#clone commander jet

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Today's Clone of The Day goes to Ki-Adi Mundi's OG commander, Clone Commander Jet (CC-1993) only wish we had seen more of him 😔

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May (I Prompt You) Day 18: Jet

A little helmet doodle for today

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(Thanks to @feelinkeeli for suggesting this clone!)

Jet tries to be cheerful as a rule, but if he were to sit down with a medic or someone, he might actually get convinced to admit he’s not had many good days in his life. That’s the case for most clones! But he’s had a lot more bad days than most people would expect.

So he’s expecting yet another really bad day when he gets recalled to Coruscant within the first couple months of the war.

As he sits like a naughty cadet outside the High Commander General’s office—another thing that would surprise most people is that this isn’t the first time he’s been waiting for judgement outside Fett’s office—he tries to go through everything he’s done throughout the last month that he’s been handling checking on just what the Trade Federation is doing with supplies. Did it have to do with his reports? Did Fett not think of another way to get him new orders? Did he mess up royally?

Finally, two Mandalorians approach. One is Fett, and has him shooting up from his seat and into parade rest, just like he was taught, and the other has green paint and a kama and a round oval of gold painted on their buy’ce and he feels a clench of nostalgia just like he does whenever he sees the ARCs’ kamas. 

“Apologies,” Fett says, which is a surprise, and he holds up a plast sack with boxes inside and a frankly tantalising smell coming from it. “We were getting lunch. I hope you like Chalactan.”

“And haven’t eaten yet,” the other Mandalorian adds, voice weirdly familiar. Maybe it’s just because their accent is so much like a cross between Fett and Sergeant Rau(‘ka). 

“I haven’t,” Jet lies, because what he did eat was a ration bar. “Thank you.”

Fett grunts and keys open his office door and Jet follows he and the other Mandalorian. The food is sat on the centre of the desk while Fett goes around to his seat, leaving Jet to puzzle at the two on the other side until he’s shooed into sitting down.

No moves are made to get into the food and Fett takes off his buy’ce to look Jet in the eye.

Fett sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I know you know better than to spill anything you hear in this room, but this is going to be a difficult secret for you to keep, so you’re going to stay and have lunch with us to come up with an acceptable cover story to handle when you inevitably can’t help yourself.”

It’s not something Jet has ever been accused of, being unable to keep a secret. “I’m good at what I do, sir,” he says.

“We know you are,” the other Mandalorian says and Jet gets the feeling they’re glaring at Fett. “This is just…different. There are already a lot of layers. And it’s really not that important—.”

Fett glares right back at them. “Of course it’s important, and he’ll agree with me.”

The Mandalorian leans back in their chair, crosses their arms, and humphs. 

Jet’s chest clenches.

Fett smirks. “As will the others. This is the first one from this squad we’re telling and you have to deal with it.”

The Mandalorian sighs, and then takes off their own buy’ce, revealing long, dark hair and a familiar face—a clone.

And then they turn to Jet, and he sees the scar on their cheek.

“Hey, Jet’i,” Spar says, smiling. “I’ve been hearing good things about you.”

Jet lets out a single hiccup, then throws himself into his old Alpha-tutor’s arms. “You—you’re—.”

“I know, udesii, udesii,” Spar murmurs. “I’m alive, hibir.”

Jet hugs him tightly. He doesn’t really want to risk letting them go, just yet.

He’s a little scared to.

What if it’s all a dream? What if they’re really dead after all?

What if this isn’t the best day of his life, like his brain is quickly slotting it in to be.

Spar laughs at him. “And I thought I was the crybaby,” he teases. 

Jet pulls back at that, swallowing hard. “What…?” He looks over at Fett, who shrugs with an impassive look on his face. Well, he can guess, can’t he? The Kaminiise. Well, fine. “What am I telling people?” he asks seriously.

Fett, for once in Jet’s life, smiles. “Let’s talk while we eat.”

(I am not currently accepting clones to subject to Spar.)