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I write a lot of Star Wars content and in this post you will find all the resources I use and great little things I've found that might help you! Enjoy and show the authors some love! May the Force be with you!
Star Wars Writing Resources provided by @nimata-beroya and this post has SO MUCH to offer if you are writing in the Star Wars universe! There are galaxy maps, calendars, holidays, date converters, media chronology (movie/game/tv show order), hyperspace travel times, several name generators, reference guides to the Jedi Order, infomration on the Clones and Mandalorians, lore, health and medicine and technology, food and drinks, languages, etc! There's a lot here!
Disabilities Exist in Star Wars by @calltomuster this is a good look into the disabilities and the culture around them in the Star Wars universe. A very helpful read with some additional sources listed!
Comprehensive Lexacon Guide for First Time SW Fic Readers by @lightasthesun Wow. What a mouthful! I cannot tell you guys how much I use this one. It's not a clock, it's a chronometer. It's not coffee, it's caf. It's not a bathroom, it's a refresher. Like I said, super helpful.
List of Battles thanks to @monako-jinn-storiesfor linking this because I never would have thought to. It links to Wookipedia but still a great piece of information.
9 Incredible Crosssections Reveal the Architecture of Star Wars by @musewrangler A great visual guide if you're looking to play with the architecture in Star Wars.
A Resource Page for all Your Clone Related Needs by @karttaylir-darasuum Everything you need to write about Clones including their weapons, cannon, terminology, stock photos, things to avoid etc.
That's all I've got for now, but if you find anything for me to add feel free to tag me and lets continue this writing resource for Star Wars Fans!
I did not know the Kamino cloning chambers were called hatcheries??!! That is the cutest damn thing I ever heard! It’s like they’re little chicks breaking out of their shells crying for food. little hatchlings. I can’t handle this level of cute.
But like who looks after the vod’ika hatchlings? I guess probably the Kaminoan technicians who hatch them, but I like to think it’s their ori’vod. I adore the idea that the first contact they have is when a brother wraps a blanket around them and holds them close, maybe feeding them a highly nutritious milk substitute or singing them a lullaby.
Like once a cadet is old enough to hold and feed a hatchling then they get put on hatchery duty, and no matter what position they rise to (Commander, Captain, ARC trooper) whenever they’re on Kamino they get put on hatchery duty.
I can just see seasoned troopers walking around giving briefing reports with a hatchling tucked up in their arms, or running drills with a hatchling tied securely to their back, or changing diapers on their kama because this hatchling is stinky and screaming and they’re in the docking bay … I can imagine that officer just raising an eyebrow and shaking their head when the second the diaper is off vod’ika pees all over their kama. Imagine if this happened to Rex and he’s just resigned to the fact now that whenever he’s on Kamino he’s going to get peed on.
It hardly ever happens that troopers need to be on official duty when they’re looking after a vod’ika, but in some cases senior officers do need to conference with their Jedi … so when Rex walks into the room with a hatchling in his arms, both Anakin and Ahsoka are surprised.
“Is that your baby, Rex?”
“No, Commander. Technically, he’s your baby. He’s a brother.”
Ahsoka would just lose her s**t over how adorable the hatchling is.
“You were a very cute baby, Rex.”
“Thank you, Commander.”
And they have to do the conference with a hatchling suckling on Rex’s finger and Ahsoka cooing and making ridiculous faces at the hatchling.
Anakin just finishes the conference with a: “Leave the baby at home when you rejoin us, Rex. I don’t think I can put up with much more of this from Ahsoka.”
I love the thought of the next time Ahsoka’s on Kamino she goes straight to the hatchery and is like: “I hear you’re handing out babies.” and then she spends the whole time looking after this hatchling like: I’ve only known him a day but if anything happens to him, I’ll kill everyone in this room and then myself. And she calls him blue, because “when you’re old enough little one, you’ll be in the 501st. Yes, you will.” And Rex is just there in the background shaking his head and pitying this poor brother who’s been adopted by Ahsoka.
I don’t know how fast a clone ages but maybe something like:
I’m thinking that even with their fast learning, the Kaminoans wouldn’t be able to do much with an under 4yo, so that’d be 1.5-2 years where the ori’vod need to look after their vod’ika.
This is the most glorious idea. I don't know what developmental age the kaminoans would decant the tubies but bypassing the crawling, standing, walking stages would probably really mess with them developing balance and proprioception as adults so yes, they probably hatch as babies not toddlers.
Human infants require positive body touch and interaction to develop well so if you want functional trainable children the babies will need attached and interactive caregivers to Foster their mental, linguistic and physical growth.
So they should have lots of interaction with the older clones. I would pay good money to see Alpha-17 with a baby carrier. Squads carrying around and cuddling their designated kih'vod in little armoured pods.
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It’s called Flickers in the Snow and it’s inspired by CuzReasons’ Eel-ectric Reunions.
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Hope y’all enjoy it!
SUMMARY:
A massive snowstorm is closing in on the Pearl Settlement and everyone is trying to prepare. While taking a break, Ingo overhears someone talking about a Pokémon with purple flames being spotted flying out of a distortion and decides he needs to investigate.
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#parents? neither jedi nor clones have ever heard of that#romance? neither jedi nor clones have ever heard of that#mentors? teachers? trainers? now we're talking
said this in the tags of another post but i'm still thinking about it. because i think this is what bothers me about a lot of clone and jedi fanon, like plo koon as wolffe's dad or cody and obi-wan as an old married couple. neither the jedi nor the clones have a culture where those roles are A Thing. there is no "this person is like a parent to me," or "i love them so much wish we could be together always and forever."
like, anakin marrying padme was a fuck up. that was bad. he should not have done that. that was breaking the rules in a way that led directly to his fall. not because he loved padme but because he wanted to be with her and only her forever and ever as long as they both shall live. very few jedi are going to approach romance/sex the way anakin does and that is good. and then the whole thing where a lot of the fandom can't... conceptualize not having a parent and that lack being a non-issue, so the clones have daddy issues regarding jango and all the mentorship type relationships the jedi cultivate are re-framed as parents with kids. and then plo koon gets to be wolffe's dad. because for some inexplicable reason this is a kind of relationship both of them would understand and also want.
lol so a month or so ago I went on a... this-adhd-med-I'm-trying-is-actually-making-it-worse?!!-induced fixation rabbit hole and possibly wrote out like 30+ pages about clone culture/worldbuilding. During which I realized the clones would probably have NO sense of amatonormativity, like at all
Why would they be ingrained with the same standards and expectations about relationships/marriage/nuclear family etc that we are familiar with when their exposure is primarily limited to:
1. Jango who requested a clone of himself to raise as a single father
2. Kaminoan scientists who reproduce via cloning
3. Bounty hunter trainers who agreed to cut contact with their families and live on a secret isolated planet for 10+ years
4. Jedi generals who are separated from their birth families, raised communally, and swear off marriage
And that's not even to mention their indoctrination
Chuchi: And what happens when you're too old to fight?
Clone: That's not a scenario we're trained to think about
Like the aspects of amatonormativity and compulsory sexuality/romance that come from societal pressures and an idea of "purpose." The belief that "love/marriage and having a family is the most important and fulfilling path" or whatever. That is not something that would show up in an environment like Kamino, which depends on and enforces an entirely unrelated set of expectations. The clones are trained and conditioned to value their singular purpose as expendable soldiers. They'd probably be specifically discouraged from thinking about those things, to the Kaminoans it would just be a distraction, most of them won't live long enough for it to be relevant anyway. (Not to say that none of them would ever end up wanting those things, just I think generally operating from a baseline of disinterest/low-priority)
I think this is part of why idk how I feel about what little of Rep Comm I've read. Like the whole Kal'buir thing, I get it for the nulls whomst he literally adopted but for the others? There's a difference between a father and a trainer, even if he's a nice one. And I guess it just feels like "fixing deficits" rather than letting clone culture be different than ours (same with like transplanting them into Mando culture/heritage, giving them all girlfriends, and curing the accelerated aging)
Also recently found out that the Jedi lineage thing (like the terms "grandmaster/grand-padawan" or "padawan-brother) is fanon, not from the Eu. And I def think those relationships could be important to the Jedi but it's funny? how fandom seems to only conceptualize it as parent-child lol? I guess Anakin does say Obi-wan is "like a father to me" but again, that's Anakin, and makes sense for him. Obi-wan doesn't really acknowledge that (to him Anakin is a brother) and we shouldn't assume all Jedi think of it in that way. There are so many ways to care about and relate to people that don't just fall into those roles.
literally this. i fully believe some clones would want to get married and have kids or find parental figures and stuff like that, but that desire is not The Normality They Have Been Denied. it's a life that some people want that the clones discover is a possibility during/after the war, and to some it appeals and to some it doesn't, but they don't have a context in which that kinda nuclear family life is Normal or Expected.
also pulling this out of the tags because once again, shaking your hand:
#our norms are not their norms#and it's so much more interesting to explore theirs instead of pigeonholing them to conform to ours#(esp when our norms are dumb too anyway)#so yeah more aroallo jedi please!
i think alloaro is/should be the "expected norm" for the jedi honestly.
#I also just love the idea of clones raising younger clones/tubies not as their children but as little brothers -- #like numa was calling waxer and boil “brother” the whole episode yall#and omega always refers to the batch only as her brothers not dads
my hc for clone family structure is based entirely around sibling relationships and military hierarchy. all clones are brothers but big brother = person in charge of keeping you alive = commanding officer. nothing to do with age, a designation based solely on rank and/or the nature of the relationship. to be a big brother means to hold responsibility for someone, either by the choice of making a friend and deciding to take that role in their life or by getting promoted into a position of authority. cody is the big brother of the entire 3rd system army, but also be decided to be a mentor/big brother to rex in particular because he liked rex and wanted to teach him some things to help him survive. (in this way i think they could be an interesting parallel to the jedi, in that mentor type relationships are the most important/form the basis for how people become connected and take care of each other.)
i love the idea of that sibling/mentor based family structure carrying over after the war. cadet squads are fostered by volunteering older brothers. wartime batches/squads/platoons chose to live together and run their households together. the wartime officers are the ones who have the responsibility of helping their troops adjust to civilian life. as clones make friends and take lovers from other communities/cultures yeah of course some of them are going to want the new lifestyles they are being exposed to. but also! regular every day citizens becoming part of clone communities should be a thing! some rando starts dating a clone and it's getting serious and instead of the two of them moving into their own apartment, the new person moves into the house their boyfriend shares with his old squad, and helps out with the cadets the squad is fostering. maybe the couple have some bio kids for the hell of it, and those kids get raised communally with the cadets. i think clone culture changes a lot after the war but i think some fundamentals of "this is how family works" should stay the same instead of being erased to fit our own cultural norms.
This chapter is honestly a relique, I wrote parts of it before I even finished the Skywalker Trial Arc. I tried updating it so it came after and now I need to rejig the whole this so it fits even later in the timeline. Still pretty cool what I have gotten down but It will look radically different when this material hits AO3, We will see.
Masterpost [Here]
If someone wanted the Jedi to do something, they would petition the high council. If someone wanted something Done, they petitioned the House Master council. It was made up of the head of departments within the coruscant temple and were in charge of the day to day happenings. For every Jedi Knight going out to help settle conflicts there were 10 other Jedi and assorted staff refueling their ship, packing them rations, teaching their future apprentice, and keeping the temple safe and stocked with medical supplies for them to return to. One could call them the Shadow Council except 1) they generally stayed out of policy and politics (except for the legal and public relations department of course) and 2) there was a council for the Jedi shadows and it would be confusing if they were both named that.
Mace loved his fellow high councilors, they were his friends and mentors and well deserving of the respect they garnered, but his life's work as Head of the Jedi order was to get it through their heads that the housemaster council was not only just as important as the high council but should not be a separate entity. Alas he was up against decades of historical precedent and anti-knight track rhetoric.
It had been half a tenday since lift off and already every housemaster had a wealth of information about the Vode.
Like what Manducare and Pell experienced the first day, the Vode had already gone to every department and freely offered up their supplies and help, some departments were lucky in that the Vode already had skills related to the task, like ship repair and cooking but most could only bring organization skills and enthusiasm. Lots of enthusiasm.
“It's like having a whole platoon of weirdly competent crechlings. One group has helpfully done inventory, made a spreadsheet, prepared a restock list and gotten you tea but then another has gotten into a lightsaber battle using brooms or just found out you can make ships out of flimsi that fly and most of the time it's the same group.”
“The worry they exude when you catch them playing is frightening, but at least they seem aware in some way that we won't harm them for doing so.”
“They learn things unnaturally fast too. I teach one and then suddenly they are all trying to follow the instructions. I do catch some teaching the others but its rare considering how many others also know”
“I've had one quote, word for word, something I taught another, just to ask a question about what made this a different situation. They hadn't even talked to each other at that point.”
“They absorb and are willing to share a lot of information. Its almost suspicious how open they are.”
“Even if they are completely genuine there is something strange about their story.”
“At least they're nice”
Mace put his head in his head as the conversation continued around him
“You know that's worse right? Like they might be some form of force worshipping clone cult. Maybe our missions will be them trying to recruit new followers, and spread the Holy word of the Jedi”
“Why would a clone cult be made entirely of soldiers? ”
“No, they invented the cult after they freed themselves. You've seen how every single one of them radiates more love and joy into the force than a tanker explosion leaks oil. We’ve never met a group so freakishly happy to see us.”
“They got freed from glorified slavery as soldiers! Of course they are happy!”
“I don't agree with the Force Cult idea but it is weird they know so much detailed or even private information about us, although it seems to plague some Jedi more than others.”
Mace sends a ripple in the force and everyone quiets. “It's best for us to keep our minds open, and eyes sharp. They are willing to talk to us, so let's focus on gathering facts instead of speculation. Is there anything concrete anyone else wants to add?”
“I think whatever they put in the retraining schedule will be a good indication of their intentions.” Jocasta Nu said. “I’ve got some shadows ready to steal a copy once it's made but I think it will tip their hand as to whether they plan to preach their doctrine or try some sketchy techniques to ensure obedience”.
“We might know before then.” Manducare said “They are planning something, an event I think. They’ve been going all in on hoarding alcohol and making blankets. I saw them recalculate the food reserves and go through the multi-species recipe archives. I think they are trying to surprise us. Which would be cute if not for, you know.”
Mace was struck with a thought, the vode had his schedule and if they were planning something they would prepare a slot in advance.
“It’s going to happen two cycles after all the Corps get here, there is a suspicious lack of meetings on my calendar then.”
The council mulled over that thought, it was only a couple cycles more.
“Let’s get back to department reports. I believe the legal department was given a copy of the recording they played when we left coruscant”
“Yes, we were. They claim that since a Jedi was the one who commissioned them that as the buyers we owe them compensation for the sentient rights violation involved in their creation. And thus them taking us from coruscant was them drafting us into service for their reintegration into society. Since they know we don't have the credits for monetary compensation.
They even mentioned and used correctly the Russian Reform bylaws. Most senators don’t even use those correctly. It's solid work. Impressive really. While there will no doubt be backlash against the Jedi order for their hand in such an unethical act as making a clone army, The evidence they used proving us as the buyers was already prepped and ready for us to refute our involvement of the deal but agree to the arrangement anyways, solidifying both of our groups as noble and just institutions. Not to mention if they are correct that they are setting up a call center for people in need of Jedi help we can do some spectacular charitable publicity work without having to work around senate mandates or oversight. By the time we return to Coruscant and resubmit to the senate's authority we could angle to have some genuine bargaining power by way of public opinion.”
Bargaining power over the senate, Mace never thought he'd see the day.
“It’s weirdly good. This is the kind of quality work you expect from a galactic senator's speechwriting team, not a group of child soldiers. Makes you wonder what these kaminoans taught them to be so competent.”
Another spoke up “So far everything they do they are either complete novices and improve unnaturally fast or are already masters of the craft. I think politics is just another example of that.”
Mace leaned forward. “Can we get an official press release prepared if I get our captors to agree?”
“It’s already written. The Vode handed over the details on their investigations into the Kaminoans financial records, notes on how to refute the buyers claim and what evidence falls on either side. It will need to be cross referenced by our own shadows for verification before we can release it but it was more than enough to start speechwriting. I’m more worried about what methods of broadcasting we will be allowed to use, especially since we still have limited access to the holonet.”
“Pick what you think is the best solution and just ask.” Master Nu said “I was going to recommend that going forward, The Vode have been remarkable forthcoming when I just ask questions, even rather rude ones. They tell you if they can’t tell you something, like if it’s classified or related to a topic they are going to go over in the high council soon.
Mandalorian culture values honesty, loyalty, and family and it seems the Vode picked those traits up. They do use plenty of Mandalorian words but they don't seem universally fluent so I’m not sure what the connection is”
“Their genetic donor is mandalorian.” Vokara Che responded, when everyone else looked over she shrugged “I asked. They answered. It was a bounty hunter named Jango Fett. They call him Prime and they Do Not like him. It would not account for the cultural aspect but I was more interested in the genetic modifications they were given. Get someone else to focus on their upbringing and training. I want to know but I’ve got my hands full with the tubies.”
“I’ve got a detailed list of their training,” Master Shay said. Xhey managed not to leak their worry into the force but were still navy blue with it. “They came by a couple of times. Outside of offering supplies and help. First they wanted to meet the padawan age kids. They had already picked out which one they wanted, Knew them by Name and on Sight. I don’t know how much research they have done on us beforehand but the one in charge had a montral pattern on their armor and wanted to see a Torgurta. They were thrown out for fighting with their student, but said student immediately started pestering her teacher to see them again. She might have already snuck out to do so.
“The second time they came by was to brief us on integrating their students with ours. At least if they are holding our kids hostage then we are also holding theirs as well. They agreed to share housing and our education program. Although obviously we will need Educrop’s help in getting all of them up to the same level. They know almost nothing outside of war, and they weren't even supposed to know any language outside of basic. They learned binary from their robot nursemaids and picked up Mando’a and Kaminiise from watching the ones who trained them. Their knowledge of the last two is laughably incomplete. Kaminiise is entirely scientific terminology so they call each other ‘organism’ even in a casual context.
I sent my annotated notes from our meeting to the official comm. I don’t recommend reading it all in one sitting. It’s inhumane. The training they want to impose on their own little ones is barely better, like somehow the fact that your arn’t going to be killed for failing makes up for working them to the bone. I can't wait for a slave rehabilitation expert to get here because I don’t know how to explain anything to them. They know they were created cruelly but not how insidious it is, that they are so used to it that they figure anything that Isn’t That must be ethical behaviour.
They are really genuinely trying though, to figure out to be kind. I think they had some role models in their past that they are mimicking but a lot of the context is lost. Makes you wonder who stepped up to make the best of a bad situation, whose kindness lives on through them.
More Lore! Like this is nothing but logistics and lore, I enjoyed writing this but I don't know if you'll enjoy reading this. Tell me what you think
Masterpost [Here]
For the clinics, the Vode cleared out their own medical ships, (the one that didn’t have tubies on them at least) made sure they had plenty of drop ships for cargo or grabbing multiple clinics on the same system and sent them off to pick them up.
Despite the Order from Master Windu, most clinics were reluctant to leave their posts. They might be understaffed, underfunded and overworked but they were still the only thing standing between these communities and an epidemic. So the Vode didn’t frame it as ‘indefinite hiatus of your duties’ but instead it was a short vacation then redeployment with better supplies and more staff. ‘Look at our fancy new hospital ship, with state of the art equipment and fully stocked with high end supplies and plenty of trained volunteers to help you out. Here let us help you finish your backlog, see if our machines can treat your long term patients, and make sure things are ready for your absence.’
Once the jedi paladins were aboard, (medicorp were called paladins, not knights Cool!) they had a check list. Check up, Good meal, good wash with actual hot water, New Clothes, (yes, you can keep your old ones.) Long nap. (not meditation, actual sleep) It was good Jedi management, as they were exhausted, and by the time they woke up again the ship had left the system so they could do something stupid like agonise over their decision to leave. They kept them to simple duties afterwards, and It was fun to watch them grow more and more lively as the rest built them back up.
Many teared up during the check up, (yes, these are the equipment you will get to use after redeployment, yes we have enough Bacta for small cuts) They had been using older, more primitive techniques to make the few credits they did have go further, heal more people, often relying on force healing instead of a Bacta stock.
Force healing, while quite miraculous, was physically draining, and if someone uses it often enough it can cause damage to them. Great short term, horrible long term. Speaking of long term, estimates of supplying everyone long term would have issues. They were beginning to see a problem developing.
For the hospital ships they asked what they were currently deployed for, loaded a frigate with supplies based on their estimated needs and made sure everyone they sent over had a refresher course on first aid and nursing basics.
Once they hooked up with the Ship they set to work. One ship was deployed at _____ it had become an unexpected trading hub between a variety of mid and outer rim planets and _____ highway, but had an outbreak of cartozon 53 that their still developing system couldn’t handle, if left alone it would spread to the highway and wretch havoc, as vaccination efforts had slackened due to the disease almost dying out.
With Vode help they could vaccinate thousands a cycle rather than a hundred or two. As the vode focused on organizing the people though and giving them the hypo, freeing up the paladins to focus on producing the vaccine from the supplies the vode brought.
“Why are you doing this?” The Hospital ship director asked.
The Vod that was closest shrugged “Jedi get squirrelly if they leave suffering people behind. Start seeing what they can do to disobey orders. You start finding supplies missing or convenient engine failure. It’s more efficient to let them finish their job, help them help others, than to have to triple check the packed supplies and keep them from running off. ”
The hospital director stared at them like this was a confusing concept but to the vode it was basic jedi management. They were writing a manuel on it, this was under the section, ‘give the Jedi room to do their force stuff’ with tips like ‘have a trooper assigned to follow them, as they tend to wander off due to a feeling ‘in the force’ and then be too distracted to tell you’ and ‘if the Jedi says “I have a bad feeling” immediately prepare a back-up plan because something is going to go wrong.’
Another ship was on Algara II. The planet had experienced a deluge, resulting in flooding, which they had handled, but the place the populous had evacuated to experienced a series of mudslides, ruining the temporary encampments.
Easy to fix, Bacta for scraps and cuts, plenty of splints and braces for broken limps, LOTS of soap, and they even threw in their temporary encampment supplies. The vode weren't gonna need deployment gear all that much.
The Chief Paladin’s padawan(?) (maybe assistant or secretary) cried. They had run out of Bacta a fortnight ago, and when the templeship lifted off, they thought the coruscant jedi had abandoned them. The vode decided not to mention that the coruscanti temple didn’t have any bacta to spare, that these supplies they were giving to them were stolen just as all the ships and equipment and even the Vode themselves arguably were.
Eventually, the war supplies they stole would run out, the credits taken from Palpatine and pirates and slavers would dry up. Especially if they want to keep using it on supplying the jedi like they clearly needed to be. So the vode decided that they would find a large bacta growth facility, invade it, strip it for parts and rebuild it with the depths of the Temple. The Jedi would disapprove of them causing such a supply chain problem and invading an innocent party but they would just, not tell them. It will be a surprise! This way the Jedi could have as much Bacta as they needed without worrying about long term supplies. Excellent plan. Problem solved!
In the meantime, they upped the priority on getting Jedi shadow to help them track down all of Palpatine’s cronies' credit accounts.
Educorp worked like the clinic system from medicorp. They were stationed in rural, dangerous outposts, giving the local kids the best free education they could. The Vode focused more on ‘Hey, your life could be in danger and you can’t return to teach your kids if you're dead’ rather than on redeployment and supplies. The vode wasn’t exactly sure what supplies were needed for non-vod education. At first they thought the Jedi Sages were the most stubborn in refusing to leave, but it turns out that many had a gaggle of orphans they had collected and didn’t want to leave behind. Even if the Sage didn't have much food and safety to offer the little ones, especially since they, like the other corps, struggled with support from the main temple, it was still better than the streets. Technically it was against the Jedi Code to have children, but the ancient documents were unclear if this included adoption or just pregnancies, so the Sages were worried about being thrown out due to this technicality. The Vode, on the other hand, were more than happy to bring the kids along. If worse comes to worse, they tell the teachers, we will take the fall for bringing them. Once everyone returned, (far too late for the council to object to bringing the children back) the Vode would have to ask Master Windu what the Jetii rules for adoption was, because plenty of troopers wanted to offer themselves up for co-parenting.
Again like when the medicorp people got shipside, they did the check-list, this time adding in the jedi’s kids in to. Check up, Good meal, Hot sonic, New Clothes, (yes, you can keep your old ones.) Long nap. (not meditation, actual sleep) vode cuddle pile to prevent the little ones from wandering off mid nap.
Exploricorps wasn't so much as found as they found them. Coordinates from distant space, remote regions, and seemingly random locations came filtering in. Each spot had some ship or outpost, some large frigates turned into deep space research stations, some where smaller survey ships. All were covered in cobbled together astral cartography equipment and housed warm living spaces for extended time living in the black. It was easy to win them over. The Vode just started asking questions. What are you mapping? How do you measure that? What are you learning with your research?
Like all academics they were more than happy to talk not just about what they are doing, but why its important and the history of how it was made. By the time they gathered most of exploricorp and returned to the temple ship, they knew more about the history of star mapping, interstellar travel and communication than they ever thought possible.
A rather nasty idea they had, using their new found understanding of star mapping coding, was to send the separatists a bit of malware to change a constant in the equation of coordinate calculation to be off by a pictometer. When viewing where the message or ship would travel too it would seem to be accurate to your destination but when executed it would careen off by just enough to be lethal. They would send clanker ships off to invade a planet only for them to smash into its local star or straight into deep space. Once they ceased hostilities, it could be easily fixed as the only problem was a single number. Best part is that if it was found out it would look like a rounding error, meaning they could use it multiple times before it was patched.
Quite a few of the vode were caught laughing to themselves at the idea of Dooku making a dramatic escape from a separatist battle, only to have his ship throw itself into a blackhole with all the grace of a drunk gungan. A few of the more feral exploricorp Jedi, [ they are called Jedi pathfinders or vanguards instead of knights] were just as amused at the thought as the vode were. An excellent start.
Agricorp was the most grumpy, they had the longest term projects, actively repairing and preserving natural environments could take centuries of work. Like Educorp, the outposts tended to collect runaways if they were near settlements. Both former slaves and kids with nowhere to go home too, the Jedi Rangers would teach both how to be stewards of the environment they watched over, with the idea that once the Jedi had moved on, someone would remain to continue the work. The Vode found this system both pragmatic and commendable and, like the educorp kids, encouraged the rangers to bring back their wards home for further education and training. The vode planned on adding a free training course on self defense, it would be especially helpful for former slaves to learn to fight and defend themselves, even if it was solely to help them gain confidence.
The Seedbank was a massive ship, well multiple ships jury rigged together. Carefully organised by planet of origin and biome. Although it was called ‘Seedbank’ it included specimens of pollinating insects, and careful records and DNA of the native fauna too big to store with the idea of establishing all aspects of the original food chain should disaster strike. To quote one of the seed bank archivists “It’s not called the Web of life without reason, you need all strands to contribute to the whole.”
There were also documents detailing the secret locations of back ups of which sections of the biological archive, often sealed vaults deep inside ancient jedi temples. Some were even in long abandoned asteroid mines. Samples kept cold by the vacuum of space.
The Heart of the Seed bank ship cluster was actually an extension of the temple mothership’s archive division. The creche, archive and certain sections of the dormitories could detach and fly independently, should the main temple suffer invasion, structural damage, or issues with atmospheric regulation.
Naturally with all the addons, it wasn't able to be returned to it’s original position. Instead they opted to carefully strap the whole mess to the outside of the temple ship like an octopus clinging to a shark. They managed to match up one or two ports to the outside but agreed that a full inventory and massive restructural changes needed to be done. Especially since one or two of the attached spaceships could only be accessed with a space walk as some junctions had become broken and unsealable over time. Thankfully one of the main issues was that the archivists had repurposed a lot of room on the seedbank heart so the ones who stayed there had space to live and work, so now that most of the agricorp member stationed there could live in the main temple, they could return the space to it’s original archival duties. Argricorp had planned to fix these issues themselves, but were swamped with their current responsibilities and had procrastinated for decades. The vode offer to help, and while they have data-entry and office skills, the archival work requires a better understanding of biology than the vode currently possesses. The vode did know biology but it was limited to medical knowledge of sentients which was different from general biology of plants, creatures and fungi. They mention this to the Chief of the agricorps, since the Vode are already in talks with them about creating classes to learn farming and animal husbandry in order to help the Jedi work the temple food production. The Rangers had insisted on adding on classes on agronomy (the study of dirt) and environmental sciences so a few more would be easy.
“We will have to work with Educorp and the Archives, as we aren't used to having this many students at once, but we will already be doing so so I don't see why not.” They faltered for a second. “I’m glad you're taking an interest in things. It's good for former slaves to learn, gives them focus and helps give them a place to return to society. But you must remember that it does not come at the cost of healing emotionally. You must remember that you do not need to work to justify your existence."
AUTHORS NOTES:
I'm stealing the idea that the other corps have different names for their members from "Grand Army of the Separatists" Granted they said that Agricorp members are Jedi rangers which is very cool but then what are Exploricorp called? So I made a list:
Politicians/ diplomats - Jedi Knight
Undercover - Jedi Shadow
Guard - Jedi Warden
Archivist - Jedi Scholar
To keep the privacy and secrecy of people undercover or working as guardsmen, both groups can be called Jedi Knights despite not technically being one.
MediCorp - Jedi Paladin
Educorp - Jedi Sage
Agricorp - Jedi Ranger
Exploricorp - Jedi Vanguard or Pathfinder
I heavily recommend reading Grand Army of the Separatists, it is a fic I would sell my soul to more chapters of
Anyways These names are not set in stone, I would take suggestions
This is part 1 of a lore dump, I'm still working on how to format it into the story but here you go
Masterpost [Here]
Cody reviews
The Vode's original goals were going better than expected.
For Freedom, and the cadet would grow up with an education comparable to a Jedi commander.
Dechipping was almost complete (brain surgery on cadets below a certain age had been prohibited by the medics, especially since they were using stolen, repurposed and cobbled together medroids, now that they had access to the professional grade ones the Jedi had they could start a rotation on getting the final batches of brothers through and free.)
Many vod deliberately kept the dechipping surgery scar, or a comparable scar on their temple as a physical reminder that their lives were their own now. No one could take away their choices. They also could go pretty much anywhere on the whole Jedi temple mother ship without having people ask why they were there and what they were doing. They could just wander around with the risk of being caught and given extra latrine duty for slacking off. Speaking of duty they now had the ability to pick which job they wished to pursue or swap shifts without pretending to be one of their brothers for a while. Between all of these the freedom they desire and earned was an almost tangible thing.
Next was peace. This was a little harder to quantify or predict; however they had drained as many of Palpatine's accounts as they could get their hands on, (Emperor Bitch was so sure in his hold over the chipped clones that he was loose with his accounts and passwords) and had done a decent job of stealing the physical supplies for war. They had only grabbed things put in the name of Palpatine and his aliases, meaning his cronies could hand over supplies if they paid themselves. But tracking down that many people was a task they would do with the Jedi, as they didn't have shoe-in like they did with Emperor Shabuir.
War could still happen given these circumstances but ultimately that would be down to the senate, and was no longer the Vode's business.
Speaking of Palpatine, the news outlets had published the evidence of him ruining peace talks, meaning the vode could finally start posting bounties en mass on the Shabuir's head. The Nulls had managed to convince Skirata that killing off Palpatine was a good idea, so the lot of them were doing odd jobs around Coruscant, and would be ready to go once the time was ripe.
There was also the back up squad.
Not all of the Vode were comfortable with living with the main vode force, Slick and a few other defectors had forced prime to teach them bounty hunting. And by forcing Prime the Vode meant that they had stolen his beskar, leaving only the same plastiod armor the rest of the Vode were used. The original idea was to keep it till Boba grew up then return it to him but the defectors had convinced Prime that they would be willing to ‘secretly steal’ his beskar back if he taught them how to be proper mandalorians.
How they expected to keep such an operation secret from the rest of the vode while having a direct telepathic link to the rest of the vode, was a study in stupidity. But the fact that Prime hadn't noticed the vode network was pretty funny. To their knowledge he still hadn't noticed that they never used helmet comms.
So an agreement was made, the defectors would see how long and how blatantly they could use the Vode network in front of prime before he noticed that it existed, ans use that as a baseline for how long natborns figured out about it and once prime had taught them everything he knew, the vode would make him do a gauntlet of humiliating tasks as part of a heist to get his Beskar back.
It wasn't true justice for all the horrible things that Prime did in making the vode but they did get to learn everything they could from AND watch him do stupid shit for their amusement. So it was surprisingly cathartic.
Next was general Supplies and Security.
So far, the temple ship is much larger than what was seen on the surface, they knew it could create a micro-biosphere but apparently it wasn't done by machines but rather the old fashioned way using mostly plants, with the force keeping the whole thing running. They were almost self-sufficient when it came to basic supplies meaning they could take the time to transition into their new normal at a relaxed pace.
The temple ship did in fact have weapons. Weapons so old they were considered war crimes. The energy cost was high, but if they took one of the larger ships in their collection, retrofit it as a tanker for fuel and hooked it up to the temple's power grid they wouldn't have any problems with power usage. At maximum output it might take decades before they need to refuel it, meaning they could take out the entire Hutt Empire on one tank. (Energy tech had gotten better over the centuries, the original builders likely supplemented the energy cost with force usage but now that was unnecessary.)
The best plan was to fight using the smaller ships deployed as needed, keep the temple on shields only and leave the temple weaponry as an emergency ace in the hole.
Overall things are better than what they could have predicted.
Next was the new mission research department and Jedi Retraining.
The mission department was ahead of schedule, especially since the Vode had been hoarding as much comm tech as they could steal ever since they left Kamino. All that was left was installation and writing up new regs for the department. Easy stuff honestly.
The best part was they had managed to snag an extra planetary system map from a ship they found abandoned during their piracy runs and were going to use it to plot where each of the comms were coming from.
Meanwhile Rex and Seventeen were making progress with creating the Jedi Retraining schedule. He expected that it would be ready to implement in a few cycles.
Next were some minor hiccup in the plan.
During the initial days of the Vode being in the Temple ship and offering help. There were a few departments that had more helpers than they knew what to do with, getting overwhelmed to the point of losing effectiveness. So command set up a volunteer rotation with room to increase over time.
The housing and supply department in particular was having it the worst. They seemed to think that the Vode wanted to all move into the temple immediately rather than have them live on the ships while space was being prepared.
Cody fixed two problems at once by sending some ships to go help the Jedi Corps pack up and guide them back to the temple mother ship (Vode telepathy was a more secure than any comm system)
Some people grumbled about leaving when they just got here but Cody sweetened the deal.
Movie night.
It was apparently an event that happened regularly in the lightning squadron.
But once everyone was under one roof, (Corps, Jedi, Vode) they would have a celebration. A big feast, a bunch of alcohol, lay out fortresses of pillows and blankets and hopefully coax the Jedi into the cuddle pile.
Needless to say, everyone agreed.
The idea of making holidays was something the Vode had never gotten a chance to do. They either conformed to the existing ones or just took whatever stolen moments of happiness they could. But now that the idea had come up they were over the moon with excitement. A couple of new ones were already being proposed (To celebrate our first harvest! When Palpatine finally dies! Get Karked Prime party on Jango's birthday! Let's make Lift Off Day a yearly event! )
The Vode would make plans for those as the time came however, right now the focus was on picking up the Jedi Corps.
I already posted this section but it ended after the rape mention and I wanted to make it clear that that is not the point of the chapter, so I'm reposting it with what more I have. I still need a bit more for the ending but I think it's got some fun fluff to offset the dark turn. Also these events follow Obi-wan part 2, another non-canon chapter but you don't need to read that to understand this
The idea of rape is mentioned but it's made clear that no one wants this to happen, Still trigger warning abound
Masterpost [here]
Negotiations with Crechmaster Shay goes a lot better once the Vode offer up their cadets to be housed and taught by the Jedi order. Rex doesn’t know why that is, but knows enough to spot a question he won’t get a truthful answer to. Personally he doesn’t understand why they wouldn’t house and teach all the little ones together (it’s inefficient to create separate schooling and lodgings after all) but he keeps that question to himself for now. In the meantime he mediates a discussion between Crechmaster Shay and Alpha-17 about what past training the Vode were given and what kind of training they want to maintain going forward. Just because the Vode are excited to live in peace doesn’t mean they are going to slack off. They know how the Jedi are all trouble magnets.
It’s also a good testing ground for figuring out what the Jedi are actually trained for, so that they can make a list on what to cover to re-train the Jedi. (They remember how many Jedi stumbled and died in the early parts of the war. Some were so used to having no one to back them up that they often ran ahead and got overwhelmed. Others were put on missions that didn’t match their specialization. Most struggled with strategy of large scale affairs or underestimated how fast their supplies would drain now that they were responsible for an army. )
This poor management should have been a big red flag towards the Vode that something was wrong, that someone was lying to the Kaminoans but hindsight has perfect vision and all that. This go around they had plenty of time to make sure that all missions going forward were well researched, planned ahead of time and that the Jedi are used to fighting with a Vod at their back and another preparing the escape ship.
Meanwhile the Crechmaster was growing blue? Rex assumed that this was the equivalent of going pale for xer species. He nudged Seventeen, (through meat-space this time) to get him to calm down and give Shay some time to breathe. Seventeen nudged him back in the force (they assume the Vode network was force stuff) but backed off.
Rex watched Shay do some breathing thingy that all the Jedi do when they get overwhelmed and he tries not to feel offended. Shay had grown increasingly panicked as the conversation went on, as Seventeen described all the shit they were used to and what they would have to watch for. It's bad yes, and technically the Vode had been child soldier slaves but only technically.
(Some of the Vode still had panic attacks in med bays, the sterile smell and clean white and sharp surgical metal, deaths to decommissioning after war injuries or on the operating table were common. The Vode had started making rules to mitigate these kinds of attacks. The biggest ones were ‘No one goes to Med-bay Alone’ and ‘No one goes Unconscious without permission and/or a hand to hold.’ They had already told the people in medical but must be new to Creche division. )
Still, the Vode were Free, and phantom wounds were always preferable to real deadly ones, and while they would forever mourn the ones who were decommissioned before they woke up in the past and the ones who they might never see again due to time changing, they were here now to carry their names into the bright peaceful future.
It was taking longer than they expected to finish the history section and onto making a Vode training schedule. ( Rex personally blamed Seventeen’s rough but truthful way of speaking,)
Life on Kamino sucked, yeah and Seventeen was not helping, but they are here now, and it wasn’t the worst ever.
The larger problem was the Vode who were older than they appeared. Some of the shinies deployed at the end of the war lived decades under the chip’s control but still had significantly more experience than the ones who were deployed at the beginning and died quickly, or ones who were fully grown but decommissioned. The Vode knew which ones were which but to an outside viewer it was nonsense.
Armor painting was a decent marking for outsiders and they were considering a tattoo system for identification when out of armor but making a definite rule without stifling creativity or personal choice was hard going.
“Oh it’s the ‘verd'goten’ ”
Rex blink at xem.
“I went to the archive after take off, figured looking into Mandalorian culture would help.”
Verd’goten is the mandalorian rite of passage into adulthood, something about a test of having the skills to defend yourself in emergencies. It was, actually it is, a fantastic metaphor.
“I’m surprised you heard about it, but yes. Since we grow at an accelerated rate, our bodies are not always in sync with our mental growth, so when someone takes the Verd’goten depends on when they feel they are capable of standing on their own rather than when their bodies are a certain age. Some are young but have passed the test, but some are older but aren't ready yet. The Kaminioan’s condemned us for not growing up at a certain rate, so we have vowed to not judge someone for taking the time they need to be ready.”
It wasn’t entirely pulled out of his ass, most of the parts were things they were already doing but didn’t have a name for. He sent the idea off to everyone else, who welcomed it. It was nice to take up another aspect of Mandalorian culture, but still have it in a way that was their own.
Shay smiles, “That’s very noble of you, to give your siblings the time to grow at their own rate.”
It didn't feel all that noble to Rex, it was just practical. The Kaminoans were objectively horrible so using the opposite of their approach was the best way to start being good at raising people.
“I appreciate the complement.” Rex said instead and returned the conversation back to cadet expectations.
He’s a little envious if the cadet age vode, the crechemaster insisting on giving them an education comparable to the Jedi commanders and with Alpha-17 overseeing their training they will end up more knowledgeable and well rounded but still as strong as the Kaminoan raised Vode. Rex would love to learn about large swamp reptile ecology and all sorts of other things without the threat of decommissioning. Yeah some random facts will drift over to him through the Vode Network, more if they want to send a memory zip file but it won't be the same as learning it in person. Hopefully Asoka will let him help out more with her homework or something. He makes a note to ask her later.
“I would actually like to have a few lessons given to all Vode, regardless of age”
Rex perked up.
“In particular I want at least one about sex education.”
“Oh, well I mean we have all been briefed on common sexually transmitted diseases and we are all sterile so it's not like pregnancy is an issue.”
Crechmaster had the confused ‘I don't know what to do with this information’ some of the Jedi get so Rex clarified.
“It's a copyright thing, our DNA is modified by a whole team of scientists and they don't want someone stealing one of us and making more the old fashioned way, since that would be intellectual property theft. So none of us can procreate without cloning labs. Which is a lot easier to track for people already in the cloning business."
“That is a whole other thing that we will deal with later. I was going to go over the importance of Consent”
“Why? We know the Jedi are not the kinda people to demand our bodies for use like that. And if you tried you would have a lot of angry vod’e afterward.”
“But what about the reverse?” Crechmaster Shay said, with the carefulness of someone who knows they are on thin ice but has to push onwards anyways to protect others.
Rex blanks. Reboots. Tries again. Still didn't make sense. He finally manages words but understanding escapes him.
“How? You have, the Force? How would that even? No No. We knew what it's like, Our brothers had to, But inflict it on others???”
Alpha-17 rescues him “Any Vode who tried would become Darmanda. Darmanda as in they would be hunted down by our own and jailed for breaking the few rules we Do Not Cross. We don't have many rules like that. But to take away another's Choice, To treat another like a Thing and not a person. We do not allow that. Never. By Blood and Bond, We swear.”
Rex managed to recover enough to watch hidden relief bloom on Crechmaster Shay's face, which scares him. What did the Jedi think they were going to do? The Vode were born to serve the Jedi, there was a reason the Jedi were put in charge, even if they sucked at it at first. And the Jedi were kind that's why the Vode stayed loyal, choosing to live with the only people who treated the vode like people. But to do that to a General? Abhorrent, Impossible. Its would be easier to make a fish leave atmo under its own power.
Rex stops that line of thought before he has to go throw up.
They wrap up the meeting soon, (thankfully) there was more to go over, but both Rex and Crechmaster Shay are a mentally maxed out. Alpha-17 goes to the gym so Rex thinks he's also more upset than he let's on.
Rex needs a break. Thankfully, some of the 501st are playing games with Asoka and her friends, he'll go join them.
Turns out the Vode and padawan commanders figured out how to recreate tennis with blaster fire and lightsabers. Everyone has agreed to use the training setting for all weapons but low power shots like the sting setting of blaster fire can only be deflected once or twice before they fizzle out, resulting in needing to refresh the ‘ball’ fairly frequently. Thus a team of one vod with a blaster (with a limited fire rate) and one padawan on each side of the field each try to be the last team to get hit three times. A tournament has been set up, although they keep needing to change locations every few games.
The current location, an unused ‘outdoor’ classroom, will need to be abandoned after this game finishes up, as the blankened blaster marks are starting to damage the murals on the walls. Its some beautiful mosaic work the Vode might be able to clean it up later but they won't know how much ash will come off till they try.
He sits down next to Asoka, who's part of the spectators. It appears its Offee and Gett from the 41st company vs a padawan who died in the battle of geonosis and a trooper volunteer. He watches Gett do an impressive splits jump to avoid getting caught by a bolt Offee missed. A couple other audience members cheer. Looks like Gett is trying to impress Offee so they can hang out more, but showing off like that might cost them the game.
Asoka smiles at him, and starts in on the tournament details, apparently Fvorn, Offee's opponent, was a sleeper hit in the tournament. Since the Vode never spent time with him in the other timeline they didn't know how to predict him. He also had unusually good chemistry with the Vod who volunteered to be his partner and have won 4 games so far.
Rex was glad, some people had worried about how the Vode would interact with Jedi that they never met, but apparently there were enough stories of how kind the Jedi were floating around that people were fighting for the chance to claim one. He knew a tournament was going on in the background to join the Coleman Trevor battalion, despite them not knowing a thing about him besides being a high councilor.
It was still surreal for them to stand in the high council chamber with almost half being different members than you are used to, but then again so many members died during the war so it makes sense.
It was a weird feeling, to see someone you never knew turn out to be part of a whole you were also part of, not being able to see the hole they left behind until it's filled again.
AUTHORS NOTES:
Jedi Teacher: Where are the padawans???, why are they leaving a trail of rooms blacken with blaster bolts and coming home with burns. What is the Vode Torturing them with????
Cody gets time to meet his general. Rex goes to see his commander.
He is among a group of Vode particularly interested in the commanders who haven't been made padawans yet and the teachers were frazzled when an entire squadron showed up to ‘help’ with the kids.
In Rex's defence he had already reduced their number significantly, focusing on length of time and closeness with their various former/future commanders (since some were making a stink about higher ranks getting more Jedi visiting privilege than others, which wasn't wrong but still.)
Since the alternate future commanders were mostly pre-teen to teenage, they required a lot less supervision than the crechlings stage meaning there were a lot less jobs that could be given to the Vode. Rex had managed a ‘supervising/tutoring them during homework time.’ Which the teacher accepted through clenched teeth, as if running the numbers between just killing them (or dying in the attempt) vs letting them have access to his kids. (Rex approved of such fierce protectiveness, even if it was annoying)
He especially didn't like it when every vode claimed that they wanted to tutor a specific cadet which they knew by name.
Some careful negotiation later, the refractory was set up, snacks were laid out and the cadets spread out with a few seats between them so everyone had room. By the time the eager Vode were let in, the little commanders had already pulled out their flimsi and datapads.
The teacher probably didn't like that the Vode knew their cadet by sight too, but Rex didn't care. At last, at last, he gets to see Asoka.
Logically he knew that she would not be the same as he last saw her, the same fulcrum that was the hope of the rebels and scourge of the empire.
He forgot how kriffing little she was at this age.
He wanted to cry. She was supposed to be big enough to pick him up, a towering figure next to him with his shrinking elderly body, now his knees and back don't hurt and she's sooo small. Absolute Baby, basically a tubie, So small he doesn't even know what to do.
He managed to sit down next to her, (his little sister!!) and set his helmet on the table. Normally he'd advise people not to wear their armor (less intimidating that way) but he wanted to show her something.
“Um, Hi I'm Commander Rex. 501st. I'm um, gonna be your study buddy today.”
Rex tried not to project, ‘I will kill for you. I will die for you. Sith Hells, I will live for you.’
“Nice to meet you, Rex.” She responded, unimpressed. "Will you proofread my essay?”
Essay are just like mission write up, right? He can do that. Easy.
“I can do that.”
It was not easy, turns out it was a report on the difference between two different but very similar types of large swamp reptiles, how to tell the difference between them and their importance in the larger ecosystem. Honestly half the report was about the different parts of the ecosystem with the reptiles bit being just cover. Rex didn't know that many facts about reptiles existed in the first place. There were so many new words regarding this that Rex couldn't tell if Asoka was spelling anything right or just making stuff up.
He needed reinforcements.
The 501st rallied to his call (mostly because he was trading stolen glances of their now so very little commander as currency in exchange) but alas, they were of no help either. (partly because they spent most of their time laughing at him and because the only facts they collectively knew about reptiles were which could kill them and which could be eaten in a pinch)
He needed Better reinforcements.
“This isn't like a mission report.”
“I mean, yeah?”
“How…. Do I evaluate this?” He tried.
“I've got the rubric?” She said matching his questioning tone. “I assume that would help.”
The rubric did help. Or at least gave him an idea about what was supposed to look for within the writing. It was still rough going (the Others, who refused to leave, slowing him down considerably) but at least he knew what to do.
He finished and handed it back.
“Hmmmmmm” she said with all the cutting judgment a teen can dish out.
(‘That’s the same expression she makes when she catches me lying in Sabnacc’, someone says before finally managing to get the lot of them out of his head.)
“Alright, I'll check this later. How much do you know of History.”
“Not much.”
“What about biology.”
“Is that about living things? I'm good at the making them Not living”
“Your not very well training for a tutor”
“We were trained for war, Any information outside that was kept to a minimum.”
Good an opener as Any, he leaned forward, hushed.
“But, well, Can you keep a secret?”
“Depends,” she said but her eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Helping you tutor is a pretext, I'm really here for you.”
“For me?” Given the twitching of her montrals, she didn't know if she should be scared or excited.
“Yeah, I can prove it.”
He turned and showed off the stripping along his helmet and chestplate. He didn’t have these strips in the last go around, these were new. They were familiar.
“My montrals, how did you?”
Like how the microscopic folds of skin of the tips of a finger could be used to tell humans apart, the pattern of the strips of a togruta’s montrals could be matched to an individual. Granted Rex had used the adult version of Asoka for reference, but was still identifiable.
She scooted forward “How do you have my montral pattern on your armor?” She whispered.
He chuckled, “Your grandmaster, and great grandmaster supposedly, used to say ‘all thing are possible in the force’ ”
“But I don't have a master yet, let alone a grandmaster”
“Not yet, you don't”
Asoka stared. Rex waited, smiling as he watched understanding bloom.
“I married-” She almost shouted and Rex quickly covered her mouth
“No! Shuush! Your my- Stop licking me! This is why you're the littler sibling!”
Asoka ducked back, laughing brightly in surprise, maybe that force of hers told her that his words were true, who knows.
She grabbed his shoulder and shoved him onto the ground, pouncing right after him.
Oh, it was tickle fight time wasn't it. It is on.
It had been a long time, but Rex would never forget some of the cheats he learned, (soles of her feet for one) but the teacher took notice and pulled them apart.
He was kicked out. (Fair) and his armor had some scratches (her claws were sharp and plastoid is cheap) and it was worth it. It always was. The fact that he had written his comm code on her report was bonus.
Just wait till she meets the rest of the 501st. The temple won’t know what hit them. Their hunt and hide games are going to be legendary.
This one is finished but not yet posted since I want a chapter or two before this one, especially since I post the chapters chronologically
Anyways have some Fluff and nonsense!
Like every encounter before, the Vode treated Obi-wan with an unusual amount of deference and respect. They all seem to be under the impression that he has earned his Mastership, which is comical since his only padawan is now in jail for causing a massacre and touching the darkside. Obi-wan supposes it's due to the fact that their Leader, the very charming Kote, has an interest in him. He is being unusually respectful for someone who kidnapped the Jedi leadership community (soon the entire community) and may or may not hold them all hostage. He has been giving Obi-wan space to grieve since Skywalker's trial, rather than demanding Obi-wan's attention. There is one exception, however.
After Obi-wan’s mind healer sessions (which follow his visit to anakin in the jails to show his support for his padawan’s recovery) he goes to meditate in the room of a thousand fountains. (Normally he would try to meditate in personal dorm, but the echoes of his padawan are too strong which sends him spiraling)
Kote, unerringly appears during these times, and after the first time, in which once asked why he was here, made it clear that he has no intention of disrupting Obi-wan’s meditation, just he sits down in silence and relaxes at Obi-wan's side. Sometimes he does flimsiwork, sometimes he feeds the ducks, and one time Obi-wan caught him napping on the soft grass, which Kote seemed to think was embarrassing rather than endearing.
His warm and steady presence, with all the hope and light one would expect from a sunrise, has kept Obi-wan from spiraling countless times during these sessions. Providing a positive counterpoint to every despairing thought Obi-wan has to contemplate and release into the force in order to heal. While this has a significant positive influence on his mental health, Obi-wan worries that he will end up hopelessly addicted to the unspoken support Kote provides him.
(He dreads that he will have to untangle his wellbeing from Kote's presence, but the Vode are an unknown and dangerous factor, and likely temporary. But all of that can wait, at least Obi-wan hopes it can wait, till he can stand in his own mind without drowning in self hatred. Till then, he will take comfort in the stranger who offers the distilled support of a whole army in one mind.)
As an opposite to the positive influence Kote’s presence has had on Obi-Wan, is that he has been having more nightmares than usual. While some are oddly specific ones that he forgets when he wakes up, most are triggered by processing the horror of what his padawan has become. There are the usual ones from his past, Melida/Da’an, Qui-Gon's death, Bandomeer, and various other missions
but most are concocted scenarios based on his fears. Leaving him with more sleepless nights than he knows how to deal with.
Tonight he decides that some time in the refectory will do him some good. It's early enough that some nocturnal species are having their version of early meal, so he can snag a drink and have some company.
It's rather nice, but it doesn't last long. As someone comes by before he gets his cocoa. It's another vod and while Obi-wan isn't sure of the name, they seem familiar.
“This is the third night consecutively you've been spotted up past normal hours, General. That's unsustainable.”
Ah! It was the one who called him ‘The one who knows what they are doing’ during the force impression before Anakin's trial, he was marked as ‘stubborn’ and ‘seventeen’ which isn't necessarily a name, just how others view him.
“I’m assuming nighthorrers. Now up and ‘addan. I know what will help.”
He ushered Obi-Wan up. Obi-wan follows, he's tired, too tired to be afraid and his kidnappers have been rather kind.
“I didn't notice our sleep schedule was being monitored"
“Not intentionally, you've just got a lot of people looking out for ya.”
“Hmm”
“We’ve found that most Jedi need some amount of mothernexuing so they don't run off trying to save someone with a broken arm, 5 bruised ribs, a torn ligament, electrocution damage and no armor or back up.”
“That's awfully specific”
Maybe-17 huffs, he seems like the stoic type so that might be his version of a chuckle.
“Not my story to tell, but trust me they can get rather specific. Especially if you talk with the medics.”
Maybe-17 walks quickly, but that seems to be his default, as he checks to make sure that Obi-wan is keeping up regularly. They go deeper into the temple towards what Obi-wan assumes is the vode living section.
They end up stopping at one of the rooms. Maybe-17 knocks, waits, knocks again, sighs and then does something, which feels kinda like shouting through the force but directional. So as not to wake the other rooms. It doesn't entirely work since the grumbles and thumps that follow are only mostly coming from the room in question. The door swings open a few seconds later.
“Wa?” The vod who answers says, rubbing their eye. A few others peer from behind them, all in various states of half asleep.
Maybe-17 jerks his thumb towards Obi-wan.
The vod nods in slow understanding and opens the door, showing them in.
Obi-wan hesitates, but maybe-17 rolls his eyes, puts his hand on Obi-wan’s arm and ushers him in.
Originally these were the executive suits, the fanciest of places for visiting ambassadors and other dignitaries, but as the city around the temple grew, the less important visitors stayed within the temple. It had been decades since this section of the temple guest rooms had been used. As anyone with enough power to speak with the Jedi, had enough money to stay in more modern accommodations on Coruscant.
The Vode, however, didn't care that the room design was centuries out of date, instead they had decided that the conversation pit, a circular couch sunk into the floor, was a Perfect place for a slumber party. They had carried out the tables, filled it up with mattresses, pillows and blankets and lay in piles at arbitrary angles.
Maybe- 17 whispers “Welcome to the 212th attack battalion”
Obi-wan really should have argued much sooner, or at least asked some questions because now he is rather insistantly being herded to one particular spot of a cuddle pile and it's far too late to make any sort of fuss. He walked here willingly, like a chump. He certainly wasn't expecting some random vod to think the solution to nighthorrors was to be sat down in the bed of a whole host of partially dressed attractive soldiers. Granted he wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting. (More fool him) maybe a new hoth cocoa recipe not Half Naked Hot People.
He is, of course, placed in the middle of a group of them (another social escape plan ruined). One of them slings an arm over him, another a blanket and a leg, another holds his hand for the other side of another person.
“Ease, cyare” says the one hogging his chest.
‘fUCK That's KOTE’ Obi-Wan realises. He's just met the man, got a crush, and now he's in his bed and it’s only been seven cycles. Not even a tennday.
Obi-wan would continue to panic but its a little hard when your surrounded by people blasting sleepy-time comfort at max volume and your really really tired. The Vode are warm too, really warm, like your own personal heater, it's wonderful. (And maybe, maybe the fact that Obi-wan can't remember the last time someone hugged him is affecting him) Someone's snores rumble gently along him arm, Obi-wan escape plan has more holes than steps, and the force might as well be singing a lullaby. If it weren't for the fact that he has no idea how this happened, he could admit that he has never felt more comfortable.
The last thing Obi-wan remembers before he conks out is maybe-17 chuckling darkly and saying “Got’cha” to no one in particular.
[ He dreams the same dreams as before, but this time he is not alone, as sunrise orange walk in step with him and he is not afraid. ]
When he wakes, it's midmorning and everything is soft. He bundled up in fluffy blankets and still situated between two of the vode. But this time all three of them are partially upright, with his legs slung over one and leaning on the other's shoulder. They are working away on datapads, while he drools on someone's shirt. If anyone he knows got a holo of him in this state, his reputation will be ruined.
He stares at the wall for a while, trying to figure out well, anything really. What do you say to people you slept with? Well not sex sleep just snoring sleep. If the vode are trained for combat why are they so trusting of sticking a stranger in their bed while they are tactically vulnerable? Why do the vode like sleeping in puppy piles like crechlings? Do they not like regular single person beds? Do they find single person beds strategically unsound? How are single person beds strategically unsound but cuddling a stranger perfectly fine?
“Looks like you're awake” one of them says.
“Guh” says The Negotator.
“Would you like some tea or wait till you brush your teeth?”
“Toothbrush”
It doesn’t matter if it’s midmorning, it’s far too early for Obi-wan to deal with this nonsense. He disentangles himself from the blanket burrito and gets up as gracefully as he can, which is next to impossible when manoeuvring on a mattress pile like this one.
“Um, thank you, for having me over?” He tries once he’s nice and vertical.
“Anytime, gen- er mast- hmmm. Can we call you Obi-wan? Or would you rather we call you boss. You know, since you're not a general anymore.”
At least they are just as confused as he is about how to do this.
“I suppose Obi-wan is fine, but I didn’t catch your name.”
Technically he caught no one's name, because everyone was too asleep to introduce themselves.
“OH right! Well I’m Waxer, and this is Boil.” He points to the kitchen “Longshot at the tea kettle, and Wooley is…. Around here somewhere.”
“Helix has been by, might come back. Same with Cody.” Boil adds
“Yup, also Gearshift brought your toothbrush and paste, it’s in the bathroom, second hallway first door down.”
Obi-wan will question how they got into his room, through the locked door that requires his personal code, specifically to steal his toothbrush, later. After tea. He was promised tea.
He thanks them and hurries off the the bathroom, and after the morning rituals he returns and finds a cup of good quality tea waiting for him in the kitchen area aloung with some pastries. The tea is one of his favorite morning brands, so either his hosts got lucky when they stole a tea bag from his residence (along with his toothbrush) or they have very good taste in tea. The pastries turn out to be hand sized quiches with ham, onion and cheese aloung with chocolate chip muffins. It's just as good, if not better, than the first meal he could have had if he had woken up in time for a refractory run.
He briefly entertains the idea that they baked them themselves to ensure he had breakfast outside refractory hours.
“Ey, you found them! Arn’t they good? We should do this more often. The crechlings are right, snacks are the best.”
Another vod, presumably Wooley, grabs a chocolate chip muffin and sits down beside him. Longshot joins them. Both of them have a touch of anxiety in their force signature, next to what Obi-wan assumes is the usual sunrise orange tones.
While Wooley finishes the bite of muffin he took after speaking, He and Longshot share a few glances at each other, like they are daring each other to be the person to boach the subject they both want to know. Obi-wan can almost see the messages ping back and forth through the force, (which is a ludicrous concept because that is impossible)
Finally Wooley gives in. “We were wondering, boss, if you'd like to do this, again?
We can make you dinner! Introduce ourselves properly, we promise its not a sex thing.
We get nighthorrers too, pretty nasty ones that ping between people. And we find that if you've got a hand to hold, it reminds you that your okay, everyone safe.
See they packed us in like sardines back when we were deployed, didn't need as much space that way. We found that sharing bunks helps with the fear. If you March On, at least you don't go alone.
So we kept doing it. Not all the time mind, sometimes its nice to sleep by yourself, but theirs always someone here, in the sleep hole, to cuddle with when we want to.”
There is a silence, where Obi-wan considers the offer and the other two try to be patient with him dispite their anxiety.
“Sleep pit” says Longshot.
“Oh not you too! Look I don't care if its ‘technically more accurate’ Sleep hole is much funnier to say.”
The two devolve into a good natured argument over semantics, the kind of fun nonsense you talk about with your friends or siblings.
Obi-wan nods at Longshot, thanking him for the distraction. The offer is something he needs to seriously consider, and presumably report to Master Windu, because he apparently just got handed an open invite to head captors table ( including dinner apparently) for unknown reasons. It’s unknown if this is part of some larger plan Kote has for him, or another vod taking an opportunity when they see it. If it is part of some larger plan then it's impossible to tell what the endgame is. Granted It's hard to tell what is going on in the Vode's heads in general, even if it feels like he can sense their thoughts wiz back and forth in the force.
It feels more like crechling triple checking a playdate schedule when they really want to impress a new friend, rather than some induction into a cult. The force, of course, doesn't enlighten him as to whether or not this is a no sex, snuggle only cult invite.
Still, holding someone while falling asleep, listening to other people breathe and knowing your safe in their arms, just having the option of that both would help with the night horrors and be a nice comfort to have. Like with Kote’s warm presence during meditation it’s best to take advantage of a good thing while you have it.
“Alright, I think I’ll join you occasionally”
But Obi-wan needs to set some boundaries before this goes too far.
“Not tonight though, but in a few cycles.”
Wooley cheers, Longshot smiles, even Waxer and Boil from the other side of the room radiate a pleased expression in the force. But Obi-wan just hopes he has made the right decision.
AUTHORS NOTES:
Alpha-17: *looks at Obi-wan* Get cuddled, Idiot
Obi-wan: [trying not to panic because there are so many Hot Sexy Clones draping their Half Naked Bodies all over him]
Obi-wan's brain: What an excellent time to pass out! Gotta Shleep!
Also Alpha-17 knows that the Jedi don't like being called general, but calls Obi-wan that anyways since he feels the man has earned the title. It 's also why Alpha refers to him as ‘Jedi who knows how to fight a war’ in the force vision but Obi-wan was trying to ignore that fact mentally since its a reminder of how many people have died from Obi-wan's orders. Makes him wonder about his capacity for violence and such.
This is the kinda shit Obi-wan’s therapist will have to deal with. At least the 212th are more than ready to give him hugs.
Also Cody would be there with Obi-wan when he woke up, but he has work to do and if Obi-wan is There, warm and sleepy Cody's mental messages would look like
Looks like you have completed checklist through section Besh,
<3 Obi-wan <3 <3<3<3 <3
Please make sure to check with the other squad due to stocking issues
He looks so handsome when he sleeps <3
Trooper Bard should be able to assist you due to his prior experiences
Where his eyelashes so long before or is this new?
Now according to him….ect
And the Vode had enough of his pining from the last 6 months so he had to leave
Au where after 3 years of war and Palpatine using the chips orders on the Corrie Guard, proven thoroughly effective, only for Order 66 to fail.
Turns out the chips werent effective and while the chips helped the Corrie Guard instinctiveky know what each order meant, it never actually took control.
The Corries Defense when this all comes out after Palps is killed and the war over? How the fuck were they supposed to know what an "abuse of power" was!? How were they supposed to know the Chancelor shouldnt be sending clones on "black out" missions!?
They were trained to be soldiers not police!
And any order that was actually trouble or wasn't right or simply the clones just didn't want to follow the order, the Corries simply lied. They lied, right to face of the Chancellor of the Republic. They lied to a Sith Lord. AND GOT AWAY WITH IT EVERYTIME!
the Kaminoans accepted the order for high-quality soldiers based on Jango Fett from their client, and interpreted this to mean 'genetically engineer supersoliders who look like this one human man (whose appearance is largely differentiated from other humans in colors outside of their species' visible color range' and just ran with it
this resulted in some Very Strange Beings, who look human (at least while they have their armor on) but are Very Much Not Human if you attempt any sort of medical imaging
some examples:
they have multiple redundant hearts
their brains are Not inside their heads (the classic shapeshifter protective gambit)
they can supplement their diet by doing photosynthesis
they Do Not have reproductive systems, at all (they are basically Ken Dolls under their small clothes)
their hair does not actually grow, and if you cut or dye it, that's just what it looks like forever now
the Kaminoans thought that the scars on Jango's face were markings, so all facial scars on clones are technically like birthmarks (this is why we never get an explanation for Cody's scar)
the clones figured out pretty quickly that they are not quite like the humans among the trainers, and also eventually intuit that they were not intended to be designed this way by the clients, so they keep this pretty quiet among themselves
later, the Jedi (particularly the humans and healers) pick up on some of this Offness among the clones, but choose to not pry
however, this engineering comes with the side effect of the Sith control chips being planted inside the clones' skulls, per the Sith's explicit instructions, but this does not result in the chip being placed in their brains, but rather next to an accessory heart; this makes them completely ineffective at controlling the clones' behavior, and averts Order 66
A Star Wars fic where, due to a clerical error, Obi-Wan Kenobi is sent to supervise the Coruscant Guard for two weeks while he heals his broken arm, instead of being sent to some other planet to negotiate a cease-fire.
Suddenly, Commander Fox understands why Cody likes his general so much. The man is ruthlessly efficient, and bitches about natborn politicians as if he'd been in the guard this whole time.
Meanwhile Palpatine has conniptions because Obi-Wan is on his No Senate Meeting List, because he actually can understand all that's being said and then is able to translate it into simpler words, which is so not bueno for Sheev. He wants people to be more confused, not less.
Jango taught the whole Alpha batch how to professionally cook the books while drunk once in the early years on Kamino, and forgot about it after since he didn't think they'd ever have any reason to use the skill
the Alphas, however, recognized the utility of the skill, and promptly passed it down to all of their trainees in secret
when the war starts, the Jedi are incredibly delighted with the way the troopers manage their budgets and the Senate's restrictions, noting a few new tricks for their own purposes
the Senate attempts to audit the Coruscant Guard exactly once, and concludes that everything is totally aboveboard
Fox, of course, is insufferable about this during every meeting with his batchmates for months afterward
you mentioned that pseudoflora wilts when it's removed from its original location, so do they decay similarly as they do on earth? and are there any pseudomicroorganisms or pseudofungi that help break things down?
The pseudoflora wilts similarly to a plant and becomes inert with no apparent way to revive it.
There is no apparent evidence in the Far Plane for decay or a nitrogen cycle or any equivalent. However, Night Skies possess qualities similar to a fungus, including a strong mycelium network.
Does Pseudoflora wilt due to lack of access to Water 2 or perhaps does this indicate the possibility that there exists Nitrogen 2 or Sunlight 2 within the far planes that it needs but does not get within our plane? This would explain the wilting without there being a location based aspect to Psudo-flora decay
We can rule out the existence of nitrogen two by creating air sealed environment for a psudoflora and pumping in a pressurized gas tank of air from the far plane to see if that will slow pseudoflora decay but getting the budget for that is.... Unlikely
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