Comma_Gremlin

Hey Lovelies! Welcome to my page!! Stay as long as you’d like ;p Hang tight while I try to make this as aesthetic as possible… Sincerely, Someone really bad with technology

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A little about me…

Please bear with me while I figure out technology lol. I may be Gen Z, but I did not inherit the ability to use technology.

I’m a noobie writer with a love for the Clone Wars.

I only have 1 WIP and I’ll post the first chapter here and on AO3 soon. All of my posts you’ll be able to find linked in this post (once I figure out how to do that) so you don’t have don’t have to go hunting through my reposts.

Have a good day Lovelies!

(Again, please hang tight while I figure out how to make everything aesthetic lol.)

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The Kamino Files (Announcements)

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The Kamino Files: Kappa Squad

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The Kamino Files (Miscellaneous)

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ART

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What if the Kaminoans wiped Wolffe’s memory after Ventriss took out his eye? How long do you think it would take the Wolfpack to find him (or for him to find himself)? Who would find him first?

*didn’t realize until too far in that the scar was on the wrong side… whoops 😬*

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The shinies got introduced to sweatshirts today 😂

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🤭 oop

(realized during reference research that Cody has a thigh garter paint stripe lmaooooo)

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Look at those luxurious locks

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My second time ever REALLY drawing?? Okayyyyy, not too bad 😅😅 (at least you can tell it’s a person lmao)

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First time posting art, hope you like it!!

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I think the clone medics should worry the fuck outta the Jedi healers. Not as a competency thing or a suspicious thing I just think that given the fact that they were taught by the Kaminoans like 50% of conversations between the Healers and the Medics involves either things like "wait wait wait you mean we're allowed to have PRIVACY in medical matters????" or things like "what do you mean I shouldn't hunt my commanders down with a tranquilizer when they aren't sleeping?"

I just think their childhood has got to give them a skewed perspective on reasonable medical behavior/expectations and the healers are alternatively sad/pissed at what the Kaminoans have taught them to expect and concerned about what they think is proper medical behavior.

It started as me wondering whether clone medics are visisously protective of other clones' medical privacy because Kamino didn't give them any or whether they just, don't have a concept of medical privacy because Kamino didn't give them any.

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The Kamino Files

You Can’t Eat the Color Mint

Summary: Meditation has its discomforts, yes, but sitting at a desk all day was a different kind of trial entirely. One that left Shaak Ti stiff, irritable, and far less centered than she preferred. However, it is all made worth it with the small interactions she gets to have with the coolest people she’s ever met.

OR

CT-3337 eats shit and is forced to sit out of swim training. Instead, he meets the coolest person he’s ever met.

Word Count: 930

Shaak Ti stretched until her lekku swayed slightly behind her, easing the ache from her shoulders and spine. Meditation had its discomforts, yes, but sitting at a desk all day was a different kind of trial entirely. One that left her stiff, irritable, and far less centered than she preferred.

Kaminoan politics would do that to anyone.

Still, as liaison, she liked to believe she’d made a difference. Subtle improvements. Small mercies, but mercies nonetheless.

She rose from her chair and left her office, exhaling as the door slid shut behind her.

This. This was her favorite part of the day.

The training facilities were alive in a way offices never were.

Whistles echoed before she even reached the aquatic wing. As the doors hissed open, Shaak squinted against the sharp fluorescent lights reflecting off endless stretches of water. Pools filled the cavernous room. Cadets lined up at diving boards, seated in tight formation while instructors gestured sharply at holoboards. Others clustered at pool edges, watching demonstrations, while others churned through drills in the water itself.

“Breathe, kick, streamline!” an instructor barked.

“Yes, sir!” the cadets echoed in unison.

Shaak moved slowly along the perimeter. Instructors stiffened the moment they noticed her. They didn’t like Jedi getting involved in their training tactics. She offered only nods in return, never lingering long enough to draw cadet attention away from their lessons. Swim training was no small thing here. There had been far too many drownings over the years. Too many losses that could have been prevented.

She was about to move on when she noticed him.

A cadet, Year 3 most likely, sat apart from the others with his back against the wall, knees drawn up. One hand pinched his nose; the other rested awkwardly in his lap. His regulation swim blacks were still damp and torn slightly at the knee. As Shaak drew closer, the glint of blood caught the light, and the swelling bruise beneath his right eye had already begun to darken.

She slowed her steps.

He startled when he noticed her, scrambling to his feet.

Shaak raised a hand, palm outward.

He froze, then sank back down.

At this age, they all wore identification bracelets. Inside, a chip that could be scanned to pull up everything from vitals to batch assignments. On the outside, only a designation number.

“CT-3337?” She read off of it.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That looks quite painful,” she said, settling beside him. Her gaze flicked to the instructor already watching them.

The cadet followed her line of sight and quickly added, “I fell, ma’am.”

“I see.”

She spoke to the cadet, attempting to get his mind off of his busted nose. They eventually landed on the topic of colors.

“What’s your favorite color?” she asked.

He blinked, thinking hard. “Shades. I like shades. Sky blue, lilac, mint green.” He thought some more before offering: “I used to like colors when I was younger. Blue. Red. Green. What’s your favorite color?”

“Orange, because you can eat it,” she explained, “and you can’t eat other colors. Unless you eat mint, of course,” she added.

He frowned, trying to follow. “Mint isn’t a color, it’s a shade.”

Shaak laughed softly. “And you would be right.”

They talked as the drills continued in front of them.

“My batch went to Sector Fifty-Six a few rotations ago,” 3337 said. “We got to try nat-born foods. I like jogan fruit.”

“Mmm,” Shaak hummed. “I don’t think my palette is quite as evolved as yours.”

“There’s still time.”

She smiled at that. Something cadets and younglings seemed to have in common was their ability to drop wisdom without even realizing it.

“What year are you in?” she asked.

“Year Three.”

“And what do you do in Year Three?”

“Lots of individual testing. The trainers say it’s important, but I’m not a fan.”

“Well,” Shaak said lightly, “the good news is it’s mostly team-based assignments in Year Fifty-Two.”

3337 gawked at the number.

She laughed quietly.

“Do you get along with everyone in your batch?” she asked, watching his brothers run drills across the pool.

“Yes,” he said. Then, after a beat, “Do you get along with everyone in your batch?”

Her gaze flicked briefly to the door, where Commander Colt stood waiting for her. “Yes,” she said softly. “I do. And do you get along with your trainers?” she asked.

He glanced toward the far end of the pool to El-Les. “Yeah. My trainer this year is nice. Year Two was nice too. I don’t remember Year One, but I think they were probably nice.”

“You must be on a lucky streak,” Shaak said. “Good things happen in threes.”

They talked a little longer.

“I want to be a scuba trooper,” he said, “and a sniper.”

“You should add one more thing,” Shaak said. “Do you know why?”

He smiled. “Because good things happen in threes?”

“Exactly.”

A medic walked through the doors, looking around before making his way to the pair. Commander Colt walked with him. 3337 wouldn’t be allowed back into the pools until he was cleared by the medic as was protocol.

“If I come back,” 3337 asked quickly, “will you still be here?”

“Maybe,” Shaak said. “Why?”

“You’re the coolest person I’ve ever met.”

Something warm bloomed in her chest.

“If you come back,” she said, offering her hand, “will you be a scuba trooper and a sniper?”

“I am a scuba trooper and a sniper.”

She squeezed his hand gently. “And you’re a third thing.”

He frowned. “What’s that?”

“You’re the coolest person I’ve ever met.”

Authors Note: Just a short little one-shot in theory was cute but turned out to be a pain in the ass to write lol. I was planning on doing more world building but decided to simplify it to something short and sweet.

I hope you enjoyed this cheesy little fic! Please check out the series this fic is apart of: The Kamino Files

Commander Colt was probably wholly unnecessary, but I really wanted to try and start showing him and Shaak Ti’s interactions. Will definitely write more about that dynamic duo in later fics!

Also, on a good note, 3337’s nose ended up not being broken AND he most definitely gushed about his interaction with High General Ti to his batchmates when he got back from medical.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/78809666

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The Kamino Files

Kappa Squad: Entry One

Word Count: 759 words

The screen snaps to life, the image juddering as the camera is lifted. For a second it’s just a blur: white walls, flashes of white armor plating, the ever present hum of Kamino.

Then the camera steadies.

Beacon’s face fills the frame, too close.

“Alright,” he says, pulling the cam back to arm’s length. “We are nine rotations out from graduation. Lots of packing being done at the moment.”

He turns in a slow circle, narrating as he goes. The Year 9 barracks looks like chaos, controlled, of course, but chaos nonetheless: armor stacked everywhere, rifles stripped down on benches, duffels half-zipped and labeled in neat stenciling.

“Almost all of us have been issued our orders,” Beacon continues. “I’m headed to the 212th Attack Battalion. Same with Skids.”

“Whoop, whoop!” The camera whips toward the sound. Skids is sprawled across a bench, boots kicked up, a datapad balanced precariously on his chest. He pumps a fist in the air.

Beacon chuckles and swings the camera again. The image blurs, then focuses on two cadets cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by cleaning rags and dismantled gear.

“North and Atlas are both headed to the 41st Elite Corps,” Beacon says. “Can’t separate the duo, now can you?”

“Pretty sure Atlas would get lost in the field and die if they separated him from North,” Skids jabs from off-camera.

A rag goes flying out of frame and smacks Skids square in the face with a satisfying thwack.

Laughter erupts, sharp, bright, a little too loud. The kind of laughter that’s been holding pressure back for weeks.

Beacon grins and steadies the camera again. “And lastly…” He pauses, milking it like he always does. “Our dear Pike.”

He steps into frame beside Pike and drapes an arm over his shoulders. Pike barely reacts, eyes locked on the datapad in his hands, jaw tight enough to crack plastoid. He glances up just long enough to give the camera a death glare.

“He is so getting the 315th,” Skids says, popping into view. “Marshal Commander Rook. High General Krell…”

He wiggles his fingers ominously like he’s summoning something cursed.

Chuckles ripple through the room.

“Shut the fuck up,” Pike shoots back, stressed laughter punching through as he bats Skids’ hands away.

The camera flips, framing Pike dead center.

“Walk us through what you’re feeling right now,” Beacon says, adopting his best nat-born interviewer voice, the one he learned from those rare clips buried between tactical briefings and lectures.

Pike shoves the camera aside.

It swings and lands on North instead, who looks up slowly, deadpan as ever. After a beat, he sighs. “I really hope he ends up with the 212th,” North says. “So me, him, and Atlas can explore Coruscant together if we ever get the chance. Also so we can hunt down Relay. Heard he’s being stationed with the Coruscant Guard.”

The cam pans left.

“Same here,” Atlas adds.

It pans back.

Pike is staring at the wall now. Datapad clenched in hand.

“Pike,” Beacon sings. “How’re you feeling?”

Pike doesn’t break his far off stare, opting instead to flip the camera off.

“Woah!” Beacon laughs, swatting the hand down. “Are you scared? Scale from one to ten.”

“Eleven.”

Beacon opens his mouth to fire back-

Bzzzz. The datapad vibrates, alerting to the new notification.

Everyone in the room freezes, just for a moment before-

“Open it!”

“What does it say?”

“Let me see!”

Beacon hurriedly props the camera against a crate so it catches him and Pike in frame. Bets are thrown out, voices overlapping, frantic and joking all at once.

Pike inhales sharply and taps the screen.

He freezes.

The seconds stretch thin.

The datapad clatters as Pike unceremoniously drops it onto the crate. He turns and walks out of frame.

Beacon lunges forward and snatches the datapad before it finishes settling. His eyes flick across the screen and his hand flies up to cover his mouth.

North’s voice cracks from somewhere off-camera. “You’re lying. You’re lying. You’re lying.”

Skids appears at Beacon’s shoulder, reading over it.

“Oh my God, Pike.” His head snaps up. He bolts out of frame after him.

“No- no, you’re lying!” Atlas shouts echoing North, his hand shooting into view, reaching for the datapad.

“315th Attack Battalion,” Beacon says quietly.

He passes the datapad to Atlas without looking away from where Pike disappeared. His hands shoot up, palms out, trying to calm someone the camera can’t see. “Breathe, breathe, breathe,” Beacon says.

He turns back to the cam and reaches for it. “Fuck.”

The screen goes black.

Author Notes: Welcome to Kappa Squad, the first story in The Kamino Files series! This is my first time posting my writing, so if you’ve made it this far, thank you so much.

Please leave suggestions and critiques in the comments! I don’t have anyone beta reading these, so if you notice anything or there is something about my writing style you find annoying, please let me know. Like most fanfic writers, I get motivation from comments lol, positive or negative.

I’ll also be posting little character chart sheets for my OCs on my Tumblr: comma-gremlin if you would like to know more about them.

I hope to see you next chapter!

Thank you to those who liked/reposted my previous post! (I promise this is a one time thing unless asked otherwise, I wont be spamming you 😅)

@wolffes-jedi @joslynuniverse @sithicides @drowninginmytbr @echomina @elemmire-of-aman @jesuswarriordaughter

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/78789441

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The Kamino Files

“Before the frontlines, before the galaxy knew their names, they were cadets: troopers in training, learning who they are, who they can trust, and what it truly means to be a soldier in the Grand Army of the Republic. The Kamino Files follows clone cadets as they navigate drills, data pads, and their own place within the ever growing universe, all under the looming shadow of the Clone Wars. Cannon characters make appearances, but these are the stories of the clones you haven’t met yet: their triumphs, their mistakes, and the bonds that will carry them through a war they have only dreamt of.”

Kappa Squad: Entry One dropping soon!

This is a project that I am beyond grateful to finally be sharing with others and I hope you will stick around to see what I have cooking up! This is my first time posting my actual writing so please be patient with me. You can also find me on AO3 as Comma_Gremlin.

EDIT: it's posted!!

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*New* Star Wars: The Clone Wars Fic..? (Maybe?)

Would anyone be interested in reading a series I started writing about this Shiny OC I have and basically how he ends up joining the 212th and his experiences with all of the characters? So far it also includes characters like Kix and some nameless Wolf Pack troopers. My Shiny doesn’t even have a name yet. I was going to let the story develop and see if the name just kind of happened.

Im probably going to post the first chapter soon as the introduction and them if I get any comments, try to include them in the story for funzies! 🤗 (it really is goin to be more of a slice of life fic with maybe some deeper tones thrown in here and there.)

Anyways, let me know if any of you would even read something like this. Kind of shying away from the types of Clone Trooper OCs I usually write. Have an amazing day Lovelies! (I really hope someone sees this lol)

Me trying to find a way to phrase this ^^

[bitter-chocolate-stars]

Au idea

Faulty chip design.

The inhibitor chips have an unknown weakness to stunner bolts. The stunners short them out, rendering them dead.

No one knows this.

Now imagine. At some point during training a cadet will get hit by a stunner. Knowing how they feel and doing your best to power through being hit with one is standard training.

The chips are susceptible to electricity. Meaning that Sith lighting and electricity traps will fry the chip as well.

Order 66 goes out and everyone is left standing around scratching their head cause they dont know what Order 66 is. It's not in the manual.

I think it would be hilarious if Palpatine was fucked over by something so simple as a faulty chip design.

He's going to be calling the Kaminoans up for a refund as he's running for his life.

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#getting hit by a stunner is part of standard training so what youre telling me is only little baby clones are affected #shaak ti staring bewildered as a toddler attempts to murder her #all over kamino chubby cheeked cadets are being tackled by their extremely concerned older brothers #order 66' do u mean the baby riots of 19 bby -- @townofcan

This is canon to this au now.

The Baby Riots of 19 BBY

lmao I love it

[cookielessthan3]

The baby riot of 19 BBY...

Tell me why I envisioned a hundred "boss babies" tackling their trainers doing karate flips in tiny blacks 😭

[anaclastic-azurite]

no one recognizes my vision of putting clippy into the star wars universe

[shortcuts-make-long-delays]

how are we supposed to recognize your vision if you leave it in the tags??

[anaclastic-azurite]

Thank you @shortcuts-make-long-delays

To further my agenda, more splippy content:

Splippy looks exactly like an earth paperclip but curled in the opposite direction.

There is a Coruscaunt-Day parade that goes right past the Senate building. The Splippy float passes right by Cody’s new office windows. He vehemently tries to ignore it, those giant dark eyes peering in. He does not succeed in this endeavor

more than on vod has a tattoo of splippy

cody, bleeding out, has refused a medical evac onto a LAATi with a splippy decal

When splippy appears on space computers, he comes with a little chime and a little ‘wahoo’ noise (think pilsbury doughboy but more paperclip like). Several people in Cody’s life have set this noise as their comm ringtones. Several people in Cody’s life have also recently had their comms destroyed

Splippy was actually the end result of a multi-million dollar development effort to make the Republic’s official document programs more user friendly and navigable. The Republic is actually still paying off the price of splippy, to the posh, high-end ui team that created him. The development of splippy cost more than the price of an actual Venerator. When Cody learns of this he actually blacks out for a few seconds

Splippy talks and offers advice in a very distinct and shrill voice. Cody’s batchmates do their best to imitate this voice at any chance they can get. This habit has led to more than one open brawl in the halls of the senate between the GAR’s highest ranked clones

[anaclastic-azurite]

YES @huchamabacha YOU GET IT

[badger-writes]

"It looks like a pressurized explosion within the reactor system will destroy your entire project. Have you considered routing this thermal exhaust port somewhere else?"

Galen Erso pouncing on that 'No' button:

[star-farer]

no door

Summary: Sick ARC Troopers make for stubborn ARC Troopers. Tagged: @margindoodles2407

Author's note: I saw prompts 5 and 12 from this prompt list and I thought of this interaction and I just had to write something. Margin, also, considering your present state, I dedicate this to you, ner vod <3 Hope you get better soon!

“Kix?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is he on the floor?”

Reluctance was obvious in the way Kix pulled his eyes from his datapad. “Hm?”

With a roll of his eyes, Rex inclined his head pointedly at the shivering lump half atop Fives’ lap, bundled in layers on layers of blankets. “Why is Echo on the floor?”

“Oh,” said Kix, tipping his head back down to his datapad, “He forgot the barracks have a door.”

Rex blinked. Turned his head to take a good long look at his twins. Turned his head to take a good long look at his medic. Blinked once more.

“What?”

A loud sigh brought his attention back to where Fives was stroking back sweaty curls from a flushed face. “He’s running a fever,” explained the ARC, “Currently more delusional than a sentient on spice. Or as I like to say—”

“Shuddup,” sniffled the bundle, sneezing hard enough to make Rex wince.

“—more tubie than vod’ika.” Fives grin was as cheeky as it was charming.

“Hate you.”

“Aww, love you too, Ech’ika.”

“Stob id.”

“Maybe once you’re well enough to see five fingers instead of sixteen, I’ll think about shutting up.”

If he didn’t put an end to this, Rex was certain it could escalate into a brawl. Not that Fives was aiming for it, but that glint in Echo’s watery eyes betrayed his stirred ire.

A sick Ech’ika was bad enough. A sick and injured Ech’ika was something Rex just didn’t have the energy for.

“Okay, that’s enough out of both of you,” said Rex definitively, taking a few steps up to the boys, “Echo, come on, vod, let’s get you to bed.”

Unexpectedly, Echo’s eyes took on a new shine, features suddenly a trembling mess. “I cad’t.”

“What do you—”

“The barrags,” he sniffed, “Hab no door.”

Rex, he, well. He eyed the, the, well, the door, just a couple of steps away. Turned his gaze back in time to catch Fives smothering a snort behind Echo’s head.

“I’m—I’m pretty sure it does, kid.”

“No it doesn’t!” Echo’s eyes were wide now, and sure enough, there were those treacherous tears piling in their lower lids. “I searched eb’rywhere! There’s no door. There is no door.”

And with that nasally declaration, Echo broke down into heaving sobs in Fives arms, tears pouring down his face as he blew his nose in a handkerchief he pulled from somewhere amongst the blanket’s folds. Fives, of course, shushed him and rubbed his back accordingly, his grin smooshed where his cheek sat atop the blanket-hooded head.

Pinching his nose-bridge between forefinger and thumb, Rex resigned himself to his fate.

He took a deep breath in, silently begging the Force for patience. Crouching down, he placed a hand on Echo’s shaking shoulder and said, “Vod’ika, you need to rest. You — and Fives, of course — can’t stay on the floor like this. We need to get you warm.”

“I am warm,” frowned Echo petulantly, burrowing deeper into Fives’ embrace. His traitor of an elder twin did nothing to aid Rex’s cause, except muffle a laugh into his palm.

I’m taking away your dessert privileges, signed Rex with narrowed eyes.

Fives jaw dropped open. You wouldn’t.

I would.

You wouldn’t.

“Echo, how about I get you a gurney instead?”

Rex scowled over his pauldron at the clear attempt to draw a ceasefire between ARC Captain and ARC Trooper. With wide eyes, Echo peered up along with Rex to where Kix was sat kneading a thumb into his temple, his datapad abandoned on his lap.

“You’d do ‘at?”

Kix gave him a deadpanned stare. “I’m literally the CMO. It’s part of my job description.”

Echo looked like he was ready for a second round of heavy crying, so Rex quickly cleared his throat: “That’s perfect, Kix. Send for a gurney.”

“Ad thabk you,” wailed Echo, sniffling and wiping his face.

Kix, the little osik, walked over, patted Echo’s blanketed head, ruffled Fives’ perfect hair, and shot Rex one of his smug but lazy I-can-get-away-with-osik-that-you-can’t salutes. Clicking a sharp about-face, he strode out the room, presumably after the required gurney.

Fives yelled insults after his disappearing form while Echo sobbed like he'd been offered the entire galaxy.

Rex sighed, head falling to his chest.

This was gonna be a long day.

[secretly-a-trekkie]

it's for science

[chiliger]

Didn’t know that holo-pic was still there.

Here is the very, very late anniversary comic! I’ve had this idea since almost the very beginning of the series. Just something to chew on.

Bonus: Meme redraw to hopefully lighten up reader’s spirits! :D

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Wouldn't it be kinda funny to see a fanfiction parallel where Cody is the feral one and Obi-Wan, who has been training people for years and knows what responsibility looks like, is completely aghast at some of Cody's behavior.

After battle Obi-Wan turns around, completely horrified because this newly promoted-non force sensitive-commander just JUMPED on General Grevious and came away unscathed.

Or forces Cody to go to the medic after kicking a droid-no Cody he doesn't care if you have weight enforced boots, it's still a safety concern.

The further into the war they get the more convinced Obi-Wan is that his partner has some kind of force-sensitivity because how do you survive this long doing all the stupid shit Cody has done without it. But after while Obi-Wan just finds it devastatingly attractive

Meanwhile Cody is just relaying his dumb stories to his batch while the other's try to one up him with their own stunts. And the Jedi have to deal with the fact that the clone's were not trained to have any sense of safety and personal responsibility.