the continuing adventures of “master plo koon is kind of an ass”

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the continuing adventures of “master plo koon is kind of an ass”
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Kit Fisto
Hopper 5, 9, 18, 32
5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
He looks like he knows no order, but in reality everything has it’s place around him. And he likes clean places around him. So no dust or dirt, but complete organized chaos.
9: Makeup?
Nope. Never tried.
18: Favorite beverage?
He likes fruity stuff. Orange juice, lemonade, tea. Fruit juices and syrups.
32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?
He clings to a lot of lifeless things. Partly because of nostalgic feelings, and if he loses something he gets pretty upset. He is the memory hoarding type. Since he is a clone and is not allowed many personal posessions, what he has is really dear to him.
Spotlight of the Week - Kit Fisto: Guardian from Glee Anselm.
“I’m at the platform. Where are you?”
1x10 Lair of Grievous
Slowly but steadily coloring the left overs from inktober (: this is one of my favorites
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The 796th existed long before Commander Hunter took control and was faced with a mangled, broken ruin of a Corps to build up into a battle ready team. Here you can meet the original Commander for the 769th, the cruel and manipulative Commander Demolish
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Before the 796th Star Corps, there was the 662nd Legion. Hunter survived hell as a Lieutenant and was returned to Coruscant, expecting to be joined by the only other survivors of the massacre. Instead, he is confronted with no answers, no real empathy and a brand new General pushing for his acceptance. Hunter doesn't want a new posting, or a big promotion but he's got now choice. Now he just needs to survive the wild ways of the 796th and try to pull a fighting force out of this rabble.
Demolish’s Evil
Looking up when someone came knocking on his door, Hunter smiled and straightened, turning his attention from the reports to the man lingering in the doorway. Three months since he'd been given command of the 796th and he still hardly knew anyone by their unique markings. 'come in…Syndare, right?' Hunter nodded, setting his stylus aside. 'What brings you here?' 'that's r-right Sir.' the other man nodded, entering the room slowly. 'are you sure I'm not bothering you Sir? I can come back later.' 'Syndare, if I didn't want to be disturbed, I would have closed the door.' Hunter grinned, getting to his feet. 'take a seat, I'll close the door for privacy.' 'I-I'd rather you didn't, Sir.' Syndare stammered, wide eyes looking up at Hunter in fear as he sat down. 'I-I don't like being closed in, Sir.' 'alright then, I'll leave the door.' Hunter nodded, perching on the table near the couch. 'talk to me, Syndare. I'm only trying to help.' 'I-I know Sir.' Syndare replied, hugging his chest timidly. 'I h-heard that you were looking for information about w-why the Corps is so shaky.' 'well, not quite. I was looking for answers about my predecessor. No one will tell me anything about him.' Hunter sighed, running one hand through his hair. 'it all fits, Sir.' Syndare whispered, his fear growing steadily worse. 'Demolish, the cruellest clone to ever breathe. He tore down the 796th with ease.'
Demolish, so that was the name of his predecessor. At least now Hunter had something to go off as he started chasing information of this fallen officer. But something in Syndare's posture screamed that there was more to Demolish than a few uttered words from a terrified man. 'he hurt you deeply, didn't he Syndare?' Hunter asked, lowering his voice and reaching for his inner calm. 'he really hurt you, right?' 'yes Sir.' Syndare uttered, hanging his head as he trembled with fear and shame. 'can you tell me what he did?' Hunter coaxed, shifting on the table. 'I only want to help, Syndare. But I can't do that if I don't know what happened.' 'he…he…I can't Sir.' Syndare whimpered, his shaking getting so much worse as he sat there. 'shhh, you don't have to tell me if it's too much. Just know that I'm here to help whenever you're ready.' Hunter soothed, reaching out to lightly grasp one shaking wrist.
Of course Hunter expected a reaction to his touch, the poor lad had obviously been through a terrible ordeal. But Hunter had never expected that reaction would be a scream birthed from pure agony and a fist thundering at his face. 'No! You'll not have me again.' Syndare screamed, cocking back his fist for another go. 'Syndare, calm down.' Hunter tried, hard pressed to defend against the swinging fists. 'let me go!' Syndare demanded, so lost in memories that he didn't realise he was already free. 'you're safe here, Syndare. I will not hurt you.' Hunter uttered, trying to come up with an idea to bring Syndare back to him.
[BlackHunter666]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Taking over the 796th has given Commander Hunter a new perspective on things. He knew the burdens of leadership could be heavy but he'd never realised just how much weight his Commanders had carried when he was just a young trooper climbing the ranks. But now that he's in the top position, he's coming to realise that there is a lot more to running a Star Corps than making sure everyone comes back alive.
This is just a collection of random moments from Hunter's story, following his many ups and downs as he comes to terms with his new position. So come along and share his highs and lows.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Since his arrival, Hunter has suspected that there was more to this damaged Corps than a few dented egos and the usual issues with so many men living together in close confines. But he never imagined the true darkness that lurked in every corner and tainted every breath the men made.
Zsoldos belongs to 117Neva117 Akk & Dagger belong to Claradala26
Warning: Contains Rape, Non-Con, Abuse, Torture and heavy Angst. If these are triggers, please don't read this fic!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
You've read about Commander Hunter as he wrestles with the troubles 796th Star Corps. Now see his formative years, memories of his time in the 662nd Legion and his precious friend Reaper.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A bit of a side mission for Rhythm Squadron of the 796th Star Corps. set in the wider AU of my Chicago Clones story but I think it can stand on its own two feet.
Another Chance
Spending every minute of his downtime searching for the torture chamber he'd seen in the videos he'd watched, Hunter was starting to doubt he would ever find these horrible places. The cruiser was so big and he was just one man, there was no way he could search the entire ship on his own. But he wasn't about to ask the victims what they remembered of those times, he was trying to heal the men not dredge up more painful memories. But without a clue on where to start looking, he wasn't sure if he would ever have the chance to rip out the last reminders of Demolish's evil and cast them aside.
But as much as he wanted to keep searching, Hunter knew he had to focus on his lads and try to put them back together at the same time. So with a heavy sigh, he climbed out of the ventilation shaft he'd been using to speed his search and landing lightly in the corridor. Straightening his tunic and settling his garrison cap in place, he tugged on his gloves and patted the pouch at his hip. He had so much to keep on top of, so many of his lads had been tainted by evil and now Hunter had to try and fix it.
Looking every inch the competent leader he was meant to be, Hunter returned to the main crew area and relaxed a little. He was still separated from them by rank but he felt more secure in his own skin when he was surrounded by the burble of voices and the bustle of his lads moving about in their own daily routines. 'good morning, Sir.' Aquila called, striding over to join Hunter outside the mess. 'good morning, Aquila.' Hunter replied, still finding it a challenge to deal with Aquila's uniqueness but he was learning. 'I hope I didn't keep you waiting long.' 'not at all, Sir. I only arrived a couple of minutes ago.' Aquila offered, glancing at his chrono quickly. 'shall we, Sir?' 'of course, no doubt the General has another busy day for us.' Hunter nodded, entering the mess and heading for the servery. 'there was actually something I wanted to discuss with you, Aquila.' 'of course, Sir. What did you want to discuss?' Aquila replied, collecting his tray and following Hunter to one of the tables. 'there are a few things but specifically, I want to know more about you.' Hunter shrugged, taking a seat at one of the tables. 'you're not like anyone else I've ever encountered.' 'in what way, Sir?' Aquila asked, settling and starting to eat. 'I've never know anyone to be so particular with the way they eat or stick so rigidly to routines.' Hunter offered, sipping his kaf contentedly. 'I'm not bothered by it, I just want to understand.' 'there was a fault with my vat, depriving me of vital nutrients at a young age. As a result, I was hatched with a brain deficiency. Nothing severe enough to warrant termination but it does make my life a little harder.' Aquila explained, eyes down turned as he scraped his scrambled eggs off his toast and set the damp toast aside. 'one of the medics in my last company explained that it's called autism.' 'and this autism is the main reason why you cling to routines and regulations?' Hunter asked, fascinated by the way Aquila made sure all his foods were separate before he started on his eggs. 'that's right, Sir. I find it easier to cope with a strict routine and clear direction in everything. I used to struggle with daily life but now that I have my routines firmly in place, it's easier to cope.' Aquila confirmed, looking up from his plate. 'I can see how that might be beneficial.' Hunter acknowledged, bracing for the hardest part of this conversation. 'would I be correct in thinking that Demolish turned your autism into a weapon to force your compliance?'
Almost instantly, Hunter regretted his words. Aquila tensed up and dropped his fork, a full body shudder taking over as he sat there. Making a rapid choice, Hunter stood and came around to sit beside Aquila, pulling him close and trying to help him through whatever was going on in his head. All Hunter had done in his life and he still felt totally unprepared for this. 'I thought I was doing the right thing, never questioning orders and giving my all to my role. I didn't know any different, I trusted my Commander as I was trained to do. I wasn't trained to deal with the curse of Demolish. I didn't know what to do, we're trained to never question our seniors.' Aquila uttered, leaning into Hunter's chest. 'I thought it was all normal behaviour away from Kamino.' 'it's not your fault, Aquila. You're another victim of that monster. He took advantage of your unique mental state and turned you into his puppet. You are not to blame, for any of what you were pushed into.' Hunter soothed, once again wondering if he would ever succeed with pulling the 796h back together. 'I wish there was some way to help the men understand that I'm not like that. I'm not the monster they think I am, I just don't know how to prove it.' Aquila sighed, drawing back slowly. 'there might be a way, but it will take time.' Hunter offered, releasing his grip slowly. 'a two step process that should get you back onside with the lads.' 'I'd like that Sir.' Aquila nodded, picking up his fork again.
Shuffling over a little and dragging his meal over to him, Hunter settled back in to finish breakfast as he contemplated how best to help Aquila get back in with the rest of his lads. There were a few ideas that might work but only two struck Hunter as being most likely to work. 'I know Demolish had some sort of torture chamber somewhere onboard but I can't find it. Do you know where it is?' Hunter asked, reaching out to lightly squeeze Aquila's shoulder. 'he had more than one and I know where they all are.' Aquila nodded, taking another bite and turning his gaze back to Hunter. 'he had six of them scattered through the lowest levels.' 'tonight, after the lads have all gone to bed, can you show me where they are?' Hunter requested, aiming for a conversational tome instead of an order. 'of course, Sir.' Aquila confirmed, finishing off his eggs and starting on his meat. 'I still have the map I made so I would never get lost again. I didn't want to be beaten again.' 'you don't have to worry about that anymore, Aquila. I won't allow any violence among the lads outside training.' Hunter insisted, scraping up the last scraps of his eggs. 'would it be helpful if you were given a new regs manual, one aimed to help you avoid anymore poisonous influences?' 'I believe so, Sir, but until I had such a manual, I couldn't be sure.' Aquila shrugged, looking around the mess slowly. 'I see.' Hunter grinned, his plans coming together. 'now, just what has the General got in store for me today?' 'it's all right here for you Sir.' Aquila replied, setting his datapad on the table and bringing up the document. 'another busy day, Sir.'
[BlackHunter666]
Sweet comfort
"Weng?"
"Mhmmmmm..." Weng let out sleepily, cracking an eye open. At the side of his bed stood Dagger, looking really shaken while clutching his pillow tightly to his chest. The Sergeant let out a small sigh, but dutifully lifted the corner of his blanket to allow his baby brother to climb in.
"You know there are no monsters under your bed, Dag'ika," Weng said with amusement, immediately wrapping his arms tightly around his quivering brother. "What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?"
"No..." Dagger replied, looking up at Weng through his long eyelashes. He could feel the younger clone trembling in his arms, being near tears. To comfort him Weng made soothing noises, lightly caressing the strawberry blonde hair. In the end Dagger let out a shaky sigh.
"The Commander has been looking at me," Dagger confessed, biting his lower lip as he did. "I don't know what to make of it...Wen'ika...I'm scared. You'll keep me safe, right?"
Weng froze, instinctively tightening his hold around his vod'ika. They all knew what happened to the brothers Commander Demolish laid his eyes upon. It made him furious to even think about that monster wanting Dagger in that way. It wouldn't happen, not in a million years. Weng would rather die than see any of his brothers broken and hurt.
Gently he tilted Dagger's head upwards until their eyes met. There were streaks of tears on his cheeks that he wiped away with his thumb, all while slowly rubbing the other's back. Smiling softly at Dagger, Weng leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to his brow.
"He won't lay a finger upon you, that's a promise, Dagger," Weng said. "You'll have to be careful, can you promise me that?"
Dagger nodded enthusiastically.
"I will," he replied seriously. Then something in his gaze softened, and Dagger looked just like a small child again. "But can I sleep here with you?" he asked Weng shyly. Weng was surprised that his brother still wanted to stay with him, but did nothing to push him away.
"I thought Akk was your plushie?" he asked with confusion. Dagger only smiled, burying his face in Weng's chest.
"He is. But I feel safe with you."
Weng's heart melted at those words. He hugged Dagger tightly to his chest, making a mental promise to always protect him as they gradually fell asleep.
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