Just a girl (over 20) crazy about writing and stories! Fandoms include LotR, Star Wars (very much Clone Wars and Bad Batch, Mando), HHTYD, Wingfeather Saga, Narnia, fairytales and fantasy, and more! Check out my fanfics on Ao3 (DragonRider_9905)! What do I do? I read and I know things *mysterious cape swoosh*
I love that answer! I always have so many favorite songs at once.
Look, it’s NSFW, but “Juno” by Sabrina Carpenter is coming to mind. It’s so fun that I just think “hot pink.” The tune just makes me feel like I’m at a sleepover.
@evilwriter37, @clownery-and-fuckery, @miss-mouse99, @marvel-starwarsfangirl, and I’m currently forgetting who else I know.
I’m in a Hunger Games phase rn so I guess the two songs that are my favorites would be “The Hanging Tree” and “Nothing you can take from me” from The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes.
Both songs give me strong woody vibes, specifically green and brown. Rachel’s voice has a specific sound to it that gives both songs this rich tone of that makes sense.
Thank you for the tag @marvel-starwarsfangirl!!! I'm in my Epic the musical era so I'm going to say "Would you fall in love with me again " and I think of it as sort of a sunset where it starts with reds and yellows ECT and ends with blues and purples.
No but like, this is the thing about Sam carrying Frodo and the ring up the mountain. It's a cool scene in the movie, but they don't explain what's happening at all. The ring at this point is so heavy Frodo can't even lift his head. It's like essentially a cinder-block he has to carry around his neck. And finally he gives up and Sam offers to carry him and:
DO YOU GUYS GET IT? THE RING IS A BURDEN, BUT FRODO ISN'T. FRODO DOESN'T WEIGH ANYTHING TO SAM. SAM CAN LIFT HIM EASILY!!!! HE'S NOT A BURDEN AT ALL I —
a fun little research project i've been working on -- mapping out the locations visited by [members of] Clone Force 99, as seen on-screen in their Clone Wars Season 7 arc and The Bad Batch show itself. i really wanted to see where these locations were in relation to each other in the big, wide, Star Wars galaxy.
click on the map images to enlarge them in new tabs/windows; hopefully you can read the planet names better that way!
the full list of locations -- known, and unknown (ie. not on the map) -- are listed below, along with my resources and other notes. enjoy! 😊🗺️📌
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Note #1: Any planet names on the map that I had to add/type in myself are locations that I had to approximate, based on their Wookiepedia entries. They're not 100% accurate but I feel they're pretty darn close!
Note #2: This is NOT the complete map of all locations visited -- there were about 10 places that had planet or moon names in Wookiepedia, but no information on their location within the galaxy, not even a sector name.
Note #3: the pink-purple "misc" locations are ones that were either A) visited by non-CF99 characters, and/or B) mentioned or shown on-screen but no one really 'went' to the planet. They're all mentioned in the big list at the end of these notes.
Resources:
primary map (the one in the images above); from Wookiepedia. I desaturated the colours for better visuals and trimmed the edges a little.
used the links here to access the sector maps for the Outer and Mid Rims. it's an older but legitimate Star Wars source, from a book published in 2009, but I believe it has remained accurate and carried over into the Disney Canon. I used this a lot for the locations that weren't on the primary map -- Wookiepedia gave me the planet's sector name, and I was able to find the sector using these maps.
this map is fan-made and can be zoomed into very closely to see a lot more locations. There are also faint outlines for the sectors. I don't think this map itself is 100% accurate either, but it was still very helpful in confirming some locations I was approximating.
Fun things I noticed:
with it's "cameo" / intro appearance at the very end of Season 1, Wayland/Tantiss is the only location that we see in all three TBB seasons.
(unless there was a Coruscant scene i'm forgetting from S1??? that would be the other most likely candidate. but I think we only visit Coruscant in S2 and S3.)
(Ord Mantell came kinda close, with an indirect reference in S3, re: the imperials finding and questioning Cid.)
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The VERY LONG list of locations, by approximate chronological appearance in TCW and TBB:
The Clone Wars Season 7 -- Bad Batch arc
Anaxes
Skako Minor
The Bad Batch, Season 1
Kaller
Kamino
Onderon
Saleucami
Ordo moon (location on map UNKNOWN)
Idaflor ("misc") -- at the beginning of Ep 4, Hunter says he wants to hide out on uninhabited Idaflor for awhile. Tech says they need supplies and they end up going to...
Pantora
Ord Mantell
Corellia (where they retrieve the tactical droid head)
Bracca
Bora Vio (Kaminoan cloning facility; location on map UNKNOWN, although I'd guess it's relatively close to Kamino)
Raxus
Ryloth
Daro (where they rescued Gregor)
(cameo appearance by Wayland, aka location of Mount Tantiss / Tantiss Base)
Season 2
Serenno
Desix (Crosshair only; with Cody et al.)
Serolonis (Safa Toma riot racing; location on map UNKNOWN)
Skara Nul
Vanguard Axis station/base (location on map UNKNOWN)
Kashyyyk
Coruscant
Ipsidon (ipsium mine; Mokko & kids)
Silla (crashed science vessel & escaped Zillo Beast; location on map UNKNOWN)
Barton IV (outpost w/Mayday)
Tantiss (Crosshair only)
Pabu
Balmorra ("misc") -- where we see an imprisoned Howzer being transferred; he's rescued by Echo & co. in Balmorra's orbit
Eriadu
Ord Mantell
Season 3
Tantiss
Devaron (home of the Isa Durand's council, per Wookiepedia)
Setron (abandoned Hemlock base with the slither vines; where Hunter & Wrecker find the younger clones Mox, Deke, and stak; location on map UNKNOWN)
Lau (where Crosshair & Omega crash their stolen shuttle; location on map UNKNOWN)
nameless Ryloth moon (where everyone reunites)
Pabu
Barton IV
Pantora ("misc") (Rex, Howzer, and co. only; where Riyo Chuchi meets Raxus's Sentor Singh in secret)
Teth
Veelo (where Fennec Shand, Hunter, and Wrecker track down Sylar Saris; location on map UNKNOWN)
random asteroid where Phee gases up her ship & CX-2 sneaks aboard (location completely unknown)
Erebus (labour camp where Rampart is being held; location on map UNKNOWN)
Bora Vio (Kaminoan cloning facility where they meet Echo and his stolen imperial shuttle; location on map UNKNOWN, although I'd guess it's relatively close to Kamino)
Coruscant imperial orbital station (where they latch onto Tantiss shuttle)
Pabu
BONUS -- Star Wars: Hyperspace Stories #10, which featured Clone Force 99 (pre-Order66)
Hylanth moon (location on map UNKNOWN)
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if I've missed anything, or something seems incorrect, please let me know!! again, it's not 100% accurate or complete, but I've tried my best :)
My name is Dr. Miran Threst, and I'm the head of armor development for the Grand Army of the Republic. Or, I was. Palpatine's Order 66 didn't do my career any favors.
I exist in a series of fictional works on Archive of Our Own, where I find a goggle-wearing clone trooper with a mind as fast as mine who loves me for who I am—a scientist trapped in the body of an Alderaanian noblewoman. Don't get me wrong, I love Alderaan and my family! I just wish that family wasn't the ruling one. It makes things terribly complicated.
On this blog, I will reblog posts about my story, Alderaan, scientific findings, clone armor, my dear Tech, and whatever else seems appropriate for my character. I will also respond to asks and mentions as myself, so feel free to comm.
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Summary: Hunter thought that he lost you in the Jedi Purge. But then he sees a familiar face.
Length: 2.6k
Warnings: Mentions of Jedi Purge; Mentions of Death; Amnesia; Scars; Hunter's Undefined Heightened Senses; Hunter is Bad with Emotion; Angst; Female Jedi Reader
“Don’t tell me you spared the padawan because of her,” Crosshair rasped.
The temperature in the Batch Batch’s barracks instantly dropped several degrees. Hunter continued to stand by the window, not dignifying him with a response. But the sharpshooter wasn’t going to just drop it. Crosshair walked forward, not unlike a predator about to leap on its prey.
“She’s a part of it, isn’t she?”
“Crosshair, stop it,” Echo warned him, but Crosshair was not deterred.
“Are you willing to throw everything away for her? Turn your back on the Empire, on your brothers, on your purpose for her? A traitor?”
“She’s not a traitor,” Hunter interjected, finally turning around. “She fought for the Republic, just as we did. Side by side with us, with other clones, and there was never a word against her.”
“But you were always her favorite pet, weren’t you, Hunter?”
Crosshair squared up against his older brother, relishing in the hidden rage that he could see boiling beneath Hunter’s surface. The button was right there and Crosshair was going to press it over and over again. Until Hunter finally snapped.
“If she was so popular, maybe the clones were kind enough to aim for her head.”
Hunter’s fist swung around and slammed into Crosshair’s gut, causing the sniper to fold over, clutching his stomach. But when Wrecker moved forward to break them up, Crosshair dared to grin at Hunter. Ready to deliver a second blow, Hunter silently glared at Crosshair. But then Wrecker grabbed and set Crosshair on his bed like a petulant child.
“Take it back, Crosshair,” Wrecker warned, pointing a finger at him. “She was your friend too.”
Crosshair glared up at Wrecker before turning to look over at Hunter. But Hunter was too busy staring forlornly out the window at the Kaminoan storm. Probably wallowing in thoughts of her.
“Pathetic,” Crosshair muttered under his breath, knowing that Hunter could hear him.
*~*~*~*
It was late, at least on a standard rotation cycle, and it was Hunter’s turn to be on watch. Sitting in front of the computer, he started to slowly type. Tech had hacked into the Imperial system earlier and gave Hunter instructions on how to navigate through the database. And now that Hunter was alone, he needed to do some investigating on his own.
Finding the list of Jedi, Hunter scrolled down it with a heavy heart, wincing when he saw familiar names. Continuing on, he paused when he found the name that he was looking for. Your name. And then his eyes landed on the big, bold, red word beside it.
TERMINATED
Hunter closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, the fight leaving his body. He sat there, wallowing in pain, before sitting up again. And even though he knew that it wasn’t healthy, he clicked on the report.
The clones under your command had attacked you while you were pursuing Separatist stragglers who crash landed on an Outer Rim planet. You managed to get away from them and stole a speeder, which they then shot down. You crashed into a lake and your body was never recovered.
Hunter stared at the hologram image of you that accompanied the report. You looked stoic, cold, and calculating. Completely unlike the woman that Hunter knew. But he supposed that erasing the Jedi’s compassion and humanity was just another part of the Empire’s propaganda.
“Who’s that?” Omega called from her perch, causing Hunter to look up at her.
“Just a Jedi that we used to serve under,” Hunter explained softly, looking back at the hologram. “I thought that there was a chance that she was still out there.” Hunter powered off the computer and turned back to Omega. “What are you doing up? Did you have a nightmare?”
“Not really,” Omega stated with a shrug of her shoulders. “Is your friend still out there?”
“No, it doesn’t look like it,” Hunter replied quietly.
“I’m sorry, Hunter.”
He nodded curtly, forcing a smile to urge Omega back to sleep. But when Tech awoke to take over watch, he found his brother staring at your hologram again.
*~*~*~*
“It is unlikely that we would run into any Imperial entanglements out here,” Tech stated, leading the way down the stairs of the Marauder. “This planet is mostly farmers and not ones that provide any product of high value. Mostly standard grains.”
“Does that mean that they have food?” Wrecker sighed, rubbing his stomach.
“I would assume so, yes,” Tech replied, typing away at his datapad.
“Let’s go explore then!” Omega exclaimed, running down the gangplank. “You said that the largest city is right there, Tech?”
“The term ‘city’ might be inaccurate given the low population density, number of buildings, and other indicators of a traditional urban center,” Tech stated, not looking up from his typing. “But, yes, the closest organization to a city is in that standard direction.”
Echo and Hunter pulled up the rear of the group as they headed into town. Echo glanced worriedly at Hunter. He had been quiet ever since Tech mentioned this planet and even Omega hadn’t been able to pull him out of his brooding. And a quick check of the Imperial database clarified why. At least, if one knew where to look.
“Are you alright?” Echo asked Hunter as they walked towards the city.
“I’ll be fine.”
“You should try to learn to be convincing before Omega asks you that,” Echo replied quietly.
Hunter sighed and looked down at the dirt path. They walked in silence for a few more moments, both keeping a close eye on Omega, before Hunter finally let some of the load off of his shoulders.
“I have the coordinates. For where it happened.”
“How far is it from here?”
“Two hours by speeder.”
“Whenever you feel that you’re ready to go,” Echo stated gently, keeping his voice low, “just give me a signal. I’ll distract the others.”
“Thank you, Echo.”
They reached town and looked around at the various stalls and short buildings scattered around. There were a few supplies that they needed and so the Bad Batch split up. Hunter walked off on his own, searching for some part that Tech knew that this small planet would not have. But it allowed him some time to think, or brood, so he didn’t mind.
Hunter walked around the small mechanic market in the village, at least trying to look like he was putting in effort to find the part. He was in the middle of inspecting a part for sale, which wasn’t the one that he had been sent for, when a voice broke through the mist and clutched his heart.
“Can I get you anything?”
With his advanced hearing, Hunter was accustomed to tuning out the useless background noise and focusing on only what he needed or wanted to hear. And normally, he tried to block out the useless background conversations.
But yet that voice stuck out. Its familiarity haunted him and Hunter found his legs moving on their own, following that voice like it was a siren song.
“Byn, Table 3 is asking for more of the soup.”
“Did you want another napkin?”
“Can I get you a refill?”
“Thanks for coming!”
Following the voice, Hunter paused when he turned the corner and found an open-aired restaurant. There were a cluster of tables spread out in front of a white tent. There were some customers milling around, but it was mostly quiet.
And then there you were, appearing with the sun glowing behind you. It was you. He knew it was you. It had to be you.
Even though you wore civilian clothes now, he knew that it was you. Even though your hair was shorter now, he knew that it was you. Even though there was now a jagged scar across your cheek, he knew that it was you. And when you turned your head and he finally caught a glimpse of your eyes, his knees nearly buckled under him.
It was you. You were here. You were alive.
“Hunter?” Tech’s voice cut in, jolting Hunter out of his thoughts. “Hunter, do you copy?”
“I can hear you,” Hunter finally responded, pressing the button on his commlink.
“Are you alright? It took three tries for you to respond,” Echo pointed out, causing Hunter to look over at you again.
“Meet me at my coordinates. I’ll explain when you get here.”
Soon the Bad Batch took their seats at a table in the open-aired restaurant. Hunter’s legs bounced nervously as he waited for you to walk over, earning worried looks from Echo and Omega at his unusually anxious fiddling. Omega had only been given a brief overview of your history with the Bad Batch, as she was never there to witness it in person, but it was easy to see how important you were from Hunter’s reaction. She had never seen him like this before.
You walked over to their table with a polite customer service smile. Hunter held his breath, waiting for you to recognize him—how many men had half of a skull tattooed on their face? Or of Wrecker’s size? But as you passed out menus and treated them like any other patrons, Hunter felt his hope quickly dash.
“Welcome. I’ll be your waitress. Here are some menus. If you have any questions, I’ll be happy to answer them for you. Otherwise, I’ll give you a minute to look it over.”
You gave them another kind smile before walking off without even a small trace of recognition for any of them. Hunter stared after you with a broken expression.
“She didn’t recognize us?” Wrecker asked softly.
“There is still a statistical possibility that our waitress is not her,” Tech pointed out calmly.
“It’s her. She smells just like her. I know it. I know that’s her,” Hunter insisted, causing Tech and Echo to share a concerned look.
“Then why didn’t she recognize you?” Omega asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper.
“I don’t know.”
*~*~*~*
“You ever seen those patrons before?” Byn, the head chef of the restaurant, asked you as you loaded up another order onto your serving tray.
“No, why?”
“They seem to have a staring problem. Especially dark and broody.”
You glanced back at the table in question. The Bad Batch, once they realized that you were staring at them, quickly turned back to their meals, trying to appear normal. Save for Hunter, that is, whose gaze lingered, until Echo elbowed him stiffly in the side. Turning back to Byn, the man who had taken you in after your accident, you shrugged your shoulders.
“They’re probably just staring at my scar,” you mumbled, adjusting the plates on your tray.
“You let me know if they say anything to you.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl. I can handle them.”
Walking over to their table again, you placed down some of their plates, before turning around to grab the rest. But feeling Hunter’s gaze on you again, you turned around briefly, holding your serving tray to your chest. Echo once again elbowed Hunter in the side, causing the sergeant to turn to him with a sour expression.
“You’re going to scare her away if you keep staring at her like that,” Echo reminded Hunter quietly.
“I can’t help it.”
“Well, try to, before she calls the authorities on a man who looks like he wants to eat her.”
When you returned a second time, you placed a plate down in front of Tech and then Hunter. He thanked you quietly, causing you to nod and smile. Placing Omega’s plate down last, you turned to conduct your rounds of the tables.
“What do we do?” Omega asked Hunter, who was still staring after you. “She doesn’t recognize you. How do we get her to do that?”
“Based on the report of her supposed demise, it would not be out of the question that she likely suffered severe injuries as a result of the crash,” Tech began to infodump. “If that woman actually is her, then she clearly sustained trauma to her face, as demonstrated by the large scar on her cheek. It would therefore follow logically that she may have sustained head trauma in the crash as well, which would explain why she does not appear to recognize us.”
“So, there’s still a chance that she could get her memories back,” Omega suggested, but Tech did not look convinced.
“I am not certain. Head injuries are not simple to treat. And if that woman is in fact her, she would have been without her memories for several months now. And I would assume that given the simplistic nature of life on this planet that she was never properly treated at a professional medical facility for her injuries, which would likely exacerbate her memory loss and other symptoms.”
“Get to the point, Tech,” Wrecker grunted out.
“It is a possibility, perhaps even a high one, that she might never recover her memories. In part or in full.”
“But we have to try,” Omega insisted, slowly turning back to Hunter. “Don’t we?”
“I would raise an ethical concern about doing so,” Tech stated, adjusting his goggles.
“And what would that be?” Echo asked gruffly.
“If we are able to restore her memories, that will include the ones where clone troopers attacked and nearly killed her. And we will also have to inform her that her entire culture and civilization were destroyed along with most of the people she considered her family and that she will never again be safe in the galaxy as a Force wielder.”
Hunter stared down at his plate as Tech continued on with his explanation.
“While restoring her memories may provide us with a satisfactory outcome, she does not appear to be in distress here. As far as we can see, her other symptoms are not affecting her quality of life. And as the Empire has her listed as deceased in their database and she is seemingly unaware of her abilities, she is safe here. On the other hand, if she comes with us, there is a very high statistical probability that she will not be.”
“Maybe so, but is that our decision to make?” Echo pointed out, causing everyone to turn to him. “Because speaking as the only person here who’s actually forgotten who they were, and not by choice, I wouldn’t choose peaceful ignorance over the truth.”
“Well, what would she want?” Omega inquired, looking up at Hunter. He turned his head to meet her gaze, but couldn’t find the words.
“How is everything over here?” you asked kindly, walking over to the table.
“Can I ask you something?” Omega questioned suddenly, causing you to turn to her.
“Sure.”
“If you have the choice between remembering everything from your life—even all of the bad stuff—or not remembering anything but being happy, which would you pick?”
You froze at her question, tensing up as the scar on your face burned. Sensing your unease, and after working through his own shock at her question, Hunter scolded Omega.
“She didn’t mean any harm by it,” Hunter tried to assure you.
“Oh, no, it’s fine,” you laughed off, waving your hand. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
You walked away and carried on with your work. But you couldn’t help but raise your hand to your scar as it continued to pulsate and burn after Omega’s question. Glancing over your shoulder at the Bad Batch, you found your eyes landing on the dark and brooding figure who looked exhausted and dejected. You looked down at the dirt, feeling responsible somehow. But then Byn called your name and you had to go back to work.
*~*~*~*
Night had fallen on the quaint planet and Hunter sat outside of the Marauder, mindlessly whittling at a piece of wood with his vibro knife to pass the time. He tried sleeping, but after tossing and turning a thousand times, he decided for a change of scene. Hunter studied the design that he carved when he heard a speeder in the distance. Standing up from his seat, Hunter stared out at the night landscape with narrowed eyes.
A speeder came to a stop a few meters from the Marauder and Hunter crept forward, moving to intercept the figure. But when he smelled your familiar scent, he paused. Stowing his vibro knife away, Hunter stepped into the light emitted from your speeder. You set your helmet and goggles on the seat of the speeder bike before turning to meet his gaze.
“Can I help you with something?” he asked quietly.
“You tell me.” You stared at him with a familiar fire in your eyes. “You know who I am, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he confirmed softly after a moment.
“Good,” you stated, resting your hands on your lap. “Because I don’t.”
The first event of the year is actually not an exchange!
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(( A little note before hand - the mando'a word 'tracy'sal' is used as a term of endearment. While it literally means flame colored, the significance of orange to Mandalorians is that it symbolizes a lust for life and (as i read it) essentially bravery- basically, I'm using it as a way for him to call her Fearless))
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You were currently sitting in the middle of a forest you had no idea how to get out of. On a planet you couldn’t even remember the name of. You were feeling like the biggest idiot in the galaxy… the whole reason you were even out here to begin with was that you’d taken a hit to your pride and then run off instead of inducting the embarrassment of having to face it…
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Hunter was brooding beside you and glaring daggers at the boy across the way talking to Omega. A job had brought you all to a small out of the way planet at the same time the village you were in was holding their annual Life Day festival. It was supposed to be an opportunity for everyone to stop and just relax for a little bit… Unfortunately, Hunter was doing the exact opposite…
“Stop it.” You chastised lightly, sitting down a cross from him and setting a mug of some kind of hot spiced punch the locals were serving in front of him, “She’s having fun, let her enjoy herself.”
“It’s not her I’m worried about…” He grumbled, huffing and shifting in his seat agitatedly
“Hunter… she’s not going anywhere you won’t be able to find her.” You said sipping your own drink and trying not to laugh too obviously, “It’s a festival, try to relax… just a little…”
Hunter grumbled some more, slightly harangued at being called out, but still keeping a sharp eye on his daughter as he turned his cup around in his hands, “I just don’t understand why she’s so… interested in him…”
You laughed softly earning yourself a glare from him, “Hunter… she’s getting her first taste of love at first sight. It’s normal… it’s a right of passage.”
Hunter scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Love at first sight doesn’t exist.”
“Of course it does,” You say off-handed, wistfully, “How else do I explain the feeling I got when I first saw you?”
Hunter seemed to choke violently and freeze solid simultaneously, coughing to clear his throat as he looked back at you bewildered, “You… you love me?”
It was your turn to be mortified and panicked, unable to look at him all of the sudden, “Apparently not, according to you.”
Hunter was quiet for several moments, the silence eating away at you as the reality of what you'd let slip set in, the queasy feeling of embarrassment began to settle heavily in your stomach. Enough so that when he did finally speak, just the sound of his voice was enough to send you bolting from the celebration and into the forest, trying to out run both him, and the nauseous feeling in your gut.
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Normally, trying to out run Hunter was a fool’s errand, but by some stroke of luck you had managed to put quite a good bit of distance between yourself and the village. Whether that was because he was still in shock or had decided to just let you go, you weren't sure; but you had run off blindly into the woods until you had run out of steam.
Which had seemed like a good idea at the time… but now that you were out here, lost, with no idea where you were or where to go, you were beginning to curse your impulsivity.
About the time that you’d decided to stop wallowing and try to find your way to somewhere more hospitable, you could sense something moving in the trees behind you. You cursed quietly, drawing the knife from your boot and trying to listen extra closely to your environment like Hunter had taught you to.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but you were praying it was something manageable and not something that was going to easily take you out, like a Nexu…
The branches ruffled to your left and you lunged. The next few minutes were a bit of an adrenaline-fuelled blur, all you were really aware of was putting all the training Hunter had given you to the test, and having it blocked and parried at every turn.
It felt like forever, but in reality it only took a few minutes for you to end up flat on your back, hunter panting slightly as he knelt over you, pinning you down as he took the knife from you as gently as possible.
“Well, I have to hand it to you tracyn'sal,” He said moving to sit beside you, slipping the knife into the side of his own boot, “You’re getting better… you’ve been holding out on me.”
You bit your lip as you sat up, staring pointedly at the ground between your feet. Your head shot up to look at him however, when Hunter quietly cursed. You gasped softly when you realised you’d actually managed to cut him in the struggle.
It was superficial at best, a tiny little knick on his neck by the corner of his jaw, but it was still bleeding something awful for such a small wound. Hunter however was smiling proudly as he pressed his fingers to it.
“You really could be dangerous if you wanted to, cyare.”
You shook your head, turning away and moving to get up, only for him to grab your arm.
“Stop,” He said gently, but firmly, as he turned your chin back towards him, “Being stubborn. I’ve already had to chase you down once tonight, and that is more than enough.”
You reluctantly looked up at him, the burning sense of embarrassment starting to come creeping up the back of your neck again.
“I’m sorry for running off like that…” You muttered quietly, “And I’m sorry I stabbed you.”
Hunter hummed softly, laughing under his breath as he pulled you into his side with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, “It’s fine tracyn'sal… but, maybe next time… you should try harder.”
You scoffed indignantly, pulling back to shove at his chest, the smile on your face undercutting any attempt to try and act annoyed with him, “Shut up!”
He let out another warm laugh, catching your hands and gently pressing his forehead to yours, “Stop. Behave yourself.”
Hunter stayed like that for several moments, and you felt yourself begging to relax, tension slowly ebbing out of your shoulders as you leaned into him slightly. With a quiet sigh he moved to stand up, offering you a hand to pull you back to your feet as well.
“C’mon ner tracyn’sal, let me get you back… before that boy gets any ideas…”
Awwwwwwww this was so cute, sweet, fun and the perfect little holiday fic!!!! I love the detail of the cut on his chin ;D very clever! And the new Mando'a nickname was a bomb!!!! I love that idea! I'll love how you incorporated the prompts in such a fun way 🥰 this was just the thing to wake up to this morning! Thank you for the lovely fic!
How I think that top-secret time on Kashyyyk would have gone. Yoda would probably like the other three but Crosshair would be more likely to drive him to insanity.
I got the COOLEST birthday gift from my buddy, @dragonrider9905!
This is my OC, Miran (left) and her OC, Ryn. (Hello!)
They're special. ✨
Why, you ask? There are so many reasons! Many are spoilers for her fic and for mine, so I'll keep things vague.
Most importantly, both of these ladies come from the VERY FIRST FICS we ever wrote—fics that are still in progress! (We'll get there. Life is distracting.) 🧡
Both have left their previous lives and are now helping the clones.
Both have pasts they try to keep from the men they love.
Both wear incredible armor of unique composition, as seen above!
They were brought to life by the amazing @amalthiaph! If you want to commission her (and maybe give someone a great holiday gift), check out her commission info here! (I checked. These prices are still current!)
Happy birthday my friend and writing buddy!!!!! I am so so happy you like it!!!! Miran Threst will always be special to me. She's like my top tier girl for Tech, even over my own OC :D I fell in love with her in your series and I want everyone else to love her too!!!! You summed that up so beautifully, the similarities between our amazing girls!!!! They are definitely a power duo! These girls also started a fun and amazing friendship 🤗
@amalthiaph thank you SO much for your hard work and dedication to the artwork and for making it so special!!! It is truly beautiful! You did an absolutely amazing job!
