#armour paint

[lbibliophile-sw]

Memento

In the weeks following their mission on Ryloth, Waxer tries not to mope. It was a good mission; they routed the Seppies, they freed the Twi-leks. He even made a friend.

Numa. He knows she is safe, with her uncle and community, but he wishes he didn’t have to say goodbye.

“Here.” Boil shoves something into his hands. “Add a touch of our gold, and it should be the right colour.”

Waxer looks at the small pot of green paint.

“How…? Why…”

Boil shrugs and looks away.

“Cashed in a favour. You’re not the only one who misses her, y'know.”

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Also on AO3

For: @212thappreciation - day 5: paint @clonefandomevents - 212th Bingo 2023: small displays of affection

[one-real-wrimonkey]

Consider, when clones paint their buckets they tape over the visors so they don’t get the paint on them.

Also consider some clones forget to take the tape off again and end up being confused as to why they can’t see.

Comet has done this. Artem has done this. Cody has but won’t admit it ever. Dogma did once but Tup was the only one who saw. Boil laughed himself sick when Waxer did it. Hardcase refused to admit he’d done it and walked into a door, Kix refused to treat him.

[lbibliophile-sw]

Sunrise or Sunset

Also on AO3 @ailesswhumptober - day 25: betrayal @clonefandomevents - 212th bingo: angst

Commander Cody sets down his paintbrush and looks at the bright orange now marking his white chest plate: one bold line down the center of his abdomen, with a slightly shorter angled bar on either side.

Examining at the final effect, it is reminiscent of the first rays of sunrise reaching across the sky. An auspicious sign for the war and their partnership with the Jedi.

Except…

There is a brother’s voice distantly echoing in his mind – “blast him!” – and he can’t ignore the creeping feeling that perhaps it is not a sunrise, but a sunset. The bloody glow of nightfall.