“Yeah but can commander cody do THIS-” [you land a 1080 flip, then collide full speed into a hanging lantern and lie unconcious on the ground for 26 seconds to thunderous applause]
been Thinking Thoughts lately about night having his chip removed after the operation i can imagine he at least suffers from some intense dream-reality confusion + mild amnesia, like the chip took a part of his memory with it. he just repeats to himself in his head “this is a dream. im asleep, and when i wake up, none of this will have happened” he recovers alright, but damn is it oof after oof
after the war ends, Obi-Wan desperately wants to quit the Council, but Mace keeps rejecting his resignations
so Obi-Wan decides to take matters into his own hands: if he can’t resign formally, he’s going to get himself kicked off
he starts by showing up to Council meetings intoxicated, and wearing increasingly outrageous (and frequently revealing) clothing
when his own efforts fail to get any reaction out of Mace, he recruits outside assistance
he sends Anakin wearing a fake beard and mustache to attend as him (which has the side benefit of convincing Anakin that he never, ever, wants anything to do with the Council)
Cody attends wearing Obi-Wan’s clothes and lightsaber, but making no other attempt to disguise himself
Quinlan breaks in during a meeting, makes out with Obi-Wan for two minutes straight, then smashes through a window to make his daring escape
Ahsoka does her best Hondo impression and shows up to kidnap Obi-Wan in the middle of a session, with Rex and the Bad Batch (in their normal, full armor) as her dastardly pirate crew
and while certain members of the Council are outraged, Obi-Wan still can’t even get Mace to consider his resignation
of course, Mace isn’t going to tell Obi-Wan that his efforts have backfired: this is the most entertainment Mace has had in YEARS, he’s wasn’t letting Obi-Wan quit before he started this, and now at least half the reason is that he wants to see what Obi-Wan’ll try next
My new favorite thing. To take a cursed image, blurbos from my show, and my average drawing skills to create shit like this:
3rd Wheeling Rex (he’s texting Ahsoka)
POV: You’re Padme and these are the forces assigned to be your personal bodyguards.
I haven’t reached this part in the series, but this is my take on Fives trying to tell everyone about the chips:
And of course, everyone’s favorite pair of ARC Troopers
I will take suggestions also! I have a few screenshots I want to redraw but if anyone wants to send a request and Star Wars characters, please do! These have been very entertaining to do.
“Hex! I can hear you but you’re breaking out as well!”
“I got a visual on him!” Steele says, joining the comm channel. “I’m joining him now!”
“What’s your guys’ position?” Sans asks, moving up to stand beside you. You take in his dirtied face and tired but determined expression. He’s long since abandoned his helmet, it having cracked in multiple spots, practically falling apart on his head. But those gun shots aren’t focused on you right now, so you take the moment to catch your breaths. The beautiful sunset in the background of the battlefield has never been an uglier sight to you. Neither of you focus on it, because the sounds of men screaming around you occupy your senses.
“We’re two klicks to the south! We’re under heavy fire!” Steele yells through.
“Fall back! Regroup with us up here!” you shout back, hand gripping tighter on your lightsaber. Sans shifts his grip on his blaster, anxiously waiting for a response.
“-an’t move! We’re pin- -own in the back!” Hex’s voice cracks into the silent comm channel.
“Okay, just hold out as best as you can! Tie should be leading some air reinforcements down soon!” you assure them, glancing up at the sky. You briefly let out a sigh of relief as you see Tie leading Bomber Squadron down to the battle.
“Don’ worry, boys!” Tie cheers as he joins the comm channel, “lil’ ol’ Tie is here and he’s gonna make Bomber proud! I ‘ope he’s watchin’ from wherever dead clones go!” The ground shakes and rumbles as the squadron launches its attack on the enemy, and you think for a second that you have a chance now. You quickly realize how wrong you are.
“Tie! Fly away! They’re ready for you, you won’t survive!”
“But we’re beatin’ ‘em now!” Tie responds, and you watch as they launch another attack.
“Tie! Don’t make me give you an order! I’m asking you to fall back before you all die!”
“We’re not gonna-“ Your eyes widen as a yell leaves your chest, and Sans catches you as you try and lunge forward, reaching towards where Tie’s fighter is now plummeting to the ground.
“Tie!”
“I’m sorry, Gen-“ The comms go static as the fighter crashes into the ground, exploding on impact and bursting into flames. The other fighters soon join, falling down all around you. The now pitch dark night sky is lit up by the flames of compromised ships. They almost look like falling stars, ones much too close for comfort. You cling tighter to Sans, unable to hide your fear. He holds you in his arms as you tremble, and you each come to the same realization at once.
“Mesh’la-“
“Hex! Steele! Are you still in the same position?” you say, tears leaking into your voice as you cut your commander off. He leans closer to you, listening to their response.
“We managed to get back to you guys, we’re at the edge of the trees!” Steele says. You and Sans turn to see where they were leading the rest of your battalion from, and your heart clenches in your chest. Just as they step out into the open, a hellfire rains down on them. Another shriek of pain from watching your beloved soldiers, no, your friends die, rips from you.
Sans claps his hand over your mouth, pulling you away until his back hits a boulder. You can feel him trembling behind you, and your tears soak his gloves. Your mouth is still open, and more screams try to leave it, but Sans’s calm shushing in your ear quells them.
“Aid?” he speaks into his comm. “Aid, are you there? Can you comm in?”
“I’ve got too many wounded, Sans! We’re dropping like flies!”
“Aid, get out of here! Save yourself!”
“I can’t abandon you or any of our other brothers, Sans! I wasn’t able to save Bomber, and I’ll be damned if I don’t try to save any of these men!”
“Aid, you’re going to get yourself killed!”
“Then I’ll die fighting for my brothers!” Aid responds, and your hands dig at Sans’s that still covers your mouth. You manage to turn your head and look at him, and the tears leave dirty streaks down his face. You can see the fear in his eyes, and it’s haunting. There’s no hope in them, not like there normally is. He’s truly given up, accepting his loss. And no matter how hard he tries, he can’t hide it from you.
You bring your own shaky hand up to hold his face, and his leaves your mouth to cradle your cheek. You inhale a sharp breath before your lips are meeting his. One of his hands goes to wrap around your back, the other pressing into the back of your head, pushing you closer. The kiss doesn’t last long, but your faces are still held close as you each suck in a breath through your teeth.
The unmistakable sound of the venator above being blown apart fills the air. It’s a sound of nightmares, one that would haunt any survivor’s dreams. You know that if you pull back from Sans and watch, that the debris and wreckage would look just like the squadron, like falling stars.
Your tears mix, and his hand tightens its hold on the back of your head. He practically squeezes you, but you distantly realize that you’re doing the same to him.
“I don’t want to die, mesh’la,” he manages to choke out, and his words cut through you like a knife. You press another kiss to his lips, but it’s more teeth than anything.
“I didn’t get to marry you.” The words leave him in a half sob, half laugh. You don’t find any humor in it though. You just shift to hold him tighter against you.
“I had a whole life after the war planned out with you. All the places we would go, all the things we would do. Us. Together.” The sound of the battle getting closer barely registered to you, as your mind was too occupied with your final moments with the man you love.
“D-do you have them?” you ask, and Sans nods against your forehead. “Then…then let’s do it. Now.”
“Mesh’la, we can’t marry ourselves,” he says, this time more of a laugh than before. You shake your head, stifling your sobs.
“Yes. We can. And we will.”
“In the middle of a battle?”
“Sans.”
“In these outfits?”
“Just give me the damn ring, Sans!” you nearly yell, and he pulls away to stare at you for a second. His hand brushes against your cheek, and you lean into it as his other hand goes down to his belt. He takes your wedding rings from inside his pouch, and he hands you his.
“Do you even know what the words to the vows are?” he asks as he slips his glove off.
“I karking love this di’kut and I’m going to be by his side until my final breath,” you say, and he lets out a chuckle as you slip his ring onto his finger.
“I karking love this gorgeous person, and I’m going to be by their side until my soul can no longer exist,” he says, slipping yours onto your finger.
“You had to make it better than mine?” you tease.
“Hey, I still said ‘karking’.”
“Just kiss me already and make it official,” you say, and you both lean forward, new tears spilling from your eyes. The feeling of an explosion landing just to the right of you doesn’t break you apart. Instead, you cling closer to one another, your trembling intensifying.
“Gods, my spouse is amazing. Perfect. No one can compare,” Sans breathes out, another explosion landing farther ahead. The enemy was getting closer. The sounds of the droids marching was getting louder. And the cries of the troopers were becoming fewer.
“Not as amazing as mine,” you say, and he huffs out a laugh.
“But I thought I was a di’kut?”
“You’remy di’kut. My di’kut husband.” The sound of a trooper being shot, and then falling down beside the boulder you were behind, tore your attention from Sans briefly, but he quickly caught your face and made you look back at him.
“Focus on me, y/n,” he says, and his eyes change. They’re no longer fear-filled, no longer hopeless. Now they hold love, devotion, and peace. They were safe, you were always safe when you were near Sans. Even more so when you were in his arms. And now, looking at him, you knew you weren’t safe, you were anything but safe. But you felt safe. You felt secure, knowing that he would live up to his vow, and you would live up to yours.
“Us clones are like falling stars,” he says. “People only notice us at our end, when we burn out. But you, you’ve always noticed us. Even before we knew who you were. To you, we were the stars that always lit up the night sky. You loved every single one of us.”
“Ilove every single one of you,” you mutter out. “I will never stop loving any of you. Especially not the brightest one.”
“And who is the brightest one?” Sans asks, a small smirk coming to his lips.
“You are, Sans. You are the brightest star.” His smile grows before you catch the brief flick of his eyes to look at something behind you. Only briefly does something flash in them, and it’s too brief for you to decipher.
“Say it one more time, mesh’la.”
“Say what?”
“That you love me. Because, I love you. I love you, y/n.”
“I love you too, Sans.” He pulls you in closer then, pressing his lips to yours one last time, and you sense it behind you. You close your eyes and bring your hand up to cradle his face, and he cradles your body to his. You share your final breaths with him, the air mixing between the two of you.
And then a single blast fires out. Your body sags against his, and his arm drops from around you. You’re no longer holding his face, but you’re still pressed together. The tears stop falling from either of you, and your bodies still from their trembling.
When the droids approach you, they pay little attention to your hands that are still limply held together, your lifeless fingers intertwined. Nor do they notice the night sky, where stars are falling down. Enough stars fell that night to represent each member of the 17th battalion, the battalion that died like falling stars.
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My sister and I were browsing our old art binders and we unearthed this dorky, old comic that she drew back in the day. You know, before the cancellation of Star Wars: The Clone Wars. We loved that show and all it’s characters so much it was practically the forefront for all the art we drew; four years in a row. As we awaited new episodes, I’m pretty sure our pondering was how this comic idea came into existence.
Heh. My only thoughts now are; Dave Filoni is not nearly plump enough. :D
I got bored and wrote a thing. Please enjoy my short little drabble on what flirting with the clone troopers would be like. It’s trash but it’s my trash <3
Imagine newly graduated bad batcher going on their first mission. They looked like the regs but with their modified gear.
Then during a mission Wrecker got a Tooka. Name not yet chosen. Wrecker is overjoyed with his new companion.
Also during that they saw regs with their painted armours and unit colours. Crosshair suggested something dark and menacing. And that they wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. With the exception of Tech they chose black, red and grey. Wrecker also made newly named Lula into the bad batcher!
They also had an argument on what they should use as the symbol. Wrecker obviously suggested Lula. But it was quickly shot down. It made Wrecker sad that they would disregard the suggestion. They all came up that a skull would make them look for scary and dangerous.
But Crosshair even though really cold helped Wrecker put a Lula marking on his armour. To support Wrecker he put a Lula marking on the external pack (the back pack thing that attach to their armour) where he store and carries his Firepunch.
Plo Koon after noticing how crappy the Trooper ID photos are in their files decides to organize a GAR-wide “Picture Day” like we had in school where uniforms had to be worm but you could add little touches like Boost walking in with a lil clip on bowtie or Tup with a pretty hair ribbon.
Plo proceeding to stand there, dip a comb in water, and give Wolffe a little comb over while he stands there grumbling before getting his photo taken
The camera man confused, because he was told it was a family photo day so he brought his little hand puppets to entertain what he thought would be children, uses Barry the Bantha puppet to tell jokes to Dogma who refuses to smile on demand until the 5th Bantha joke gets him to let out the biggest laugh and CLICK! New photo
Someone is the kid who got confused and thought it was pajama day (Waxer??)
Someone else put on their most fly outfit but got a stain on it FIVE minutes before they went to take their picture (KIX)
Someone was mad confident about their ability to do their own hair… and uh, while their confidence adorable and appreciated, it is 100% misplaced (Boost)
Someone always blinks… and that someone is Jesse.
Fives and Echo INSIST that they are each other. So Fives photo is under echos record and echos is under fives
Cody didn’t come in on actual picture day. So his is like one of the shitty ones taken in a random hallway not really smiling that lands up in the back of the yearbook.
oof mood cody thats my senior pic. I skipped for a rock concert and did a makeup photo
Rex’s looks like he has been crying, which he had because General Skywalker had just talked to him about another great idea that will most surely involve in him being thrown a few hundred yards by the force
When you can’t have a normal conversation for a minute with anyone because your brother always comes to annoy you. He’s like “what have I done to deserve this”
Also,he’s disgusted:
Animation made by High Ground Animation on YouTube.
I know i’ve posted some of these already but I wanted to share them again! A huge shoutout to the amazing voice actors I have working with me on this game.
The OBI-WAN KENOBI TV series just debuted so here are some of my thoughts. Obviously, spoilers ahead:
So far, it wasn’t bad, worked better than the Book of Boba Fett premiere episode for me but still it didn’t knock me down with any special emotions. The fact that the old, prequel cast came back for this project is my main motivation to watch it in the first place thus I won’t give up watching the next episode(s) until I see Hayden as Anakin/Vader. That is my current (and only one) resolution in that matter.
Does Disney even care for its own canon? Grand Inquisitor’s death seems to contradict that. And that is really irking.
I don’t get Third Sister’s plan. She came to the conclusion that Obi-Wan is gonna save Bail’s little girl because once they were close friends / comrades. Okay. But wouldn’t it be actually smarter to keep eye on Bail and dunno, eavesdrop and track him, and then follow the man once he left Alderaan? That way Organa would lead her straight to the Jedi. Instead there is some complicated trap in the middle of the city and other Inquisitors getting in the way. Dunno, this part felt a bit weird.
Okay, generally speaking Third Sister seems like an interesting and cool looking character, especially with the unexplained yet connection to Anakin Skywalker. But also funny how other Inquisitors kept the violence under control (to the minimum) while she is like I’ll murder this man and this and everyone bla bla bla.
I get that Star Wars likes to emphasis the special relationship between child and father (and oh boy, the single father Din Djarin is pretty popular these days, isn’t he?) and okay, Leia was always Bail’s apple of the eye sure, but it would be fucking nice to see more about Leia and Breha’s relationship. I’m disappointed about this one, ‘cause it feels like Breha is the strict parent tired of Leia’s constant antics while Bail is the supportive one and you know, special.
I also don’t understand Kenobi’s work, I mean, no one is angry that he is stealing the food? No one really noticed? I kinda thought it was gonna be an issue at some point, but nope? Not to mention they work in the open air, in the desert and leave the meat (?) just like that as soon as the work is over? Who the hell is wasting food in the desert like that?
Owen Lars though, I like him and his guts. I guess his and Obi-Wan relationship is gonna be a pretty interesting part of the series. I hope so.
Obi-Wan buried his lightsaber with Anakin’s one, that was the most emotional part for me so far. Some good symbolism to think about. But then, later he carried the lightsaber just like that, in an easily visible place, by the waist? Wearing a typical Jedi cloak? In times of purges? Eh. It’s hard to call it a disguise.
I’m also not sure how I feel about the fact that Obi-Wan left Tatooine and had adventure somewhere else. Dunno. I always thought he stayed there for twenty years, coming in terms with his trauma and watching Luke. I get the show needed an “action” plot but dunno, I could just watch Obi dwelling on the past and remember the missions / war experiences shared with Anakin and his character (psyche) being explored that way. Do I make sense?
And the last but not least important let down. The veteran clone trooper begging for support. I guess it was supposed to be an emotional and heart-breaking moment, two veterans broken by Order 66, the “executioner” and victim of that day. A scene to put Obi-Wan in a good light for sure by him showing empathy for a clone and so on. But it did not work for me. For one, the marking similar to 501st Legion - maybe chosen to give a hint about Anakin? - irks me because I can’t imagine Vader not caring for his legion (the only one part of the army just his at that moment). Like yeah, his empathy is questionable right now, but come on, Vader’s Fist doesn’t come out of nowhere (oh, how I miss Legends sources about 501st clones’ personal loyalty to Darth Lord). And even if that wasn’t the 501st trooper, why would the Empire even allow veterans to be, you know, useless, when the man is still capable of fighting? I mean, only 10 years passed between Order 66 and now, so the clone was 23 years old (doubled as 46) and still could be part of the army. And yeah, the new wave of soldiers were natural born and all, but clone veterans were kept in the rank as long as they were useful or either died in the line of duty. In Legends, Cody served at least up to 19 BBY–1 BBY (The Force Unleashed), which is way past his prime. The unnamed clone does not look to have any serious injury (or did I miss it?) and mental health was hardly the concern of the Empire and it is really weird to think the imperials would let the clone retire from the army for whatever reason. Even weirder is that the clone kept his armor that is provided by the military and by logic, is military equipment. So there is no reason to allow retired clones to keep it? The Empire doesn’t care for its soldiers, sure, so why let (“not useful anymore”) clone to take something that he does not even own in the first place? That scene just doesn’t work for me and I’m gonna admit, it was a bit confusing. Did the Empire suddenly give clones a chance to get out of the army instead of exploiting them to their last breath, as they used to do in Legends?
A companion part to how clones were portrayed in various medias. This time as appearance of unmasked clone troopers in (non-TCW) comics and other tie-in source materials.
(Sources in no particular order: Star Wars Insiders, Star Wars Republic, Star Wars Empire, Clone Wars Adventures, Dark Times, Star Wars Tales: Honor Bound, Darth Vader and the Cry of Shadows, Darth Vader and the Lost Command, Blood Ties, Routine Valor, Jedi: Shaak Ti, The Essential Guide to Warfare)
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