you wandered around, greeting various clones who recognized you, you had a feeling this was going to be a more sober night. Something told you that it would be better to have a clear mind to think with later. Not that there was going to be a threat, but you felt as though an interesting but strange opportunity was going to present itself.

“Care to grab a drink with me?” A bold clone said as he walked over to you. He gave you a once over then raised a brow to you.

“Thanks, but I don’t plan on drinking tonight,” you replied.

“Alright, it was worth a shot,” he shrugged. “Enjoy your night,” he said before giving you a smile and walking back over to his brothers. The clones were gentlemen, really. You couldn’t believe how some generals, like Pong Krell, didn’t have any respect for them. It always struck you how kind they were. They were considerate, always respecting your decisions. Never once had a clone made you feel pressured or guilted into anything. If you rejected them, they always took it with a smile and didn’t dwell on it. Well, except Sans of course. Your commander had proclaimed that he would be successful in winning your heart one day and marry you. You always rolled your eyes at this and laughed, though it only seemed to spur him on more.

You looked back out into the bar, and your eyes landed on a clone who looked like he was having the time of his life while dancing. You giggled to yourself, wondering how drunk he had to be. You decided to get up and go find out, slowly making your way over.

At first, you merely sat at the bar he was dancing next to. You wanted to observe him a bit more before actually talking to him. He didn’t seem to notice your presence, as he kept on happily dancing.

“Can I get you something to drink?” One if the server droids asked at it came over to you.

“Uh, just a water for now, please,” you replied. Unbeknownst to you, the dancing clone had heard the little interaction and it sparked his interest. The droid came back over and handed you your water, which you took a sip of immediately.

You let a little yelp out as you were pulled off your seat. Right after you had placed your glass down, a hand had met yours and pulled you onto the floor, spinning you around. You heard a light chuckle as you steadied yourself, shaking your head at the slight dizziness. When you looked up, the clone who had been dancing was giving you a cheeky smile.

“Sorry, you just looked like you wanted to have some fun,” he said as he held out his hand.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” you laughed as you grabbed it. “What’s your name?”

“Name?” He asked. “I…don’t have a name. I have a number, it’s CT-“

“No,” you said, suddenly covering his mouth with your hand, shocking him slightly. “Don’t tell me your number. I don’t want to know that. You’re a human, you deserve a name.” You lowered your hand to reveal a smile on his face.

“Alright then. What should my name be, sweetheart?”

“Kriff if I know,” you laughed again. “I don’t even know anything about you.”

“Well, then I guess you’ll have to get to know me,” he said as he spun you around again. This time, you were prepared and didn’t end up getting dizzy. You ended up in his arms and he gave you another cheeky grin.

“What’s your name then, sweetheart?” He asked as he let you go to dance in front of you.

“Hmm. I’ll make you a deal,” you said.

“That’s a weird name,” he laughed.

“Shut up!” You rolled your eyes and laughed at his joke. “I’ll tell you my name when we figure out yours, deal?”

He paused his dancing for a second to think. “Alright, deal,” he said while holding out his hand for you to shake. Only, when you grasped his hand, he pulled you towards him and swept you off your feet, spinning in a circle as he held you. You gasped at his actions before he chuckled and set you back down, going straight back to dancing.

“How drunk are you?” You questioned as he got really into his dancing.

“I haven’t had a single drink tonight,” he responded, winking at you. “I’m just this fun.”

“Really? Why do I not believe you?”

“Because no one ever does,” he chuckled. “I really am just a party animal, though.”

“Well, that much I know is true,” you said as you watched him.

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to dance, sweetheart?” He asked, giving you another grin.

“Oh no, I don’t dance,” you replied, attempting to go back to the bar stool he had pulled you from. But he didn’t like that idea so he grabbed your waist and pulled you away from it.

“I’ll teach you, then,” he said.

“We’re supposed to be figuring out your name, not teaching me to dance,” you giggled as he began moving hilariously in front of you.

“We can multitask,” he said before taking your hand and guiding you. You stumbled around a lot at first, but slowly gained confidence in your moves. Soon, you both were dancing around in your little spot near the bar. Every so often one of you would make a comment and the other would laugh. You were already having one of the most fun nights of your life with him, and it had just started.

After a while, you both were tired so you decided to go back to the bar and get more water. You talked casually, eventually ending up back on the topic of his name.

“What about Juke?” You said as you lifted your glass to take another drink.

“Juke?” He asked, also taking a sip of his water.

“Yeah, like a jukebox.”

“That’s awful,” he laughed.

“Hey! I don’t hear you coming up with any.”

“What about ‘Dancing King’?”

“And you said mine was ridiculous!” You laughed.

“At least mines accurate.”

“Well you need a jukebox for good music to dance to,” you said.

“Still doesn’t work,” he laughed.

You set you glass down and looked at him. You could tell he had worked up a sweat while dancing, but it didn’t seem to bother him. His uniform still looked fresh even after hours of dancing.

“What about Jazster?”

“I really hope you don’t have kids someday,” he laughed in response. You gave him a shocked expression, your mouth gaping at his comment.

“I’ll have you know I can come up with good names, I’m just trying to think of one that might describe a party animal.”

“You sure about that, sweetheart?”

“Yes, I’m very sure.”

“Are you more sure than you are good at dancing?” He teased, to which you playfully slapped his shoulder.

“What?” He laughed, “I was just wondering.”

“Mhmm,” you said while turning to your glass.

“It looks like you have some jealous admirers,” he said while nodding to the other side of the bar. You look over and spot Tie and Bomber staring down the clone next to you.

“Oh, they’re just making sure you don’t hurt me,” you said as you waved them off. “They’re in my battalion.”

“Wait, you’re a Jedi?”

“Yup. General of the-wait, no, then you’ll know my name.”

“Ah, come on sweetheart. You should just tell me now. We’re never going to find a good name for me.”

“Nope, we’re going to spend all night together if we have to. You’re getting a name.” He merely rolled his eyes at you before grinning.

“If we spend all night together, I hope you at least learn to dance. I’ve been trying to teach you for how long?”

“I’m getting better!” You defended.

“Yeah, you’re about as good as a droid’s aim.”

“Keep it up and I’ll call you ‘Worm’ after the dance move,” you jokingly threatened.

“Now that’s a good name,” he laughed.

“No way. You’re not calling yourself Worm.”

“Why not?”

“Because! There has to be a better name out there.”

“Let me know when you find it,” he said before getting up and beginning to dance around again. You sat and watched him, smiling as he enjoyed himself. It wasn’t long before he pulled you to join him again, laughing as he proudly danced like a dork. You continued to dance for another hour or so, until you were both worn out.

“I think I’m about ready to call it a night,” you said, perched on a bar stool again. He had been dancing in front of you while you rested your legs, almost beginning to shake from exhaustion.

“Aww, that’s too bad,” he replied. “Though I should probably be getting some rest soon, too.”

“Walk me out?” You asked, and he grinned as he took your hand, leading you out of 79’s.

“So, have you decided on a name yet?” You asked as you stood outside the bar.

“You know, Juke’s kind of grown on me,” he said.

“I thought you said it was awful?”

“Well, I kept thinking about it, and I actually think I like it. I think it fits.”

“Well, I’m glad to have helped you find a name. I really enjoyed tonight, Juke. Im glad I met you.”

“I had a great time tonight as well. And thank you, for the name, sweetheart,” he said.

“It’s a lot better than a number,” you replied. “Hopefully I’ll see you around. Goodnight, Juke.”

“Wait, we found out my name, but I never got yours,” Juke said as you began to turn away.

“Y/n,” you said, looking back at him.

“Y/n…” he repeated slowly, another grin coming to his face. “Can I have this last dance, y/n?” He asked, holding out his hand.

“But there’s no music out here,” you laughed.

“We don’t need music. We just need us.” You bit your lip at his clever comment. You slowly grabbed his hand, to which he pulled you in close. This wasn’t the wild, upbeat dancing you had been doing inside the bar. It was slow, sensual in a way. You were close to him, and you looked up to see him staring back down at you. You felt a red tinge come to your cheeks as your eyes met.

“Y/n, do you believe in love at first sight?” Juke asked quietly. Your eyes widened slightly, heart rate increasing as you took in his words.

“I can’t say I do…” you replied slowly.

“Hmmm. What about love at first dance?” He tried, raising a brow at you. You bit your lip as another smile graced your features.

“Possibly,” you trailed.

“Then, I guess I’m possibly in love with you.”

“You barely know me.”

“That’s why I said possibly. I want to get to know you more. I need to, because I never dance with anyone, sweetheart. Not even my vod. But something about you, y/n, drew me in tonight. And I think it might be love.”

“Well, I suppose we’ll just have to find out, then,” you replied. You watched as his eyes widened the tiniest bit, pupils going just a bit darker. His gaze darted to your lips, and before he could make the move, you brought yours up to meet his. It was deep and passionate, the kind of kiss lovers would share, not people who had just met. Your hands wrapped around his neck as his slid to your waist.

“My body isn’t the only thing that can dance. My tongue can dance too,” he said between kisses. The comment made you pull back to give him a questioning look.

“What?” He chuckled. “I thought it worked.”

“Not even close,” you giggled.

“It made you laugh, and you’re still here so it couldn’t have been that bad.” You rolled your eyes before you brought your lips back to his.

“I think we should take this dance to a private room,” he said after another minute.

“Now that one worked,” you said as you pulled away again. You grabbed his hand and led him down the street to a nice looking hotel. You quickly got a room and once inside, your tongues went back to dancing with each other. Your bodies did a tango of their own throughout the night, more passionate than sexy at times. They moved perfectly with each other, neither of you ever missing a beat. Let’s just say he was as good, if not better, in bed than he was at dancing.

The next morning, you woke up to Juke’s arms wrapped around you securely. His warm breath fanned the nape of your neck as your back pressed into him. You relished in his warmth and contentment, feeling his pure bliss through the force. You gently turned around to face him, and he instinctively held you tighter. He buried his head into the crook of your neck and you let a small giggle shake your chest.

“Good morning, Juke,” you mumbled into him.

“Mmm, not yet,” he said, moving to tangle his legs with yours. You giggled again, running a hand up and down his back, causing him to sigh and relax further onto you.

“You tired yourself out dancing last night, huh?” You said as you brought your hand to run through his hair.

“Tired myself out with you,” he whispered, barely audible. You felt yourself blush at the comment, remembering your activities after the bar. He must have decided he was rested enough then, as he lifted himself off of you and leaned in for a quick kiss before getting out of the bed. You held in a whimper, missing the heat of his body. You sat up yourself, pulling the covers over your bare body as it was slightly chilly in the room.

“I really had a lot of fun last night, Juke,” you said from your spot on the bed.

“I did too, sweetheart. I’d love to do it again, and soon.”

“That would be wonderful,” you said, finally getting up yourself. You both dressed and left the room, heading back to the temple together.

At the temple, you exchanged comm channels and said your goodbyes. And like you had said, you met up again, spending many more nights dancing at 79’s. But, like all good things, it came to an end. A very abrupt one.

Order 66 was executed throughout the galaxy. Clones everywhere killed their Jedi generals, and the Jedi who survived went into hiding. You found yourself hiding months later on your homeworld of Dohbar, the planet being blockaded by your Navy to keep any Imperial ships from entering. Little did you know, however, a certain clone had managed to sneak through. When you saw him, his whole body shook as he tried to resist the order, the urge to sink a million blaster shots into your chest. Thankfully, before he could pull the trigger on his blaster, you managed to knock him out by force-throwing him into the wall. You then had a nurse remove his chip. You stayed by his side until he woke up, and when he did, he started to sob over his actions. He apologized profusely, before you interrupted him.

“It wasn’t your fault, Juke! Don’t blame yourself! You did everything you could possibly have done to resist! And I’m okay! You’re okay!” He stared up at you from his bed before he stood up.

Juke stuck his hand out slowly towards you, palm facing upwards.

“Can I have this dance?” He asked, tears halting at the rim of his eyes. He looked desperate, as if he had to make sure you were really there and really still loved him.

“But there’s no music in here,” you laughed sadly, remembering the first night you had met when he said almost those exact words.

“We don’t need music. We just need us,” he replied. You practically fell into his arms, and he held you while swaying back and forth softly, tears falling down his face.

After that day, you lived happily together on Dohbar. You raised a force-sensitive daughter that you named Jazzmine, and you taught her how to use the force while Juke taught her how to dance.

From the day you met, to the day you died, every night you fell asleep happily thinking about how you had fallen in love at first dance.

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