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I hate to do this, but it's not fair for me to sit here and keep telling people that I will be coming back when I just don't have the time to be here anymore. Between the new job I've taken and the care my grandmothers need, I just don't have time to be writing anymore. This blog and my multi are now on indefinite hiatus and my friend Jet has agreed to pick up Jesse and a few of my muses. If you aren't already, please give her a follow.
it’s fascinating how the Twi’lek can identify some shit’s fishy on first glance and yet it took a lot of other people to not believe it.
hamadaxfighter || A Tooka
░ A MANDALORIAN
DETERMINATION remained on boy’s scarred face, good eye squinting slightly up at the other. Gloved hands flexed against heavy WEAPON, lowering only when he deemed the Mandalorian to be no more than another nuisance. Shouldering rifle, he scoffed in response, carefully stepping around bodies of troopers left to be buried. For someone who was supposed to be searching their HUSKS for parts, Hiro seemed reluctant to do so with the man lingering around. “ Good thing I didn’t ASK for your input, ” Hiro said, SARCASM heavily applied, “ You don’t KNOW me, so back off. ”
Crouching, he looked over one of the troopers, frowning at the dirt and mud caked to the side of their helmet. Dragging his thumb along the plastoid, he cleared enough to see scuffed paint. Shoulders dipped as he sighed in DEFEAT - more troopers forced to erase their individuality for the sake of the EMPIRE. Lifting his scanner, he moved it over the armor before stopping at the loud beeping. He reached to the other’s belt and mumbled a soft apology before pulling loose a string of unused DETONATORS. He quickly clipped them to his own belt and moved to stand, using his rifle for balance. “ If their helmets are on, I’m not taking them OFF. They were PEOPLE, you know… ”
The lightsaber marks were concerning. He wasn’t sure if they originated from a running Jedi… or the SITH who seemed content ruining the galaxy. Hair rose along the back of his neck at the thought, a shiver forcing its way down his spine. He needed to go HOME. “ If you keep staring at me, I’m gonna punch your VISORS out, ” he warned, casting the Mandalorian a side glance, “ Aren’t all of you HUNTERS these days ? I promise you, I’m not worth that many CREDITS. I’m just a nobody. ”
Left at the Temple to become something greater, he’d become NOTHING. A fugitive on the run for the rest of his life, guarded by TWO soldiers who had the same path. His BROTHER had wanted him to help people… but it wasn’t going the way he’d planned. If he could see him now, Hiro was sure he’d be disappointed. Looking over the field of fallen men, Hiro felt his stomach twist. It wasn’t RIGHT - they were just LEFT there… like they were nothing. He turned to regard the Mandalorian with a studying look before he shrugged a shoulder. “ HEY - you ! Guy. You got a SHOVEL on your fancy ship ? ”
An uninterested hum filtered through modulated helmet, attention on the small boy that claimed to be scrapping. The snippy response bothered the Mandolorian little, his reason for being here rather different than scrapping. He was trying to figure out what took down so many clones in one go... They were often times wiped out quickly, some getting unfortunately hit as soon as they made it on the battle field but... that didn’t look like the case here. Too many littered the area and some helmets strayed from their original owners. Foot hooked under one stray that was near to get a better look at one that was by him, shifting the helmet to try to get a sense of color from paint aside from the blank white. These troopers were taken and wiped, same as a number of others.
“I know.” He moved to gently scoop the helmet up and settle it with a nearby clone. Perhaps something that would be out of the normal for a regular mandalorian... but not for him. He could recognize something out of the ordinary when he found it. Though his attention was dragged back to the scrawny person after a while. “Most. My job here isn’t a bounty. It’s information. It’s my job to find out that happened to these troopers.” Not that he thought it would matter... he assumed they were dumped... it looked like many were given armor to make it look like a battlefield. “They didn’t die here.” The clone he set the helmet next to had been gone for a week at least. While some others looked fresher. A frown settled over the hidden face of the young mando, his helm tilting as he shifted to look at another trooper without a helmet. None of this added up.
His attention moved back after a moment, helm tilting a moment before he glanced back towards his ship. “A couple. Why?” Whatever happened here was disturbing, of course... but the bodies would keep showing up. Even later on. I need to find out what happened to these men. Clones or not... they didn’t deserve this. No one did. The other would likely not like what the mando was about to do, gloved hands moving to pull the neckline of the underarmor down on one of the helmeted troopers, noting any injuries there before removing the helmet to check for any other injuries. lines on his head, indicating being tied down. Strapped down... any of those... Helmet was replaced gently before he moved to check the wrist and helm moved to look back up at the helm of the trooper he was inspecting. A soft phrase was spoken in native tongue, the hand of the trooper moved to rest on his chest before the mandalorian moved to stand.
He was silent as he moved to walk towards his ship in the distance, helm still studying the bodies in the area while he walked. “If you want those shovels, come on.” He can at least help and make sure he gets where he needs to go safely before going where he needs to personally. The village nearby would hopefully get some answers.
pracses || Commander Thire
Attitude wasn’t always given to others, but in the situation he was currently in… He was certainly not happy with everything going on. “All due respect ma’am,” Which, at the moment… was none- “This man has nothing wrong with him. If you think for a second I’ll be leaving him with you, you will be sorely mistaken.” Not only was the trooper in question one of his own soldiers, but also one of those that knew something wasn’t right… there is no reason he should be leaving the care of his brothers. “He stays with me, thanks.” Orders from higher up or no–there was no reason that something would be wrong with his trooper.
She knew some of the troopers would be... resistant. “No harm will come to him from me. This is a mere checkup. Making sure his vitals are stable and in order..." A quiet hint to the fact they needed to take someone. The doctor wouldn’t care which. As long as there was a trooper in the interrogation chambers. They needed the trooper this one was protecting to stabilize him... simply so he could give answers and be alive for them. “He needs to go to the recovery rooms, Commander. You cannot stop that from happening, or he will die here.” She needed him to let the trooper go. “Jek will be safe as long as I’m the one taking care of him. You have my word.”
hamadaxfighter || A Tooka
BOOTS crunched over armor plates as Hiro made his way across the EMPTY field. Despite the remnants of CLONE armor, he had yet to find any survivors. Crouching to look over a discarded helmet, Hiro frowned, swiping gloved thumb over the visor to clear it of dirt and grime. BETRAYAL lingered on the field like an old presence in an ancient house - he HATED it. Luckily, through training and SHEER willpower, he was able to drive most of it to the back of his mind. Sighing, he moved to stand, adjusting his HOOD before slinging his rifle over his shoulder once more. There wasn’t much scrap to pick from, aside from a few damaged weapons and a gunship off in the distance. He’d taken what he could, but he was running SHORT. He didn’t have much TIME - if the people he was looking for weren’t on this planet, then he needed to MOVE on. BEFORE someone else found him.
The sound of armor clanking caught his attention first, hair STOOD on the back of his neck, figurative hackles rising. Eyes flicked to the side before he reached for his rifle, swinging it up and around, AIMING directly at the Mandalorian looming just a few steps from him. “ I don’t think so, skrag heap. Get back. Don’t MOVE any closer. ” SCRAGGLY as he was, he was still a decent fighter - and a heavy threat if he was allowed to let loose. The rules were not to - TAPPING into the old lifestyle was no longer permitted - it was a death sentence. LITERALLY. And standing injured against a trained WARRIOR was not a good outlook for him. Wounds from the order’s sweep were still healing, leaving him standing awkwardly, yet MENACINGLY ( if one could consider him menacing… ).
For now, he had to rely on the training his brothers had given him - enough to SURVIVE until he found them again. Eyes flicked across the ARMOR, taking note not only of helmet design, but the paint and colors. It wasn’t easy to determine who and who wasn’t with DEATH WATCH anymore - the order had eliminated a lot of COVERAGE for all. Slight limp to the left allowed him better aim, but his shoulder was ACHING already - he was getting tired of this. “ I’m picking at scraps. What’s it to you ? ”
Clones... Hopeless creatures fighting in a war that wasn’t even their own... not that a Mandalorian had any say in that. These were still warriors... but the amount of bodies here.. they weren’t meant to fight the foe they were set against. Not trained for it. Some part of him sympathyzed with them, but that was a part... he had no idea how to fend off. Hands moved level with his visor, watching the smaller form take a weapon in hand and aim to him. Small, thin... barely enough to scare a tooka. But he should still be capable of defending himself to be out here by himself. Light paint on silvered armor reflected back some light, the mando’s fingers flexing some while he watched the small one hiss at him.
No harm intended, no malevolent tone... he meant to stay calm in hopes it would avoid combat for the moment. Scraps... from troopers? “Scraps from here won’t do you much good. Their armor is broken and cut in ways that wouldn’t do good for anything.” A small glance at one trooper covered in debris and dust drew his attention back to the other. “The wires in their visors may be the only thing worth taking, but even then... they’re likely damaged.” A means of picking the response apart, attention moving to the smaller figure once again.
The bodies littering this field... they made him think of a family he once had... one that was... very likely long gone by now. Some of the wounds on these men were lightsaber burns, meaning they had at some point... turned on their jedi. As sad and tragic as it might be... it only confirmed his suspicions... he left his brother at the temple so he could have a better life... not this. He didn’t mean to leave him to death. That was never his goal... yet here he was... having condemned his younger sibling to a fate he could have avoided... had he tried to keep him with him. The order on the jedi was unjust... even if they had been against the Mandalorians from the start.
I want it to be undeniably clear: I will not remove the Canon of Emerie being a clone. The fact I have to say it is a little concerning.
“This day keeps getting weirder and weirder…”
aka the boys realizing they have a child to deal with now 😂
Summon the suit!
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Emerie Karr in Tipping Point
Warning Spoilers from Bad Batch Season 2 Episode 14 - Tipping Point
STAR WARS: THE BAD BATCH | 2.15 THE SUMMIT
Theory:
Omega and Emerie are clones of Arla Fett, not Jango
their DNA would still be the same. That’s why Tech didn’t pick up the difference in s1 and that’s why we only know of 2 clones that were female.
Promo Cred.
Embrace others for their differences, for that makes you whole
Carrd. Contact.
And what if I added Emerie? What then?
everyone is alive and nothing hurts, yes, excellent :,) random headcanon: Hevy’s tattoo goes all the way down his back (i have a lot of requests regarding Cody; haven’t done a drawing with him yet, but i’m planning to, i’m just a slow potato) more outfit swap AU nonsense here (x)
JANE & THOR + thunder THOR 4: LOVE AND THUNDER Trailer 2 (2022)
