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Palpatine’s Journey

gt-abby is doing great things, her work is absolutely adorable. Like, I just want to pinch Omega's cheeks in this artwork. And the story is a whole new level of wholesome! Truely, a piece of work beyond its time.

Echo and Omega

Omega was sitting on the dashboard of the marauder, watching the people of Pabu through the windshield. She wished she could be part of that life again and wondered when the effects of the shrinking would wear off so she could go out and play again- well, as if Hunter will let her.

She heard footsteps on the stairs leading to the hanger of the ship, and guessing by the metallic sound and heaviness, it was Echo, who came into view not long after. He seemed to be looking for something around the ship when he laid eyes on her and a smile grew on his face.

“There you are, I’ve got you something” he said softly as he approached and sat on the chair next to her, rubbing his finger on her hair lightly, though she still felt him slightly pressing her down as he did so.

“What is it?” her eyes shone with anticipation, looking up at his mischievous face as he pulled out something tiny and pink out of his pocket. Omega’s eyes grew as she realized what it was. Echo raised the item up to her, lifting it to her chest level to see if it would fit.

“A dress!” She took it from him and held it out,looking closer at it. It even had embroidery on it, as if made by people of her size.

“Well, will you try it on?” He asked her, pleased that she liked his present.

“Where did you get it?”

“Oh, nothing special, someone was selling doll clothes on the market by the port.” He heard her giggle as she went behind a monitor and changed quickly, walking out soon after with the biggest smile on her face.

“It’s perfect.” She hugged his pointer finger. Echo’s heart melted when he felt her hug. Part of him wished she could stay like this forever, but he knew that would be cruel to her. She’s her own person, after all, and she deserved er freedom, just like every clone should. “Thank you.”

“Aww, it’s nothing.” He chuckled at the sheer cuteness of it all. He wished in all of his heart that he could hug her back, but alas, his other hand wasn’t there anymore.

An idea came to his head and he told her to wait a moment. He got up and walked over to the wall port mainly he used, given he was the only one with a droid arm. Pushing it in, his brain was suddenly filled with all the data of the ship. This always felt weird to him, even if he thought he started getting over it, like he could see, hear and control everything. He chose to change the mood inside the hanger. Music started playing from all over, something calm yet playful. He came back to Omega and held out his hand to her, as if asking her to dance. Omega, full of excitement, graciously accepted and held out her tiny hand and placed it onto his. She began dancing, twirling in place As he held her for support. It was as if everything was normal, and she forgot all about her predicament.

They played like that for what seemed like hours, without getting tired. As if they were completely alone in the galaxy and all of their worries were gone. They almost didn’t feel Hunter walking in, and he watched that unforgettable moment between the two of them as he didn’t have the heart to disturb them.. finally, when Echo turned round, feeling Hunter’s presence, his big smile shrunk when he saw they weren’t alone. Hunter, though, had the biggest smile on his face.

“Please don’t stop on my account.” He said, leaning his body on the metal wall and crossing his arms.

“Hunter!” Omega’s tiny voice squeaked from the dashboard and Echo moved away so they could see each other. “Look, Echo got me a dress! Isn’t it pretty?” She spun in place too show him. Hunter laughed and got closer to see.

“Wow, that’s so nice of you, Echo,” Hunter turned around to look at his cyborg brother, who was blushing slightly. But of course, Hunter could see everything, so he noticed. “It even has tiny embroidery.” Hunter used his finger to brush across Omega’s small figure to feel the tiny stitches. “It’s like it was made just for you, Omega,” Hunter could sense Echo hiding something as he looked away from them. Omega didn’t notice, but Hunter could swear he saw Echo’s blush deepen. Almost like… he made that dress himself.

Here you go lovely rats, A practice of mine from a while ago on digital graphite, kinda like it. 🐀❤️

FINALLY! (Click for better quality, looks better up close)

after several days of working on this piece, I have finished! Helped freshen up on some of my art skills and such.

So, ya'll may be wondering as to who in the kark this girl is? Welp, do ya'll remember my pieces of my clone trooper Shrike? This is Shrike, they are the one and the same. Now bear with me, I know that some may think that is stupid and doesn't make sense. So I will be explaining that in a sec. I have been waiting to go into detail about Shrike's background and info till I have their face design, and such, done. So now is the time to get into what is my cringe worthy thoughts of my clone trooper Sonna. HORRAY!

(take note that these are at risk of change)

Background:

A long while back, the Kaminoans were doing a series of tests to perfect their decommissioning tactics. Using the cloning material of REDACTED, they cloned a total of 666 test subjects.

They were not given increased aging as that was still in the works

Each subject was killed off, one by one, till they got to the youngest of them, EDC-666. At that point, the kaminoans had just about lost interest and the last clone was left to rot, forgotten, in a crypto pod.

Fastforward to about 9-10 years before the start of the clone wars, A kaminoan assistant happened upon the forgotten clone. Bringing up their finding to the head scientists, it was decided after much heated debate that the random subject would be used for a side training experiment.

Thus, EDC-666 became ECT-666.

Training:

It was decided that ECT-666 would be trained in assassination and black ops training.

Most of their weapon training specialized with melee weapons for quieter executions.

ECT-666's favoritism of longer blades and throwing knives did not go unnoticed.

Due to their small size, they exceled at stealth and hiding.

As a result of ECT-666's obvious difference in appearance to the other clones, they were trained separately, and not permitted to be seen by anyone else but the kaminoans and the trainers.

A good portion of their usual trainers showed disgust towards ECT-666. Many interactions left them with bruises or at worst a broken bone or two.

This led to ECT-666 having to learn to see to their own wounds, in fear of the Kaminoans seeing them as a damaged product.

In addition, a chunk of ECT-666's training followed the ARC-trooper programs. So, they were unofficially, partially trained as an arc.

Physical Apperance:

At the start of the clone wars, ECT-666 is roughly 15 years of age, standing at exactly 5'0.

They are of female origin, are naturally blond, with blue-green eyes (Hazel?).

Receives during their time in the war several scars; one traces across their right eye and nose, an acid burn scar on the left cheek that resulted in lack of said cheek, spiderweb like scars on their right arm from blacking and explosion, and various other small scars here and there. A singular scar runs around their left shoulder, was a result of a training session that went too far.

Mental State:

Unknown to the Kaminoans, ECT-666 has some of the memories of the other clones like them from the decommissioning tests. Most of said memories were of their deaths and the harsh treatments they received. They most come from nightmares and when they get a sense of deja vu. ECT-666 has no idea as to why, but they don't let it slip.

Due to the collective trauma; of watching clones being decommissioned, grueling training, and somehow having a vast number of the memories of the other clones of REDACTED. ECT-666 suffers from PTSD, depression, anxiety, and stress.

ECT-666 most likely has ADHD that they inherited from their template. Additionally, they are semi on the autistic scale.

Has zero self-restraint to jump headfirst into danger.

There will be more to come soon, so keep your eyes out for it! ❤️🐀

I HAS RISEN FROM MY COFFIN!

Sorry to all you wonderful people for not posting much as of late, life is a pain at times. But I have been compiling some writing ideas and chapters for a series that I have stated during my absence. In addition, I have been fleshing out a personal clone trooper sonna cause I'll do whateva the H-E-double F#ck I want. My brain has been going bananas with ideas and character concepts, so I'm just rolling with it. Again, I'm sorry to keep you lovely people waiting, just expect some writings/drawings soon.

Littlest Clone (Bad Batch G/t) Ch 3

Chapter 3: Handling it well

When Omega started to stir from sleep she was ready to get up and start the ‘day’ so to speak but she couldn’t help but notice the odd position she was sleeping in and what against she was sleeping on.

It breathed!

With great exhaustion tugging at her eyes she managed to peel them open to see she was resting against a giant chest

And then the memories hit her

‘It…It wasn’t just a bad dream…’ She realized in her thoughts as she tensely looked up to see the underside of Hunter's large face, leaning against his free hand in what appeared to be the cockpit seat.

She seemed to freeze in his hand but why was she so afraid? Hunter was her brother…plus now that she thought about it he did save her from a pretty fatal fall.

Hunter could feel the little life in his hands wake by the quickened pace of her heartbeat and the stiffness in her bones as she must have remembered. He would have been straight to checking her if this was any normal circumstance but he’d take it slow until she was ready.

After her pulse slowly returned to more normal beating he opened his eyes and slowly looked down where big hazel ones stared in awe at him from his slightly curled hand.

“Hey…” Omega whispered after a short bit of simply staring at each other.

Hunter felt a small tug at his lips as he blinked warmly to her, “Hey…How are you feeling?”

Omega relaxed her shoulders as she crossed her legs and took a look around her, “Small…”

Hunter couldn't help but huff a laugh, sending the short locks of her blonde hair moving, “Yea I see that...I guess whatever that witch did to you…worked.”

Omega felt prickles of worry go down her spine remembering how strange the direct hit felt and how painful the transformation was, “W-What if i’m stuck like this! I wanna go on missions and-and meet people!”

Hunter used his other hand to gently cup around her shoulders as he brought her closer to his face, “Omega, Breathe- We’ll figure this out alright? Tech knows about these witches so he-”

“W-wait you’re going to show me to them- Like this?” Omega shifted uncomfortably as she clutched her hands. Hunter frowned a bit, “Omega…They’d never hurt you- Big or small, Nothing changes, We adapt remember?”

“I know I just…I dunno…” Omega deflated and felt guilty for doubting her brother's intentions like this, but even when she was normal size sometimes her brothers could be intense with their handling and volume of voice.

Hunter sighed and slowly stood from his seat, cupping Omega close, “We’re going to figure this out, I promise…”

Before she knew it Omega was standing on a table, being stared at by all three of them. Wrecker was slack jawed, Tech wasn’t even paying his holopad any mind, and Echo just looked like he was in doubt.

“You’re…” Echo started

“SO CUTE!” Wrecker finished for him as he suddenly scooped Omega up into even larger fists than Hunters, She let out a startled scream as her one fear from this came true. In any other moment where she wasn't only five inches tall she would laugh and love the affection but being how she was with an enormous and very rough Wrecker this was a rollercoaster she did not wish to be on.

Thankfully Hunter immediately stepped in to grab Wrecker's wrist from jolting around more and used his free hand to pluck Omega up, “EASY Wrecker! She isn’t a toy!”

Omega felt like she was going to be sick from all the whiplash she was receiving but she managed to keep it down as she groaned and buried her head into Hunter's fingers.

Wrecker immediately winced back at the scolding and clenched his fists to his chest seeing how the little Omega was looking pale and upset from his outburst, “I- I’m sorry! She’s just so LITTLE- well…Littler.”

“How did this…even happen?” Echo finally spoke, being tense watching the whole ordeal. Tech finally budged in his frozen state to answer, “That nightsister. She must have used some sort of curse on Omega…”

Echo scoffed, “What? But Magic isn’t…real!”

“Yea well it’s real now. Listen up boys” Hunter grunted as he got everyone's attention, cupping his other hand over Omega in a protective ball,  “This is a delicate situation for all of us but ESPECIALLY for Omega. Everything is times ten for her right now so until we figure this out and break whatever curse this is- We are toning it down, Got it Wrecker?”

Wrecker guiltily nodded his head, glancing nervously to the enclosed hands where Omega managed to stop feeling endlessly dizzy.

Tech and Echo exchanged a look and Tech prompted Hunter to join him to a workstation, “We should see what we’re working with…” 

“Right…Omega?” Hunter's voice was gentle as he removed his balled hands where Omega looked pale but reoriented, “You alright if Tech takes a look at you?”

She hesitantly nodded, knowing Tech was more slow and precise with his movements. Tech seemed tense himself as he unfolded his hand by Hunters and waited patiently for Omega to gather her courage and tap over to the new surface before immediately crouching and holding onto Techs fingers.

It was hard for Omega to meet his observant eyes through his goggles but she could tell he was noting and analyzing every aspect of her- but not HER. Omega didn't like the feeling of all this; being scooped up, looked at like some creature, exchanged from hand to hand- But frankly however long this situation would end up being she was going to get a lot of that.

“This is so…bizarre, shifting from one mass in reduction isn’t even physically possible but nothing of your bone structure or organ function is warped or scarred in any way!”  Tech exclaimed as he reached over to his holopad and hovered it around her. "Lucky...me?" Omega lightly chuckled as she glanced over at Hunter who was breathing through his nose at this point.

Not one of his smarter ideas for introducing her to the others.

“So she isn’t gonna get any smaller…?” Hunter asked, crossing his arms tight as Tech proceeded to sort of hover her to his eyes. Omega couldn’t help but feel nervous at the fact she was so close she could see her reflection into his goggles.

“Hm? No, I don't think so. I’m not picking up any more energy readings in her blood, but all of this- it’s…almost impossible to explain in scientific terms…”

Omega sulked down, It wasn’t good when even Tech was stumped, “Am…Am I stuck like this?”

Tech finally broke from his studying trace to see how grim and upset Omega was in his hands. He didn’t understand how most people worked but something compelled him to take a less robotic approach and with careful fingers he tapped the top of her head.

“That is why I said ‘almost’ impossible…I believe we can find a solution to this…” Tech assured with a softer voice, Omega looked up with worried but hopeful eyes, “...How?”

“The target did this…Maybe she can undo this.” Tech suggested as he looked to Hunter and extended his hand to give Omega to him. Hunter was tense for the most part of the examination but he soon relaxed as he gently cupped around Omega and lifted her to his chest.

“It was a risk when we tried to approach her before all this, how are we going to get this witch to willingly reverse what she did?” 

Before Tech could respond with a suggestion the ship's comms beeped.

“Hunter we got a problem!” Echo called from the cockpit. Hunter and Tech exchanged a look before speed walking to the front. Omega clutched to Hunter's curled fingers as she saw they were now out of hyperspace and now in front of an imperial cruiser.

“We arrived at our stopping coordinates but so did the Empire,” Echo explained with an annoyance in his voice, he moved seats as Tech came up behind him to take the reins, “What's more we are being hailed by a patrol…”

Another beep came from the consol as a regs voice spoke, “Unidentified attack shuttle please transfer your clearance code and mission statement.” 

Hunter gave a brief nod to Tech and nudged his head at Wrecker in a silent command where he quickly headed to the back to the gunner's seat.

Tech quickly typed in a code and waited with tension as a longer than needed pause sounded, “Shuttle 1327 proceed to docking bay.”

“Negative, We are to continue on route.” Tech replied through the comms, He glanced at Hunter and briefly to Omega who had been holding her breath and preparing for one bumpy ride.

Hunter looked around until he used a free hand to grab up his pack, Omega immediately knew what he was going to do and gave a glare he already predicted.

“Bear with me kid…It’s gonna get messy.” 

Omega opened her mouth to speak but was already carefully deposited into the pack, landing on water packs with an ‘oof’. She glared up at the guilt filled looming face but just as the ship started to jerk he hastily closed the opening and strapped it down to a seat.

“Get us out of here, Tech!” Hunter commanded as an angry warning from the comms was quickly turned off by Echo.

“We can't navigate to lightspeed, the imperials are in the way- We are going to have to go on-world.” Tech’s voice remained absolute as he quickly jerked down the control wheel to avoid V-Wings as they soon started firing.

Omega was in a whirlwind of dizziness as she clutched onto one of Hunter's knife kits, she could hear the sounds of muffled firing from outside and inside the ship- Wrecker must have been giving them scrap. She cursed to herself at the envy of getting to witness it on normal heights!

As Tech maneuvered lower into the planet's atmosphere, Wrecker slammed his thumbs into the controls as he managed to get a hit on one ship, having it spin out and slam into another. Normally he’d be up and hollering at the successful kill but having the targets be other clones was not something he particularly cared to celebrate.

So far only two more V-Wings were on their trail by the time they lowered into the forestry areas. Tech did well to avoid hitting anything as he whipped the ship over as a large sycamore was in the way, hoping it would instead collide with the pursuers. To the squads struggle one of the V-wings managed to hit directly into the rudder, sending the Marauder out of balance and now in the way of looming trees.

“BRACE YOURSELVES.” Tech yelled, as the ship's exterior got hit and the cabin jolted, sending everyone down- including the pack Omega was trapped in.

She let out a panicked scream as she was thrown forward and out when the loose top flapped open. Rolling on the metal floor she only narrowly managed to side jump out of the way of the heavy boots of Hunter as he was thrown staggering himself. 

Omega struggled to get up as beeping from impact was close approaching, she had to think fast or die faster when she suddenly spotted Echo looking in horror at her before falling to the ground as the ship narrowly hit a tree. The intense tremors from the giant's fall was shortly dewelled on because before she realized it Echo had stretched out his hand to Omega who hastily ran into them.

Just as the ship crashed.

[To Be Continued]

(A/N: Hey! Thanks for reading this silly lil story, I apologize if its not totally starwars technicality correct in code, I just wanted to write something fun and fluff for my own and fellow gt nerds :] Enjoy the suspense!)

HOLY NURF NUGGETS!!! IM CRY LAUGHING MYSELF TO DEATH WITH THIS!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

POV: The Bad Batch finding Cid after S3

I saw a reel of this idea on Instagram, and this concept couldn't leave my head for days 😭 // I'm also so sad I didn't post this on May the 4th, so it'll have to be Revenge of the 6th hehe

what character from the bad batch/clone wars should I draw with my sonna clone trooper Shrike; using this amazing image as a base?

Draw your characters

Another one of my old art pieces, though not as old, of my sonna with Mizu from Blue Eye Samurai. Which is one of my favorite series ever, I only recommend it if you are of proper age! 🐀❤️