LOW ACTIVITY blog for POPPER. A Bomb and Droid Specialist clone set during the Clone Wars. In the 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙎 universe. A reclusive clone who has a specialty for taking droid parts and reprogramming them to his own benefit. An independent, private, and selective study and portrayal by 𝙍𝙚𝙡. [ * SIDE BLOG TO SAHBE. ] rules under the cut.
001. This is a side blog, meaning any follows will be followed back from @sahbe. Sabé is my main blog, and most of my activity will be seen over there.
002. The usual shit ... treat people nicely and with respect. I’m too tired to deal with bullshit. I will not be putting up with homo.phobia, tran.sphobia, rac.ism, bi.phobia, theft, in.cest, ableism ... etc. You know the usual shit. It’s block on site.
003. This is a mutuals only, low activity, friends-only kinda blog. If you’re following me on sahbe then yeah I love you we’re friends. I wanna keep this lil blog sorta low-key for the sake of my sanity, and to get used to writing this little hellion. In addition : I will likely not follow first. Anxiety shit, you see.
004. Blog will likely contain triggering topics like violence, cursing, abuse, blood, etc etc. Blog will be NSFW free.
He notices the box of parts half shoved aside, though he says nothing pretending he didn’t. They had all been taught a strict set of rules, to follow them to the letter. Yet the more time that passed, the more that the Commander saw, the more he realized that some of those rules could be bent. He knows all about the talk when it came to Popper, but as far as Cody was concerned, it was just that. Talk. “Is that what I’m doing now? Here I was thinking I was checking in.” There’s a lightness to his tone, he’s teasing.
“ Checking in. ” Clone repeats as he doesn’t look away from his gadgets as he fidgets with the parts and wires. Usually one to distance himself away from his brothers in his free time and not seek out conversation, he supposed it made sense to make sure he was at least still alive. “ Right. Well I’m fine. ”
« you got something right there … » chin had been raised , before she could resist the urge , she stood on tiptoes , & had her sleeve wrapped ‘round her fingers . wiping away the splatter of oil that had been bothering her for a while now . cleaning off the white & orange helmet the other wore . « there … all better . »
@popprs from jina !
Taken a bit aback, clone moved his head away from her as soon as she was satisfied enough with the cleanliness of his helmet. There’s a frown, not that she can see it. “ Yeah, whole armor is gonna get dirty. It’s just how it is. ” She didn’t have to wipe at it, it was just going to get dirty again anyway.
NOW , A HAND WAS PLACED ON THE OTHERS SHOULDER . if plastoid wasn’t between it , rex would have given it a squeeze , but he did not . simply turned the other around to face him , A HAND RAISED BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM , a warning . « listen , TROOPER , » no more trying to get along , no more accepting that ’ this is just the way he is ’ . « you got skills , you do , but you have to work on your PERSONALITY . » never had to speak like this with his own men , never wanted to - « and RESPECT the people around you . » a moment of silence before he let go of him again , taking a step back . « I don’t know what they’re doing on Kamino these days , but surely … they are training the new troopers different than they used to . »
He didn’t like being touched. Protest danced on his tongue but was quickly swallowed as soon as captain began to speak. Glare hidden behind darkened visor as he resists the urge to shake his grasp off his shoulder. He knew he took it a step too far, he always did. Muscles no longer tense as soon as he lets go and takes a step back. “ You mean they let someone defective graduate. ” Dead stare through helmet, his full attention now on the captain. “ Their training is fine. I’m clearly not. ”
HATED THE WAY THIS TROOPER WAS TALKING TO HIM . Disliked the tone he used , disliked the way he did not seem to care about authorities - heard about him before ( a strange one . Is he defective ? He prefers to be alone . He gets in trouble with superiors often . ) all whispers he had heard , but never quite believed - UNTIL NOW . « you’re pretty sure of your abilities , but I have to tell you - kid - your skills aren’t the only thing people whisper about . »
He knew what the captain was referring to. A silent scoff beneath helmet as tool is grabbed and device in his hand is tinkered with. A distraction attempt, really. He’s well aware of the question on his defectiveness. Something he did his best not to let it bother him. When alone, however, he couldn’t quite wonder the same himself. “ I’m sure it isn’t. You listen to every single whisper you hear ? ”
“ Haven’t seen this kind of technology before. ” Box of parts is shoved to the side upon his entry, moving to show the droid part to the commander. Technically, no, he wasn’t supposed to have it. But he was a bit too curious, and he wanted to see if it was a technology he could recreate for the squad’s own benefit. “ .. is there something you wanted, or do you just go around hovering everyone ? ” [ @starsspin. Cody. ]
popper is painfully aware of the rumors floating around about him being defective. it only fuels him to keep people at a distance, and gives him the excuse. but in all honesty it does bother him a bit, and he starts to wonder and question things about himself. he doesn’t know why he’s got an attitude problem, or why he does and says the things he does. he doesn’t know why he’s on the incompassionate side. all he knows is that he just wants to do a good job, build awesome bombs and droids, and just get on with his life.
He could feel the gaze, and frankly it made him squirm. He’d much rather work alone, without anyone else present or distracting him from his work. Tools were picked at and sorted through from the box on the table, before helmeted head turns to look at his sudden audience. “ What do you want ? ” [ @syntech ]