#clone commander appo

[greenheron18]

Happy Commander Appo day (11/19) everyone!

[frost7077]

The 501st

Made a new 501st design, I’m quite satisfied with the outcome considering that it’s almost completely freehanded.

I’m going to draw it digitally as well so it’ll look more detailed and more geometric.

[ladysongmaster]

Title: Home

Prompt: celebration

Summary: Ahsoka returns to the 501st after being kidnapped during the Second Battle of Felucia.

Words: 944

Warnings: none

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For May01st Week hosted by @may01st

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The ride back to Coruscant was quiet. Ahsoka, O-Mer, and Jinx huddled together and finally fell asleep under the watchful eyes of Chewbacca and the Wookiees who had come to rescue them. Chewbacca woke them a few minutes before the ship landed on one of the platforms at the Jedi Temple.

Master Windu and Master Yoda were waiting for them when they touched down, along with a couple of other Jedi. Once the reunions were over on the platform, Ahsoka made her way to the Padawan quarters where she had a bed and a trunk. She retrieved a clean set of clothing and headed for the shower. She didn’t linger as long as she’d have liked to, but reported to the Halls of Healing for a checkup.

Ahsoka sat still as the Jedi healer checked her over and pronounced her in good health, aside from some dehydration and minor injuries from her ordeal on the moon, and her fight with the Trandoshan, Garnac. The healer gave her a couple of vitamins packs, bacta salve for her wounds, and some hydration sticks.

Anakin was waiting for Ahsoka when she left the Halls.

“We’ve been told to report to the Resolute. We have another mission.”

Ahsoka nodded and followed him to the hangar where a shuttle from the Resolute awaited them. To Ahsoka’s surprise, Kix and Rex were waiting for them. She could feel the relief radiating off both troopers in the Force.

“Welcome back, General, Commander,” Rex said.

“Is everything prepared on the ship, Rex?” Anakin asked.

“Just as you ordered, sir,” Rex said.

Ahsoka felt a little smugness in both their Force-signatures. It felt a little like plotting. But she was still tired, despite the rest she’d gotten on Sugi’s ship. She hoped she’d be able to sleep some more before they got to their next battlefield.

“Good to see you, Commander,” Kix said.

She managed a smile. “Good to see you too, Kix. Rex.”

They piled into the shuttle, and took off for the Resolute. Ahsoka waited patiently through Kix’s examination of her, despite her and Anakin’s assurances that the Temple Healers had cleared her.

“Thanks for indulging me, Commander,” Kix said. “The boys’ll be relieved to know I gave you a clean bill of health.”

“Anything to set the men at ease,” she said.

Ahsoka just wanted to get to the Resolute and crawl into her bunk. The ordeal on the Trandoshan moon, Wasskah, had taken its toll on her mentally as well as physically, and she needed to meditate to try and find her center again.

“Approaching the hangar bay,” the pilot, Hawk, said over the comms. “We’ll be landing in two minutes.”

“Welcome back, Ahsoka,” Anakin said.

“Thanks, master,” she replied.

The shuttle landed with a gentle thump a few moments later. Ahsoka stood and stretched, then followed Anakin, Rex, and Kix down the ramp.

A great roar of “Ahsoka!” filled the air, and she looked up, startled.

It appeared as if the whole of the 501st was gathered in the hangar.

“Ahsoka!” they all shouted again, setting her montrals buzzing.

She couldn’t help the grin that lifted her lips. “Looks like you all managed to stay out of trouble while I was gone.”

The men all laughed and cheered. Ahsoka descended the ramp to be greeted and hugged by the clones.

“We’ve got a table with all your favorite foods,” Anakin said, gesturing to one side.

“This is a little overwhelming, master,” she said.

“Indulge us for a bit,” Anakin said. “Everyone was worried about you.”

“Especially you?” she inquired, smirking.

“Especially him,” Rex confirmed.

Ahsoka smiled. “I guess I’d better get something to eat then.”

She headed for the table laden with goodies. Halfway there, she got waylaid.

“We’re so happy to have you back!” Hardcase said, sweeping her up into a tight hug.

“Thanks, Hardcase,” Ahsoka said, hugging him back.

“We’re never loaning you to the Wolf Pack again,” Jesse said, hugging her once Hardcase let go.

Ahsoka chuckled. “Don’t hold it against them. It wasn’t their fault.”

“I hear you took out the whole Trandoshan hunting party,” Appo said.

“I had help,” Ahsoka said modestly.

Someone got her a plate of food and she found herself installed on a crate where she ate and regaled the men with the tale of her fight to stay alive. The retelling fell into a rhythm, almost like meditation, and Ahsoka started to settle. The feelings of welcome and relief and comradery that flowed through the Force added to her sense of safety and . . . home.

*   *   *

Sometime during the celebration, Rex had lost track of Ahsoka. He mentally kicked himself, and worried for about five seconds, until he remembered they were all safe on the Resolute. No one would be able to steal her away from under the eyes of the whole 501st. Still, he set Jesse, Appo, and Vaughn to looking for her.

“Looking for the Commander?” Nax asked.

He and Del were passing a nook made by several storage crates where Rex was checking. The captain nodded.

“Saw her curled up on a couple of cargo nets over there.” Nax pointed. “She looked tuckered out.”

“Thanks,” Rex said.

He found Ahsoka right where Nax and Del had said. She shivered and curled in on herself as Rex watched. He rummaged through the crates and found a blanket. He draped it over her slight form, then gently lifted her into his arms. That she didn’t wake was proof of how tired she was.

“Let’s put you to bed, little warrior.” He smiled fondly as he walked away from the celebration that was still going on. “Welcome home, Ahsoka.”

[jayml]

Imagine an Appo just before the temple march, a newly promoted Commander Appo

An Appo who's now in control of the 501st, would Rex congratulate him? Would Appo think about all the brothers he's lost? Does he blame himself for what happened on Umbara?

But what matters to him right now is protecting what he has left.

Then the temple siege happens.

Appo regains control of his body and suddenly the voices in Appo's head double, he wasn't in control he knows he wasn't but he did it, now everyone is gone. He has nothing.

[tlmtwelve]

11/19/2024: Appo

CT-1119 on 11/19!

(If anyone could tell me why, instead of making a quick lil sketch, I ended up spending all afternoon insanely filling in a grid of dots & X's, I would appreciate it. I was asking myself that the entire time...)

I also couldn't decide on a background color (before finding the right shade of blue) so here's a couple more versions. The blue is best I think, but the red is pretty neat too.

[thora-sniper]

How do I feeling about Lord Vader buff? Yauuuu .... Just look at this pack for him: Appo, Scorch and CX-2 and that clone in jedi robe. I'm on my way to this dark super hero, and sorry that I have to stop at another train with inquisitors, but I'll go through this 😁

And new Windu with his apprentice Depa Billaba. This woman has her place in this story and I love her so much. She is so strong in comics, and they show too little about her in series, but she was in live action so she absolutely deserve to be playable.

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

if i may ask for another clone to be subjected to Spar…

Dogma?

Dogma stands at attention with the rest of his squad at Commander Appo’s orders, just waiting. Over a private comm between the four of them, Tup’s started complaining.

Dogma kind of gets it, they’ve been standing at attention for a while, here in their ventaor’s hangar. Still—the commander doesn’t do these things without reason, and he’s here standing at attention just like the rest of them. 

The calm is abruptly broken by the arrival of a civilian ship. 

“Sir,” Dogma interjects—what are civilians doing here? Zeffo has a strict schedule of outside supplies and those traders never stop by here first.

“Stand down, Private,” Commander Appo interrupts him. “We’re expecting them.”

After a few minutes, the civilian ship’s ramp descends and an armoured Mandalorian comes out, jogging lightly. 

“Commander!” the Mandalorian says with a lyrical voice, quickly reaching them and extending an arm. The commander does the same and is unsurprised by the odd way the Mandalorian shakes his hand, clasping his wrist firmly. “It’s good to finally meet the man Alpha-38 has been waxing poetic about.”

Commander Appo ducks his head. “Treay isn’t the kind of person to, uh, wax poetic.”

“Not to you, maybe.” The Mandalorian turns to the squad. “So—who are you sending with us this time?” They don’t sound particularly happy about…whatever is going on. 

And more than that: this time?

“General Fett and Captain Maze gave those orders and they haven’t rescinded them.” The commander turns to the squad. “This is one of my battalion’s newest squads. You know Maze’s standards; I never expect to get new squads. Fresh lieutenant Trudie, then Privates Pyth, Tup, and Dogma.”

The Mandalorian hums. “Well. Hopefully it’ll go better than the last squad.”

What last squad?

Tup, as usual, ends up voicing the questions Dogma keeps to himself. “What last squad? Uh, sir. Sirs?”

The Mandalorian snickers. “Yeah, Appo, what last squad?”

The commander looks away from all of them. “It’s not my fault I couldn’t keep a hold of them. The moment you left, Captain Maze was comming to ask to reassign them! There was chatter about making them commanders! They were shinies, Fett!”

The Mandalorian outright cackles at that. “The former lieutenant is doing quite well as Ponds’s aide and everyone else have great positions as captains. That wasn’t just me, either, you had them for a while before you pawned them off on me!”

“The issue is that Captain Maze didn’t tell me who you were, really, before you got here,” the commander shoots back.

Dogma raises his hand tentatively. “Uh, sirs. Who are you exactly? How do we address you?”

The Mandalorian cocks their head; it’s weird to see a bucket move like one of theirs when it looks so different. “You can call me Spar.”

“Ah,” Commander Appo says, and he makes a coughing noise and goes back into parade rest. “This is Akaanik’sha Fett, High General Fett’s younger brother. He helped train some of the Alpha clones and commanders. He’s apparently a natural teacher for command. Alpha-38 claims that all of the command training modules were based off of how High General Fett taught him growing up. You’ll be accompanying his party on their business to Zeffo.”

That’s incredible! That means he helped make and teach all of the rules and regulations the command officers go by! “Just calling you, uh, Spar doesn’t seem respectful enough, sir.”

In answer to that, General Fett’s brother puts his fists on his hips, above his oddly heavy looking kama, and leans back, tilting his helmet visor towards the commander. 

“That one is Dogma,” the commander says helpfully.

General Fett’s brother nods and does some movement with one hand, bringing it up with his thumb and forefinger out and pulling them down in front of his visor, bringing the pads of the fingers together as he does. “You can call me Commander Fett, then, if you insist,” he finally says. “I am an al’verde to most Mandalorians. And you will call my friends Master—we’ll be going to Zeffo with two Jedi, Master Eno Cordova, a human man, and Master Luminara Unduli, a Mirialan woman. You can either call them Master and their surname or Master and their given name.”

All four of them nod, and Dogma can feel his excitement growing. It’s one thing to accompany someone like Commander Fett, who has played such a big role in the development of the clone officers’ system, but that they’re also accompanying Jedi? The people they were always told they’d be working under, before the last year or so before the war when everything changed?

He can’t help but be even more excited.

Then, surprisingly, Commander Fett takes his helmet off.

He looks a lot like a clone, but Dogma thinks the shape of his face and his eyes are both a little different. There are a lot of other differences, too—Dogma doesn’t think any of them, even the clone commanders, would get away with the gold jewellery on the bridge of his nose between his eyes and on either side of his mouth, though they might get away with the lines of gold that go from the corners of his eyes down to the jewellery by his mouth, and especially not the ring on his nose and even Tup has to keep his hair pulled tight back to avoid getting in trouble for keeping it so long. Commander Fett’s hair is a bit of a wild mess.

Tup is going to be ridiculous about his hair after this. 

Commander Fett smiles brightly at them. “It will be good to work with you.”

Dogma feels a little like aiwhas are flying around in his stomach. “And you, Commander.”

(I’m accepting clones to subject to Spar for a while.)

[thora-sniper]

New clone boy for the Dark side - Appo. This is something new to the game, because we have new special era.