disposable heroes.

war will make corpses of us all.

[marshalcommands]

“icarus was a boy before he was a lesson” is something that can be so personal........

[marshalcommands]

[marshalcommands]

anakin: *shoots a gun inside, scares cody* cody: this is why obi wan doesn’t FUCKING love you

[marshalcommands]

one of my favourite mares from work is getting sacked from racing and i’m 🥺 but also 👀

[marshalcommands]

every day the simp in me grows stronger............

[eegnm]

He

[narkinafive]

[republiccommando]

Why pew pew when you can wallop?

[laciefuyu]

I know I can trust it to you

[1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5]

[marshalcommands]

[mxnrique]

whatchu being loud for???

[marshalcommands]

anakin: *says anything* cody: with all due respect, sir, which is none,

[marshalcommands]

          separate conversations were in progress when the sound of clanging footfalls echoed from the long corridor that led to the briefing room. abruptly everyone fell silent, and a moment later general grievous appeared in the hatchway, the rounded crown of his elongated death mask of a helmet grazing the top of the opening, his high-backed collar of ceramic armorplast reminiscent of a neck brace. sheathed in metal more suited to a starfighter, his skeletal upper limbs were spread wide, claw-like duranium hands just touching the hatchway frame. his two feet, which also resembled claws, were capable of increasing his height by several centimeters. legs of sleek alloy bones looked as if they could propel him into orbit. his campaign cloak, slit down one side from left shoulder to floor, was thrown back so that twin pectorals of armor plating were exposed, along with the reverse ribs that began at grievous’s hip girdle and extended upward to his shielded sternum. beneath it all, encased in a kind of fluid-filled, forest-green gutsac, were the organs that nurtured the living part of him.           behind helmet holes that rendered his visage at once mournful and fearsome, sallow reptilian eyes fixed gunray with a gimlet stare. in a synthesized voice, deep and grating, he said: “welcome aboard, viceroy. for a moment we feared that you weren’t going to arrive.”

[marshalcommands]

if dave didn’t hate my happiness we could’ve had a whole ass “commander mfn cody saves ahsoka and a group of younglings from drunk uncle hondo” arc but NO, my life is perpetual SUFFERING

[bopeep]

w/ a monotone voice “wow that is so wild”

[skybson]

100 Days of Clones 12/100

[marshalcommands]

“ the results were disappointing. i was devastated. ”

GAYLE SENTENCE STARTERS     /     accepting.

          hundreds     - if  not  thousands -     of  good  men  lost,  and  for  what?  the  swampy  backwater  planet  had  been  of  little  significance  in  the  grand  scheme  of  things,  but  it  would  still  serve  as  a  minor  foot - hold  for  the  republic  to  divert  yet  more  resources  to,  sparse  as  they  were.  the  only  information  cody  had  been  given     ( woefully  inadequate  to  properly  organize  the  most  effective  plan  of  attack )     was  its  name,  which  he  had  promptly  forgotten  as  soon  as  his  boots  hit  solid  ground  again,  and  that  it  should  be  taken  at  any  cost.  for  reasons  cody  couldn’t  seem  to  understand,  there  was  only  a  slim  margin  for  error  allowed :  some  of  his  best  men  were,  evidently,  acceptable  collateral  damage.

          but  the  senate  would  be  pleased     - the  chancellor  would  be  pleased -     with  yet  one  more  victorious  waste  of  good  resources  that  could  be  put  to  better  use.  the  debriefing,  if  it  could  be  called  that,  had  gone  about  as  well  as  expected     (  re:  cody  had  put  on  his  best  brave  face  under  his  helmet,  read  off  the  names  and  numbers  of  their  higher - than - usual  casualties  to  a  crowd  of  uninterested  nat - borns,  and  he  had  shunted  his  emotions  to  the  back  of  his  head  to  properly  examine  them  at  a  later  time :  never ),     and  now  he  was  free  in  the  loosest  sense  of  the  word  to  enjoy  his  precious  time  off  before  the  next  deployment.

          cody  hadn’t  expected  to  be  seeing  his  general  so  soon :  he  must’ve  been  more  lost  in  his  head  than  he  thought.

          “i  take  it  your  meeting  didn’t  go  well,  general?”  he  says  in  reply,  and  it’s  become  such  a  redundant  question  he  isn’t  sure  why  he  bothers  to  ask  anymore.  still :  no  rest  for  the  wicked,  and  duty  is  never  far  away.  “will  we  be  receiving  more  supplies  before  we  depart?”

          ( there’s  no  point  in  calling  them  men,  anyways. )