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The Unseen Tragedy of the Clones
Alright folks, I am back once again with another Star Wars discussion. And yes, I could be putting my time towards actual school work yet here I am…we live with the choices we make….anyways!
MAJOR SPOILERS ahead for both The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch!
CONTENT WARNING! Mentions of torture, eugenics, and slavery. If any of these topics are sensitive or triggering to you, please do not proceed. Mental Health first, take care of yourselves!
With out further ado, enjoy!
I’ve been thinking about this for a really long time and it has finally reached a point where I need to formulate my thoughts. Basically (as you can probably tell from the title), I wanted to discuss the tragedy that is the clones. I know this is not a new concept whatsoever, and that most if not all people have thought and/or talked about this by now, but I wanted to post about it regardless.
The clones, right from the moment of their creation, were tragic. They were bred to fight in a war they had no choice in, and in turn, were never given the opportunity to think about what they were truly fighting for. Their opinions, thoughts and feelings simply never mattered. By design, literally right down to their DNA, they were made to be subservient and obedient child soldiers. Moreover, they were subjected to cruel and unjust treatment at the hands of the Kaminoan’s, undergoing inhumane procedures from the [standardized] accelerated growth of all clones, to random biopsies and other enhancement operations. Yet, when a clone failed to meet Kaminoan expectations, they are “decommissioned;” in other words, eugenics. However, it can be argued that the whole Kaminoan cloning operation is eugenics (selecting desirable traits, etc.), but that’s a topic for another time.
Referring back to the clones disposition of accelerated growth is another point of concern. Sure, it was a “necessity” in order to get an army ready as fast as possible, but when you take a step back and look at what’s really going on, you have an army of clone children (chronologically); albeit, they are physically and mentally adults. Irregardless, it is an extremely fine line and depending on who you ask, it can be acceptable or unacceptable.
Now for the rancor in the room: the clones are literally slaves. They were unpaid (chronologically) child soldiers who were not viewed as humans by the general public, they did not have rights whatsoever, they were not allowed to make any decisions for their own lives (have a life beyond being a soldier of the GAR) and most importantly, they were viewed as replaceable cogs apart of the ever-turning wheel that is the war. This looks extremely bad on its own, but when you apply the fact that this army is the army of the Republic? It’s far worse, let me explain. The Republic, a government that not only preaches but actively advocates for peace and liberty, has an army made of soldiers who do not have liberty. The hypocrisy is unrivalled. And sure, you could argue that this is due to Palpatine and his master plan to destroy the Jedi and the Republic. But when you remove him from the equation, the hypocrisy remains. The “Great” Republic isn’t as great as its made out to be. As all things are, there are a lot of grey areas here. What remains though, is the fact that not many, if any, senators or civilians advocated for clone rights. Only Senator Padmé Amidala had ever advocated for them when she was trying to stop their needless production. And we all remember how that turned out. Sure Palpatine was the devil on the shoulder of a lot of senators, egging them on to one direction over another. But the fact is, those senators and those civilians never bothered to consider any of this. They remained complacent and were happy to accept an army of expendable soldiers.
Even with all of these disadvantages in their lives, the clones made the best of it with what they were given. Not all people were against them. They made strong bonds among their brothers and found friendship in their Jedi generals. They also found a way to be unique, through different hair styles to tattoos and even armour paint. They made their lives bearable. But what really cemented the fact that they meant nothing to the people they protected was during order 66. This is not the fault of the people but rather their failure as a people to question the unethical operations of the Kaminoan’s and protest against it. Had they done something small like that, it would’ve put a lot more into question, like what were the ethics of the clone production, what did they do or didn’t do to them, etc. It is the job of the people to constantly challenge the politics of their government in order to keep it in check and to always strive for an even better democracy. Where the Republic had failed, the people of the Republic failed as well. The clones were merely the physical embodiment of the failure of a democracy that had died long before episode 1. And the clones, along with many others (civilians, sovereign planets, etc.) were the victims. That is the unseen tragedy of the clones.
My First Post! TBB made me do it... Season 2 Episode 3 Thoughts (NO SPOILERS)
I never thought I would post anything here, since I only created an account to look at art but here I am. I just really needed to rant. I just finished watching episode 3 of TBB season 2 and (do not fret, this is a spoil free zone), all I'm going to say is wow. Just wow. Phenomenal, insightful and yet so heartbreaking. Overall, a well executed episode in my opinion. 10/10 Also yes, it's 3:50am🙃
hah knew it (i think i was the first to vote 💀)
Clone lovers! Help me settle a bet with my mom
Sorry it wouldn’t let me add more options but comment if you’re favorite’s not on here, settling the most loved clone once and for all! (And settling an argument)
Star Wars Republic Commando Intro Remake by Oleksandr Maziura
I've just come across this recently. This looks SO cool & incredibly detailed. If ANY OG Lucasarts Star Wars game deserves a remake, it's this gem of a video game, Star Wars Republic Commando (2005). Thank you so much Oleksandr Maziura for this Republic Commando Intro Remake.
In addition: Taun We's hand gesture was a really nice touch (showing her care & empathy towards Baby Boss). Also, after encountering that A-DSD Advanced Dwarf Spider Droid in the Training Simulator, I remember when playing the game I'd IMMEDIATELY toss a good ol' Detonator towards 'em, target 'em & then order ALL Squad Members to concentrate fire on THAT Target.
Back in the day I used to ❤️ using the Engage Target Command and see my Squad just unload their array of Blaster, Sniper & Anti-Armor rounds (in addition to their Thermal & EC (Electro-Static Charge) Detonators) while my Target's health just slowly drained away. Nothing beats Concentrated Firepower!
Star Wars Republic Commando (Released 02-28-2005)
"You have been born into dangerous times. A sharp mind can be the key to survival. But as often as not, it will be your inherent physical traits that win the day. And in this regard you will be superior to your more common brethren. For you are a Commando, an elite unit, something truly special."
-Kaminoan Taun We to Clone Commando-in-training Boss
❤️ this classic, dope video game. (And the novels, too.) Hard to believe this was released 20 yrs. ago. Would've been SO cool if we had a Remaster or even a Republic Commando II sequel.
❤️ when playing Republic Commando how whenever Boss (AKA Delta Squad Leader AKA RC-1138 AKA 38 AKA Clone Commando Sergeant Boss) drew his BlasTech Industries DC-15S pistol, he would always spin it - just like Jango Fett, Boba Fett, Captain Rex, etc.
Also ❤️ that right-to-left laser-wipe that would clear away icky fluids that splattered on your helmet's T-Visor after any close encounters with hostiles & your Armor's trusty Knuckle Plate Vibroblade.
A-A-AND also ❤️ discovering a Jedi's lightsaber aboard the assault ship The Prosecutor which led to this line from Boss: "An elegant weapon for a more civilized time, eh? Well, guess what? Times have changed…!"
It's little details like these that make the lore of Star Wars, Star Wars video games & the Star Wars universe so immersive & enjoyable.
Poor Sev.
Phase-I Clone Trooper Armor
Although the Phase-II Clone Trooper Armor always got a lot of love…The Phase-I Clone Trooper Armor was always the best design to me due to the Phase-I Armor's likeness to Jango Fett's Mandalorian Armor.
From the Phase-I Clone Trooper Armor. To the Phase-I Clone Commando Katarn-Class Armor. And especially the Phase-I ARC Trooper Armor with its numerous Mandalorian influences (Helmet mounted Rangefinder, Kama, Jetpacks, Wrist Rockets, etc.)
Phase-I Armor for the Win...!
Mandalorian Bounty Hunter Jango Fett & The Clones
Wanted to post this to show that during his origin story in the classic 2002 video game Star Wars Bounty Hunter, Jango Fett did indeed care about the Clones. Jango said he was "proud" of them; he even let this be known to his son Boba Fett.
(Unlike the in-universe narrative claiming Jango cared nothing about the Clones & the only Clone Jango ever cared about was Boba.)
In the following Cutscene Storyboards from Star Wars Bounty Hunter, Mandalorian Bounty Hunter (And Prime Clone Template) Jango Fett said his Clones were a damn fine Army, ready for battle. When Jango discussed this with Boba, Jango told him: "You shouldn't feel sorry for them. I don't. I feel…Proud."
And I❤️this from @fox-trot talking about Jango Fett & his concerns with the lives & treatment of the Clones….
Jango Fett consistently fought the Kaminoans over reconditioning/ decommissioning. In the early days he managed to convince the Kaminoans to change the expected standard, allowing for more leniency regarding deviations in physical appearance, speech patterns, behavior, temperament, etc. This saved many lives. He also regularly stepped in & rescued clones scheduled to be reconditioned for ‘aberrant’ behavior or mental health concerns. The Null ARCs & Delta Squad were saved from death because of his intervention. He also had a secret operation where he smuggled at-risk clones off of Kamino.
Our Own Choices
Chapter 4
Separatist attack! After the destruction of the outpost on the Rishi moon, General Grievous and Asajj Ventress plan an attack on the planet Kamino, home of the cloning factories. Meanwhile, aboard a Jedi cruiser, Jedi knights Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi examine an intercepted message from General Grievous.
Rex comes into the barracks soon enough, and I'm showing Fives and Echo this new song on the holonet called "Toxic" from Boywithuke when Rex walks in. My helmet's sitting at the side, I trust Fives and Echo enough to not reveal my secret to the Kaminoans.
When Rex walks in, Fives and Echo stand at attention and I'm just leaning against the wall behind them.
"I'm guessing you have something to tell us?" I ask Rex.
"Mhm. Separatists are planning an attack on Kamino. We're going home."
And then Rex walks out of the room.
"Kamino?! This just got personal," Fives says, Echo agrees with him.
"I'm guessing I'm gonna be the only one out of you three looking at the bigger picture and not just personally," I roll my eyes. "As much as I hate that place, if it's destroyed, the production of more clones will be stopped, and we will definitely lose the war and all of us will die."
"Hey, you're not the only one looking at the bigger picture," Fives nudges me in the side.
Soon enough, we head out of the jedi cruiser with the other troopers, as usual I'm walking behind the rest, my helmet on.
So we take a stroll through Kamino, a place that I never wanted to go back to.
"Ah, look around Fives. Feels like yesterday we were here," Echo says as a group of younger clones pass us. "Heading to target practice."
"Heh, remember that?"
"Do I ever."
"Feels like yesterday I was here, heading to cleaning duty," I mutter under my breath.
And then in front of us I see 99, struggling with carrying a few guns, dropping a few on the floor. I run over and help him pick some up, he doesn't recognize me with the helmet on.
"Hey, 99!" Echo calls out.
Well, 99 can recognize them, but not me.
"Heh, you actually remembered us," Fives sounds slightly impressed.
"Oh, I remember all my brothers. Is Hevy here? Where's he?"
I don't even think he remembers me.
"Hevy's dead. Sacrificed himself on the Rishi outpost," I explain for Echo and Fives. I can talk about his death so casually now, I get over these kinds of things quite quickly.
"He saved our lives, but he gave up his own," Echo continues.
"Oh, uh, I see," 99 says, showing Echo and Fives some random medal thing that they probably got in the past.
"Hevy...gave you his medal?" Fives asks.
99 closes his eyes for a moment, before asking,"So, why have you returned to Kamino?"
"Wasn't my choice," I tell him. My helmet's still on, I can't take it off with all the Kaminoans and other troopers here.
"The Generals received word of an impending attack here," Fives explains.
"Well, how can I help?"
Fives and Echo give each other a look before nodding at each other, and they tell 99 the plan.
"So uh, 99, do you remember...me?" I ask.
"Not with your helmet on," 99 replies. "Why not you take it off? We're safe for now."
"Not safe for me. I have no interest in going back to cleaning duty."
"It's you...you're that female clone, aren't you? So...you're a soldier now?"
I nod. "Keep your voice down, we don't want others to hear that."
"Oh right, sorry," 99 whispers. "So are you gonna join those...yknow...group of different clones?"
"You mean the ipad kid, the one with dog shit for hair, the buff af one, and the old man?"
Fives and Echo hold in their laughter, but I can see it on their faces.
99 chuckles, "Yea, you ever thought about maybe joining them?"
I think for a moment, and as I'm about to reply, the lighting turns red, signaling an attack. I see other troopers running to the front, and Fives and Echo are called in by the commander, and I follow them.
We reach the dude that sent for Fives and Echo.
"Sir, you sent for us?"
"It's a dangerous assignment, but I want you two up on the bridge in sniper positions."
"Yes sir, we're on it."
And then as Fives and Echo head up to the bridge, the dude stops me before I can run off with them.
"Aren't you a bit young to be fighting?" he asks. "Get in there with the others."
"With all due respect sir, I can handle myself," I say. "Besides, someone's gotta cover Fives and Echo." Without waiting for a response, I run off to the bridge.
I can hear the blaster fire already starting, I don't look back, I just keep running.
I reach Fives and Echo, where they're dealing with some of the droids already. I narrowly miss a blaster bolt to the face, and take cover next to them.
"There's gotta be a better defensive position than this, this place is shitty to snipe from," I say as I start shooting at the droids down below.
I see 99 coming up behind us. "I...I brought you some ammo," he says, dropping the bag on his shoulder.
"Is there a better spot than this, a better defensive position we can take?" Fives asks.
"Droids! Behind us!" Echo shouts, and Fives pushes 99 to the ground to let him take cover.
I notice that there are grenades in the bag that 99 was carrying, which is now lying on the ground, so I take one of them from the bag and throw it at the droids.
The grenade explodes on contact, knocking all the droids down.
"There's more," 99 says, pointing at where the smoke is clearing.
Echo, Fives and I point our blasters at that area, until I see some kids walking out. They look like 12 year olds, 2 years younger than me.
"Cadets, what're you doing here?" Echo asks.
"We got separated from our group," one of the kids says.
"Where were they taking you?"
"The barracks."
"Oh, I know the best way there," 99 says, and we all follow him as he half-runs to the barracks.
We reach the barracks and the kids sit down on the beds.
"What are we gonna do?" one of them asks.
Fives and Echo look down at the floor.
"A separatist victory means...death...for all of us," 99 says.
"Oh hell nah I have no interest in dying today," I lean against a wall.
"The cadet is right. What are we gonna do?" 99 asks.
"We fight."
I look to the side, and see commander Cody and Rex taking off their helmets.
"Ayyy Rex, what took you so long?" I ask when I see him. Rex rolls his eyes.
The cadets stand up. "But our training's not finished."
Fives steps forward. "Look around. We're one and the same. Same heart, same blood. Your training is in your blood. And my blood's boiling for a fight."
"That's one of the most useful things you've said today," I nudge Fives in the side.
"This is our home. This is our war," Echo says.
"What about weapons?" one of the cadets asks.
"The armory," 99 suggests. "It's just a few corridors away, here in the barracks. I can retrieve all the firepower we need. So who wants to blast some droids?"
Rex, Cody, Fives, Echo and I give a downwards nod of respect to 99 and Rex, Cody and I head to the armory with 99.
"Here it is, everything we need is here," 99 says, he's panting a bit.
Rex and Cody get some weapons and I get a few pistols, a few grenades, and just stuff them on my belt, running out of the room and passing a few to the cadets.
"What about you?" one of them asks as I hand them my second last pistol.
"I only need 1 pistol."
I hear one of the droids shooting at the door to the barracks, and as the door opens, we start shooting at them through the door. As the droids advance, we back up, finding whatever cover we can get behind boxes or the beds.
I hear some blaster bolts whizz past my shoulder, and I take cover with Fives and Echo, shooting at the droids. As they advance, we continue backing up, taking some more cover behind the boxes. Rex throws a grenade at the droids, which misses, and I can feel the force of the explosion from here.
"Cadets, now!" Rex shouts into the comlink and the cadets start shooting at the droids from the high ground where they were initially hidden from view. They manage to knock down quite a few droids, making it much easier.
Cody throws another grenade at the droids, and as the smoke clears, more droids start coming in.
I hear 99 get shot, and he's tryna make his way to the armory. I run towards the droids, strafing so that I avoid blaster fire, and I try to slice up the droids as fast as I can with my sword, and when Fives and Echo help me shoot down the last one, I look back and I see 99's body on the floor. It feels like someone tightened their grip on my stomach, and I run to 99, kneeling beside him as Echo holds him in his arms.
"We..." Cody sighs. "Lost a true soldier."
"He really was one of us."
I bite my lip under my helmet, I can feel the tears coming but I don't let them flow, so I just walk away and sit on one of the beds, looking away, softly singing under my helmet to distract myself from 99's body. ("Toxic" from Boywithuke my new fav song lmao)
Later, all of us start walking out to the outdoor platform, the battle has ended. I'm leaning against a wall, watching Echo and Fives do their thing. I still have the grenades clipped to my belt, I'm throwing my knife up in the air and catching it, just like I always do.
I see Rex motioning for me to come over with Echo and Fives, and we all stand at attention (I'm just following what Echo and Fives are doing, just because I have no idea what I'm supposed to do)
"You all really stepped up in the heat of battle," Cody says.
"We did what we had to do, sir," Echo says.
"What any clone would've done," Fives continues.
"All of you showed valor out there. Real courage. Reminds me of me, actually," Rex says.
"Don't flatter yourself, we all already know," I smirk under my helmet, Rex chuckles a bit, looking at me.
"Echo, Fives, Aris, you're officially being made ARC troopers," Cody says. Echo looks at Fives, and we're all kind of a bit in shock.
"I don't think the Separatists will be coming back anytime soon," Rex says. "But if they do, Kamino will be lucky to have clones like you defending it. Good job, men."
Rex and Cody salute and Fives and Echo does the same, so I just follow them.
As I walk away with Rex, he pats me on the back. "Good job ad'ika."
"Rex, I don't wanna be an ARC trooper," I say quietly.
"Why not?" Rex looks confused.
"Too many expectations. I'm not like Fives or Echo. I'm just a kid. And besides, I don't deserve this, 99 does."
"Kid, 99's-"
"Dead, yea I know, and I've accepted that, just don't make me an ARC trooper, okay?"
Rex sighs. "Okay, ad'ika."
I nod at him. "Thanks dad."
Rex chuckles a bit.
"Okay fine, you can call me that."
Our Own Choices
Chapter 3
After Rex said that he would let me go on some less dangerous missions with him, I've been training harder than ever. I'm still better at melee than shooting pistols or blasters and Rex has taught me how to disarm explosives and use some of those droid poppers on droidekas.
I haven't joined him on any battles yet, but when he told me that I could help him hunt down General Grievous on Saleucami a few days ago, how could I say no to that?
I've gotten a set of clone trooper armour for myself, I've made a few modifications to them considering I'm still quite short, about 163cm for now. Rex even gave me the permission to paint my armour black to blend in with the night sky if I ever needed to, and I added some orange highlights. I've got some grenades clipped to my belt, and a knife compartment up my sleeve. My helmet has a voice modulator so that the others don't recognize that I'm a girl by my slightly higher pitched voice.
I fly a ship to Saleucami and I see a bunch of jedi cruisers making their way down to the planet's surface, and I follow them. When we land, I see a bunch of speeders heading down from the cruiser and Rex and General Kenobi walking out. I run towards them.
"Who's this?" General Kenobi asks.
I awkwardly stand behind Rex, not sure what to say.
"His name's Aris. He's on the younger side, but he's a good soldier. He's just a little shy," Rex says. I look up at him. "I'm not shy."
I can see General Kenobi's eyes widen slightly when he hears my name, but it's not that obvious to Rex or any of the others.
The general turns to Rex and says that we're gonna go towards the wreckage of the landing transport first.
"Go get a speeder," Rex nudges me in the side and we both go to get a speeder each before we head off with some walkers.
The greenery of Saleucami feels so different than the barracks and machinery that I'm used to, it makes me feel a lot more calm. I mostly move behind the walkers and other speeders, so that they hopefully won't pay much attention to me.
We reach Grievous's ship in a while, and some of the other troopers are checking out the wreckage, while I'm staying close to Rex and Jesse.
We go report in to General Kenobi.
"The crew compartment's almost entirely destroyed," Rex reports.
"We'll split into teams. Rex, take Jesse, Hardcase and Kix and search those wetlands," General Kenobi says.
"Yes sir," Rex says, before motioning me to follow him and Jesse as we walk away.
"And, Rex, if you get a visual on Grievous, contact us before you engage."
Rex nods before putting his helmet back on and we get on our speeders and drive off into the wetlands.
I never get to see so much green on Coruscant, this would be a nice place to train. Maybe I should suggest that to Rex.
Rex and the others are driving so fast, I try to keep up but I'm still lagging behind, I don't wanna drive too fast because I have no intention of dying today.
And then I see Rex get shot down in front of me, he flies off his speeder. I freeze, my breath hitches, and I hear gunshots not too far away.
I stop my speeder and jump off, running towards Rex's lifeless body, kneeling down beside him.
"Rex?" I shake him by the shoulders gently. "REX?" I shake him harder. He still doesn't move. My voice cracks. "I swear if you are dead...I'm gonna kill you. Rex? Rex, wake up, please..."
Dad...
My vision starts to blur inside my helmet, I know tears are starting to form but I cant clear them right now because I can't take off my helmet, so I just try to blink them out of my eyes.
I barely notice Kix coming over to check on Rex, they take off his helmet and then tell Jesse to come over here, I'm still shaking Rex by the shoulders, trying to get him to wake up.
Jesse and Hardcase come over.
"How bad?" Jesse asks.
"Pretty bad. I need to remove his armor to see the full extent of the damage," Kix replies.
I check Rex's pulse, it's weak, but it's there.
"Those snipers might have called for backup," Hardcase says. "Unless we wanna start getting picked off one by one, we should find better cover first."
Some animals start walking over to us, they kinda look like the walkers, and they're noses are probably longer than most of the clones' dicks. How do I know? Rex may or may not have told me the sizes of all the clones' dicks.
"Wait a minute. Those critters are domesticated," Jesse says.
"Sir?"
"I think we're on farmland. And where there's a farm, there's usually a farmer," Jesse says.
I roll my eyes from under my helmet. "No shit smartass."
Jesse ignores me. "Let's find his homestead."
Jesse and Kix sling Rex onto their shoulders and puts him on a stretcher which Kix attaches to his speeder and I just follow them from behind.
It's sunset now. The sun casts an orange glow over the land as we reach a small house. Kix arrives up next to the door and this female Twi'Lek holds up a rifle and points it at him.
"We want no trouble here," she says.
"Easy with that weapon, ma'am," Jesse says as he takes off his helmet. "We're here as friends."
"State your business," the Twi'Lek says pointing the rifle at him.
I arrive back up behind Jesse, remaining silent.
"Our friend's been hurt. We need-" Kix gets cut off by her. "I'm no doctor. So just-"
"We have a medic ma'am. We just need a place to tend to him overnight," Jesse says.
2 kids run out behind the Twi'Lek. My eyes light up. I haven't seen kids for a long time. Not since Kamino.
"Get inside, both of you," the Twi'Lek says and the kids reluctantly head into the house. "Look, there are some benches out back in the barn. It's the best I can do."
"That'll be fine ma'am. Thank you."
So we head to the barn and set Rex down on one of the benches, I lean against the wall at the far end of the barn, spinning my knife and keeping myself distracted while the others take care of Rex.
I hear Rex waking up and I run over, pushing my way past Jesse. He's shirtless, and has a medpatch on his chest.
"What? What happened?" Rex asks as he opens his eyes.
"Commando droids took a potshot that would've gone straight through your heart had it been two inches to the left," Hardcase says.
"I can't move my arm," Rex says.
"You have some nerve damage," Kix tells him.
"Understood. Now patch me up and let's get on with it," Rex turns to the side.
"Sir, you're in no condition. It will heal, but it'll take time."
"We're getting under way, Kix. That's an order."
"Sir, as the team medic, when it comes to the health of the men, including you...I outrank everyone. So I respectfully order you, sir, to get some-"
I hear someone clearing their throat. "Excuse me." I turn around, it's that Twi'Lek again, she's carrying a plate of fruit. "If that's not enough-"
"That's plenty. Thank you, uh..."
"Suu."
Some droid ball-like thingy comes into the room and one of those kids I saw just now runs in, picking it up.
"I told you to stay in the house," Suu says.
"I couldn't help it, mom. It got away."
Then the kid looks at Rex and stares at him. "You look like my daddy."
"Shaeeah. Don't both the soldier. Now get inside with your brother."
"Yes, mom."
"My husband is away, delivering our first harvest," Suu says as she passes the plate of fruit to Jesse. "Do you require anything else?"
"No. Thank you, Suu."
Kix takes a pistol and puts it beside Rex's good hand.
"Resume the search without me," Rex says. "Jesse, you're in command." Jesse nods. "I'll be fine." He sighs.
"I'm staying with the captain," I speak up.
"Kid, you're going with them. That's an order," Rex says.
"I'm staying with you here, captain, whether you like it or not."
Rex sighs. "Fine."
As Jesse, Kix and Hardcase leave the room, I finally take off my helmet and set on the floor beside him. I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. Rex chuckles a bit and hugs me back with his good arm.
"I was so worried," my voice cracks.
"I'm alright kid, I won't die from a simple shot like that."
I let go of him and sit down on the floor beside him, playing with my knife again.
"You want some water?" I ask, looking up at him.
"Nah ad'ika, I'm fine."
"I'll get some anyways." I put my helmet back on, standing up and heading out of the room.
I head to the house where Suu came out of just now, and I knock on the door. Suu opens it, and lets me in.
The place is well-lit, and it seems quite cozy. Better than the barracks, at least.
"I need some water," I tell Suu, and she goes to get some, returning in a short while. I see the kids looking at me from a corner, and I awkwardly wave at them.
"You're a little short to be one of them," Suu says as she hands me the water. "And you don't take off your helmet like the others."
"That's none of your business. Thanks for the water." I walk out of the house and back into the barn where I give some water to Rex.
"Thanks ad'ika ," he says as he drinks it.
I take my helmet off and set it down on the floor, sitting next to it.
"Yknow you can trust some of them to not reveal your secret. They're good men," Rex says.
"I don't trust any of them."
"Well, you should. It's good to make some friends."
"I don't need friends. I already have you, Fives, Echo and Hevy-"
"Kid."
I look down, sighing. "Hevy's gone, I know."
Rex pats my head with his good arm and messes my hair up a bit. I smile slightly and lean against the wall.
"Don't move too much. We don't want the injury to get worse."
I forgot there was animals in the barn, so in the middle of the night, some random animals go drool on both me and Rex, and on my armour.
When I feel the liquid dripping on me, I instantly wake up and wipe it away. Some of it dripped on my helmet.
"Hey! I just got the new paint job!" I push the animal away.
And then I hear the faint sound of metal and footsteps. Rex's hand reaches for his pistol, and I draw my knife and sword and inch along the walls to where the sound is coming from.
I see the person making his way closer towards Rex in the room, he doesn't see me because of the colour of my armour.
I see Rex try to shoot him but his pistol gets knocked out of his hand and the person points his weapon at him.
I quietly run behind the person, and grab his shoulder, pulling him backwards and putting my knife over his throat. "I wouldn't try anything if I were you."
I see the person's eyes widen. "Who are you?" he asks. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm the one asking the questions, not you." I press the knife to his throat. "Drop your weapon."
"Let go of him. He's a clone," Rex orders, and I kick his weapon to the side, slowly drawing my knife away from him and putting it back in my wrist compartment, and slinging my sword onto my back.
"So...I see the war has finally made its way out here, and I guess I can expect a visit from some droids soon," the clone says.
"What's your number and rank?" Rex asks, sitting up.
"Heh. My name is Lawquane. Cut Lawquane, and I'm just a simple farmer."
"You're a deserter."
Cut chuckles. "Well, I like to think I'm merely exercising my freedom to choose, to choose not to kill for a living."
"That is not your choice to make," Rex says, as the lights in the barn turn on. "You swore an oath to the Republic. You have a duty."
"I have a duty, you're right. But it's to my family. Does that count or do you still plan to turn me in?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Yea you do, he seems like a nice guy," I speak up again.
Cut looks at me. "Well thanks, kid. And I suppose you won't try to kill me again, will you?"
I look at him. "Only if you give me a reason to."
"Daddy! You're home!" the kids come running over and hug Cut. I instantly reach for my helmet, but Rex puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Fine," I groan, before sitting down on the floor next to him.
"Look what I drew you, Dad!" the other kid holds up a drawing. Cut chuckles and pats the kid on the head. "That's great Jekk."
"I see you two have met," Suu says.
"He looks just like you, daddy. I told him," one of kids says.
"Ah, you did, huh? I was just making our guest, Captain, um...what's your number?"
"Rex. I also have a name, believe it or not."
"He was injured. His men brought him here," Suu says. "I told him he could stay, just for the night."
"Of course he can. We never turn away those in need, do we?"
"No, we always help anyone we can," one of the kids sasys.
"You look hungry, Rex," Cut says.
"No, I'm fine, I'll stay here," Rex replies quickly.
"No, you have to eat with us, pleaseeee?"
"Please????"
Cut chuckles. "They're never gonna stop until you say yes."
"Alright, I'll join you."
Cut helps Rex stand up and as I watch them as they walk out of the barn, still sitting on the floor.
Cut turns back and looks at me. "You coming?"
I nod and put on my helmet. "Yea sure."
I keep quiet at the table as I eat. I don't take my helmet off, I just eat from under my helmet, Rex nudges me in the side to tell me that I can take my helmet off, but I shake my head.
"Yes, well you and I may be clones, but we're still individuals. You have a name rather than a number, Captain. Why is that?" Cut asks.
"Perhaps our leaders feel it's a more efficient way or distinguishing us," Rex replies.
"More efficient than a number? Hmm. I doubt the Kaminoans think that way. Still, a name has to make you feel unique, especially in an army where everyone looks like you and talks like you."
"Not everyone," I speak up.
"Actually, I've never really thought about it," Rex says.
"Yes, you have."
"Well, how would you know?"
"Because I'm as close to you as any life-form can be." Cut passes Rex his food and leans in. "I've seen how you look at my family, our home. Come on, Rex, admit it. You've thought about what your life could look like if you were to also leave the army, choose the life you want."
Rex looks at me. "What if I am choosing the life I want? What if I'm staying in the army because it's meaningful to me?"
"And how is it meaningful?"
"Because I'm part of the most pivotal moment in the history of the Republic. If we fail, then our children and their children could be forced to live under an evil I can't well imagine."
"If you were to have children, of course, but that would be against the rules, wouldn't it? Isn't that what somebody programmed you to believe, Captain?"
"No, Cut. It's simply what I believe. It doesn't matter if it's my children or other people's children. Does that meet with your approval?"
"Perfectly. To each his own. That's what I always say."
"What does that mean, daddy?" one of the kids asks.
"It means you can do anything with your life that you want to."
"Why don't you take your helmet off?" Suu asks.
"I'd...prefer not to," I reply.
"Aw cmon, please? We wanna see your face," the kids say, and they starts begging me to take off my helmet. I look at Rex, and then Cut, and then they both nod at me, and I hesitantly take off my helmet.
"You're a girl version of Daddy?" one of the kids asks.
I chuckle. "I guess you could say that."
"Why are you out in the field so early? Don't you have training to do back on Kamino?" Cut asks.
"I ran away from Kamino when the war started, got caught in a skirmish, Rex found me and took me in."
"And I'm guessing you had no choice?"
"No. I chose this life. I want to fight for the Republic. No matter how much of a mistake I am to the Kaminoans, I'm still a soldier, and I wanna do my duty."
"Isn't that what you were programmed to think?"
I fall silent.
"How old are you?" Suu asks.
"14," I reply.
"You're fighting in a war when you're so young?" one of the kids asks.
"I wouldn't consider it young but-"
"Yea, she is, I trained her myself," Rex says, and I can hear a hint of proudness in his voice.
"Do you have a name?" Cut asks.
"Yea. It's Aris."
"That's a cool name," one of the kids says.
I nod at them.
After dinner, Cut and Rex go play some Dejarik and Cut tells Rex his story, and Cut lets the kids go outside and play for a few minutes, and he tells me to keep an eye on them. I nod and follow them outside.
They're playing hide-and-seek in the fields, and I put my helmet on, following them. I see the older kid called Shaeeah scare the living hell out of Jekk, and I smile to myself under my helmet.
I wish my childhood was like this.
"Look. In the field," Jekk says.
I look out in the field and see a metal structure that looks like it crashed into the field.
"Stay back kids, I'll go check it out," I say, before running inside the structure.
Clearly they have a hearing problem, because they follow me inside.
I walk through a dark hallway, pistol and sword drawn, and find myself in a dark room full of lifeless commando droids. I get ready to shoot them before they can do anything, and then they suddenly power up. I look behind and I see Shaeeah who accidentally pressed the button to power them up.
"Run!" I shout to the kids. "Go tell dad!"
I shoot as many of the droids as I can before they start moving, and I run out of the structure, hiding in the field, hoping that they won't hear or see me. I hold my breath. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, it's so loud.
I make my way through the fields and back to the house. I see 3 commando droids circling around it.
I take a deep breath and steel myself before drawing my knife and stabbing one in the head, drawing my pistol and shooting the other, and Cut shoots the last one with his rifle.
I nod at him. "Thanks."
I hide with him behind the wall, it's all quiet, but I can hear footsteps around the house, my breathing quickens, the inside of my helmet is warm.
Suddenly, a commando droid holds Cut by the neck, and I shoot it in the head with my pistol, almost hitting Cut.
Another commando droid comes from the door and Cut shoots it before I can. I don't like this.
"Why isn't Rex here?" I whisper to Cut.
"He's backup in case we die," he replies.
"So you think we're gonna die?!??!?"
"That is a possibility."
"Okay, point taken," I gulp as I hear a creaking sound coming from the floorboards.
I cautiously walk over and open the trapdoor, and then a bunch more commando droids come out. I stab one in the head before backing up and shooting at them. They're also shooting at me and Cut, and a blaster bolt grazes my hand, it cuts through my glove and I can feel the burning on my hand.
I take cover behind a wall, and shoot the droids from there. I see Cut get trapped under some debris that fell from the ceiling, and I draw my sword, slicing through 2 of the commando droids and shooting another in the head, and then suddenly I feel a strong grip around my neck, I look back and see another commando droid, the grip is getting tighter and I can't breathe...
Cut forces the debris that he's stuck under off of him, hitting the droid that's strangling me, and it falls to the ground, the lights from it's eyes turning off. I'm breathing heavily, my throat feels like it's pressed in, I cough a bit as Cut takes out the rest of the droids.
I hear blaster fire from upstairs, Rex must be taking care of the last ones. I see Cut wrestling with one of the commando droids and I go over to help him, stabbing it in the head.
And then Rex falls from the ceiling and the last commando droid grips his neck, trying to strangle him like its counterpart tried to strangle me, and Cut shoots it in the head, causing it to let Rex go. Rex staggers back, coughing a bit.
I hear the kids calling out for Cut, and he reassures them, telling them that it's over.
Rex puts a hand on my shoulder. "Good job, kid."
"Thanks Rex," my voice is hoarse and I cough a bit, receiving a bit of a concerned look from Rex. "I'm-" I cough a bit. "I'm fine."
"You sure?"
I cough again. "Y-yea."
The kids and Suu come down the stairs and hug Cut, and Rex and I lean against the wall. I sigh. "Rex, have you actually thought about leaving the army before? Yknow, you could have a family, be away from all the war for once."
Rex looks at me, and I take off my helmet.
"I already have a family. I wouldn't have it any other way."
And then he pulls me into a hug and I hug him back tightly.
In the morning, Rex and I have to leave, we put our stuff onto one of these animals and then we get ready to leave.
"Captain Rex, are you going to turn in my husband?" Suu asks.
"I'm sorry Suu. It's my duty." I glare at Rex. "But in my condition, I probably won't remember any of this."
Suu looks happy.
"You're still a deserter, Cut, but you're certainly not a coward."
The kids come and hug my waist. "Promise you'll come back sometime?" they ask, and I nod, smiling at them before putting my helmet back on.
Rex receives a transmission from General Kenobi.
"Captain Rex, are you still with us?"
"Yes, General Kenobi. I'm still with you and thankfully on the mend sir."
"That's great news. We certainly missed you at the party."
"Does that mean I missed out on some action?" I speak into the comlink.
"Quite a lot of it, actually."
"Sorry sir, I...had to attend one of my own."
"Can't wait to hear about it. We're standing by."
"You're welcome to stay, Rex," Cut says.
"This is your home, Cut. My family is elsewhere." Rex looks at me, before we get on the animal thing and wave to Cut and his family, before riding off into the sunset.
We meet up with General Kenobi, and then we get back onto the Jedi cruiser, and before I head to my barracks, Rex stops me.
"You did good, ad'ika," he says.
"Thanks, captain," I smirk under my helmet.
"Yknow I could get used to you calling me that, right?" Rex laughs a bit.
I chuckle.
"I know you'll never get used to it."
Ahsoka Tano 💙✨ #maythe4thbewithyou
I got into star wars last year so I’m still a newbie fan but my favorite characters are Ahsoka Tano and Kanan Jarrus ✨ my best friend showed me the first few movies and my boyfriend showed me the rest ❤️😋 after watching rebels and clone wars I was obsessed. This is my first actual #mermay im participating in as well as the first time ive done something for May the 4th :) I also plan on possibly remaking this in the future to see how much ive improved :)
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Monochrome
Summary: You find your soulmate in a certain sharpshooter. The Empire doesn't like that. Will Crosshair be a good soldier, or will be finally wake up to the truth?
Inspired by the song Monochrome by Babymetal. I listened to the Piano Version the entire time I wrote this.
Pairing: Crosshair x medic!reader Soulmate AU
Warnings: Some angst and violence, mentions of injuries, nonsexual nudity.
A/N: So I lied when I said I'd finish Midnight before writing some clone soulmate stories. I'm not giving up on Midnight, I just need a bit of a break. This was supposed to be a lot longer, but I'm trying to practice keeping things short.
Will probably end up doing a part 2 showing what happens in the middle since there's a lot I skipped.
MASTERLIST
He strikes when you least expect it.
You’ve just left the fresher, towel wrapped around your body. Your clean clothes are steps away when he materializes out of thin air. How much had he seen? How long has he been here?
He corners you like a scared animal, your back pressing against the wall. One of your hands desperately clutches at the towel wrapped around you. The last thing you need is it dropping right now. He towers over you, his gaze nothing more than his usual squint, toothpick in its usual place between his lips. His hand raises slowly, coming to rest on your jaw. His thumb presses against your lower lip, the rough material of his glove tugging at it.
It’s bold. So very unlike him.
He regarded most nat-borns with little more than seething glances, if he acknowledged them at all. You had seen more than that, though, from him. You’d been the one to care for him after they pulled him off that platform on Kamino.
Thirty-two rotations there alone.
He’d come to you almost dead, weak and malnourished. You’d nursed him back to health, while all he’d cared about was getting back to fighting. Of course, you’d expect nothing less from him. It’s what he was made for.
After that, you had been assigned to his squad, accompanying them on certain missions. He rarely acknowledged your presence, but often you found him staring from afar. When you’d catch him, he’d only narrow his eyes at you before looking away.
You’ve never been brave enough to confront him yourself.
“C-Can I help you, sir?” You ask, your voice wavering slightly. His presence does something to you, makes your body buzz with energy you can’t even begin to explain.
His gaze is hard as he stares down at you, assessing and analyzing like he would a target in the field. You try not to tremble under the intensity of it.
“I-I’m almost done...if you need the fresher...” Your voice trails off as his hand slides down your neck, closing around your throat.
He doesn’t squeeze, but he holds enough pressure to keep you still. Your pulse flutters under his fingers, breath hitching as he leans in closer. “You’re afraid.”
You stare up into his dark gaze, swallowing against his hand. You nod, not trusting your voice.
“Why?” He asks, the word coming out more curious than condemning.
“You scare me.” You whisper. It’s not untrue. It’s not just the danger that he poses that scares you about him.
He continues to stare down at you with that unreadable expression on his face. His eyes pierce right into you, like he can see into your very soul. He lifts his free hand slowly, bringing it to his mouth. He tugs his glove off with his teeth, his hand lowering towards you.
Your heart rate picks up even more, and you want to duck away from his touch. You can’t move though, frozen watching in slow motion as his hand comes to rest against the skin of your throat, those large hands cupping each side of your neck.
An electric jolt burns through you as his skin makes contact with yours. The world erupts in color around you, no longer just in shades of black and white. You stare up at his eyes, the most gorgeous shade of brown you’ve ever seen.
You inhale sharply, staring up into those brown eyes in shock.
He’s your soulmate.
Most beings in the galaxy have a soulmate. You’re usually born with your link, or it shows up shortly after. With such a diaspora of species, fate doesn’t usually pair someone with a mate they’d never meet, or would vastly outlive. You had been born with your link, unable to see any color.
You had spent so much time wondering when you’d meet your soulmate and what they’d be like. You spent years planning a trip around the galaxy in hopes you might run into them. Fate doesn’t pair people together who will never meet. You’d run into them eventually.
Then the war started.
After your home planet had been ravished by the war, you’d decided to join as a medic, using your skills to help aid the millions who risked their lives daily to protect the Republic.
It had been in passing the first time you’d met the clone named Crosshair. You only knew his name because you had overheard part of their conversation. Clone Force 99 had stopped at the same base as your battalion to resupply. You had passed them on your way to help gather supplies for the med bay.
Your eyes had met for half a second, but it had been enough. Perhaps you had known back then, but your mind had been so focused on the war, you hadn’t thought twice about it.
Perhaps that had been why you had decided to stay on with the Empire after the war ended. Many hadn’t, choosing to leave instead. You’re not sure what happened to them. You’re not sure you want to know.
It had simply been fate that you had been chosen to care for him after his rescue.
You adjust your grip on your towel, holding onto it for dear life. You don’t know what he’s going to do. You couldn’t possibly guess his next move.
“You’ve never said anything.” He finally says, thumb tracing the line of your jaw.
“I-I didn’t know.” You admit. “Not for sure. A-And if they ever found out...” You swallow thickly, staring up into those intense, dark eyes. “Could you...reject me?”
His gaze narrows, and for a horrible moment you think he’s going to. Instead he releases you, turning on his heel as he makes his way from the fresher, leaving you alone. Your knees nearly give out. You take a long breath to steady yourself. He hadn’t answered.
Would he, if they gave him the ultimatum?
***
You get your answer a few weeks later.
The squad had been called to some godforsaken planet where the Empire was setting up another base. Why you had been called there was beyond your understanding. Nevertheless, you went along as you were expected to.
It all becomes clear when you’re cornered on the landing pad. Your squad, and the surrounding troopers turn their blasters on you and Crosshair. You look up at him in fear, and slight anger, but the look on his face tells you he was not expecting this either. He hadn’t been the one to reveal your secret. So who had? Who knew about you two? You hadn’t told anyone.
Vice Admiral Rampart joins you, looking far too proud of himself. He steps up to you, looking down at you like you’re the absolute scum of the galaxy. “It appears we have a bit of a situation. It has been brought to my attention that you and CT-9904 share a soulmate bond. As you are likely aware, soulmate bonds cause some...unnecessary complications.”
“You don’t have any proof.” You say, your heart pounding in your chest.
“I don’t need any.” He smirks at you, turning to face Crosshair. “CT-9904, you will reject your soulmate.”
Your blood turns to ice, your stomach dropping through the landing platform into the very core of the planet. Would he do it? It has to be his decision.
“It doesn’t work that way.” You blurt out, trying to delay Crosshair’s answer. “You can’t force him. It has to be a willing decision.”
Rampart keeps his back to you, facing Crosshair. Crosshair’s gaze is on the tarmac, refusing to look anywhere else. You quietly plead for him to look at you, to meet your gaze. Your heart is pounding so loudly in your ears, you think the troopers flanking you might be able to hear it as well.
“Shame.” Rampart says, drawing a blaster. “You were a good medic.”
You don’t feel the pain. You’re in far too much shock to feel anything more than the force of the bolt hitting your chest. It’s a sloppy shot, but it’s more than effective as you stumble back, feet leaving the ground as your body falls over the edge of the platform to the ground below.
***
You’re sticky when you wake, the familiar gummy feel of bacta on your skin, and in your hair. Many times you’ve felt the same on others after a long soak in a bacta tank.
Now it’s your turn.
You feel groggy, eyes slowly peeling open. Sedatives, most likely, so you didn’t wake panicking in the bacta tank.
You’re lucky you’re waking at all.
You remember the blaster shot. It was a sloppy one, hitting you to the side of your chest. If it had been to the left, or even centered, things would have been worse. It had sent you backwards off the landing platform. You had fallen unconscious before you hit the ground below, which is likely what saved your life. Fifteen feet, or so you had to guess.
You remember waking momentarily on the ship. Crosshair was with you. He had been looking down at you, nothing but pain and guilt on his face. That had been the last thing you’d seen before waking now.
The world around you is blurry, but you can’t mistake the sterile white of a med bay. You can’t feel much of anything aside from a slight ache in the back of your head. You lift a hand to your face, rubbing your eyes.
You hear someone approach, a figure stopping next to the bed.
“Oh good. You’re awake.” They say.
You recognize that voice. You pull your hand away from your eyes, blinking up at a face you’ve seen probably half a million times. You sit up in bed with a gasp, beginning to panic. Had the Empire realized you’re alive and taken you somewhere? What about Crosshair? Had they decommissioned him already?
“Easy.” A hand falls on your shoulder. It’s gentle, trying to get you to lay back down. “You’re safe here.”
You let the clone medic ease you back down into the bed. “Where?” You ask, your voice rough from your dry throat.
“I can’t say exactly, but you’re not with the Empire. This is a safe place for clone deserters set up by Captain Rex.” He runs a quick scan of your body. “You’re perfectly safe here.”
You lean up on your elbow, motioning towards the monitor. “Let me see. I’m a medic.”
He turns the monitor towards you, showing you a side by side of what was most likely a scan when you arrived, and then one now. You wince as you look at the scan before your soak in the bacta tank.
“You were in bad shape.” He says. “Few more minutes and you might not have made it.”
“I’m shocked I made it at all.” You say. By all rights, you shouldn’t have. You weren’t supposed to.
“You had some intervention on the way here.” The medic says. “Without it, I don’t think you would have.”
You glance around the med bay, but it’s just you and the medic. Did Crosshair bring you here? How had he known about this place? Did he leave you here?
You’re beginning to feel a tug in your chest, a yearning to see him again. Had he initiated the bond? If he had intervened to try and save your life, he must have done it out of necessity. If you’re beginning to feel it, he must really be feeling it.
After some negotiation with the clone medic, Nitro you learned his name is, he clears you to at least take a shower. You know from the scans you’re more than fine to be up and moving around. All you have is some residual pain from your injuries which would be gone in a few hours.
You follow his directions towards the freshers, but you don’t really need them. You follow the tugging in your chest, listening as it gets stronger and stronger. You pause outside one of the fresher doors, glancing both ways down the hall before stepping in. The door isn’t locked, almost like it’s an invitation.
There’s steam hazing the room, but you can still see him. He’s in the shower, hands pressed against the wall in front of him. The spray hits the top of his head, water cascading down his body.
Your hands shake as you begin to pull off your clothes. You’re taking a risk. He’d stop you, though, if he wanted to. He knows you’re there, even if he hasn’t looked at you. He’s too good of a soldier not to.
You step into the shower behind him, slowly wrapping your arms around his slim waist. You can feel the lean muscle, every ridge of it as you press your face against his back. Warmth floods through you as you make contact with him, easing the tugging in your chest. He lets out a long breath, probably feeling the same.
“You didn’t reject me.” You say, flattening your hands against his stomach.
“They tried to kill you.” He says, voice devoid of any emotions.
“They almost did.” You say, pressing yourself closer to him. “You defected for me.”
One of his hands drops to gently rest against yours on his stomach. “I did a lot more than that.”
You can tell by the tenseness of his shoulders, it’s not going to be a pleasant retelling later. You press a gentle kiss to the tan skin, closing your eyes as the water sprays over you both.
He spins around, startling you at the sudden movement. Your back presses against the wall of the shower as you look up at him, his body blocking the spray as he looms over you. His hand comes to rest against your jaw, a mirror of when you’d discovered your soulmate link. You lift a hand, wrapping it around the back of his neck.
You both move seamlessly, meeting each other in the middle as your lips press together. Warmth blooms beneath your skin, your nerves buzzing with electricity and energy. He presses closer, every inch of your bodies touching. You want to pull him closer, you want to draw him into your very soul.
He lifts you easily, your legs wrapping around him as he uses the wall to hold you in place. His lips leave yours, his face pressing into your neck. You wrap yourself tighter around him, holding onto him like he might disappear if you let go.
You know he won’t.
Neither of you are going anywhere.
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So I read the Jedi path and here are key thoughts below:
- love the fact that it has a little paper on the back of the box with information and in bold it states LEGENDS
- Ahh they mentioned gray Jedi...... yep legends
- Obi-Wan called long ranged weapons ‘uncivilized’
- they have the yoda to Ahsoka lineage that respond to certain texts
- there is a whole section marked out and it’s pretty cool because it adds to the depth of the book
- Darth Sidious is also there and Luke
- Ahsoka mention clones :)
- honestly based on Dooku’s comments how did they not know he was turning to the dark side
- I am going to learn all the forms now
- Anakin being himself
- favorite comment is Ahsoka going “Skyguy has a heart?!”
I was rewatching Clone Wars because I finally got my parents to sit down and watch it with me, by the way I am not ready for the downhill sadness at season 2, and I just like made a random connection. So you know these clones that we’ve heard about, they usually have a somewhat high rank, they get one episode at least but never over ten, and they end up dying. Why are they all red. Like Keeli, Thorn, Ponds, Fil.
Modern AU, guys!!
Hi. I haven't posted anything at all for a long time, but now I have something for you. I'm sorry, I feel so bad... I don't have the strength to move on, but I will share this surge of feelings on an electronic canvas with you. Take care of yourself.
Just another simple sketch~
WIP! Just need the background, but im deciding between watercolor or pencils
If I was left for dead, I wouldn’t be so loyal
Crosshair ballpoint pen sketch. Btw, if you comment and I don’t respond, know that I read every comment and im so happy! For some reason Tumblr will not let me reply or post comments for that matter so please don’t think i don’t read them! I in fact do and im so grateful for yalls support :D
Crosshair & Batcher Snoozing.
Im sorry I spam so much but my other drawing gave me this idea and I had to draw it immediately.
We were robbed of eepy Crosshair
Cleaned up the sketch a little :) dont know if i should leave it like that or add some color
He’s so fun to draw and I cant stop wanting to draw him help
The entire spread! I’m so proud of it I love him so much, I keep opening to it and just admiring it 🙂↕️ I had a dream last night I was at the outpost with Crosshair bc he would go back and just pay some respects to mayday and his squad like once a year and I got to tag along. I slept peacefully.
I do wish tbb s3 gave us more moments of silly crosshair teasing his brothers, but I understand it was probably hard for him to conjure those feelings with the trauma of tantiss and his time with the empire weighing on him, plus everything else that was going on. Alas, I love this scene and I can’t stop replaying it lol
I love adding color but I can’t stop drawing crosshair in this style <3
Weak in the knees when he says that