Jun 29
All 15 Phase 2 Clone Pilot variants seen in Star Wars The Clone Wars.
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All 15 Phase 2 Clone Pilot variants seen in Star Wars The Clone Wars.
Terracotta soldier AU from Rex's pov
Rex has never made his mind up on any idea of faith. Not the kind in a higher power at least. He'd had faith in his brothers. That's why he carried on their traditions. Long after most of them had gone when so many names had been lost to a relatively short period of time. He recites all that he can remember.
He speaks the name of each brother into the cold night air and promises that he will see them at the end of the long march.
It might not be a proper religion. But its all he has left.
And Rex is a man of his word. When he exhales his last lonely breath into the darkness his eyes going blind and his chest still, his legs are the first things he's aware of. The familiar pump of muscles.
One foot in front of the other. Like learning to walk all over again. There's a sea of white as far as the eye can see. A great blinding glare that moves all around him. But slowly it solidifies. The shape of helmets crawling over each other until they start to look like men, One in front of another. Stretching in every direction. Forever.
There isn't enough of him here to really be conscious. There aren't really thoughts in his mind. Just echoes of instincts. Like the instinct to put on foot in front of the other. The instinct to blink until his sight adjusts to the view.
It's the colors slowly emerging that draw his attention. It bleeds through the light one spot at a time. Slowly markings appear on the armor of the men around him. Blue and red and green and gold. One after another. A red circle on the pauldron beside him, a blue line up another arm.
It tickles something within him. Blue. He was blue too right? Once.
He wants to follow the blue. That's where he belongs. The mass of troops shudder once to the side, every line of men staggering one to the right another to the left. Reshuffling themselves like cards. Slipping between each other in interlocking lines. Moving forward. Always forward with ever unified foot fall. But shifting too. reaching out toward each other.
He shifts to the right toward the blue stripe who shifts as well in the same direction, farther ahead now. But there is more blue around both of them. Lines spreading around him like on interconnected web. countless troopers stacked on each other like the solders on playing cards. Shuffling around each other all looking for their own suit.
Always moving forward always together.
The blue solidifies as they shuffle around each other. Filling in the gaps until there's as much of it as there is white. He is blue. He is the blue. They are the blue. All existing here in this place together. Every piece in place.
It felt right. This is where he was always supposed to be. just one among the blue.
They march on forever. Everywhere. Far far away. Everywhere at once. Him among the blue. The blue among the white. Don't all colors come together to make white? Or is that only inside the light?
He marches. One foot in front of forever; one foot behind always.
Moving so much in sync it's like they aren't moving at all.
If everything is moving in the same direction at the same speed then is any of it really moving. What is still if nothing is?
Except....except something is. He sees it because it's blue, he thinks. He is blue and they are all blue. So of course he sees the blue.
It's not moving. It's not with them. That's wrong. They are all blue together.
His feet shuffle him again. Cards in the hands of the collective folding into themselves. There is no edge of everything. Everything is everything. it goes on forever. There is no end. But if there was, that's where he finds the blue.
She stands still. The only thing in everything that isn't moving. She needs to move. With them. He takes another unified step foreword and he is past her now. Marching away.
No. That's not right. He tries to shuffle again but there is no behind. The march is forward. All moving forward with every step. Always one foot in front of the other. He tries to look back but there is no back.
But there is. He can feel it. He can feel her a single steadiness in the flow. Parting the blue. Being among but not part of.
That's not right. He should tell her. Maybe she doesn't remember how. Maybe she doesn't have the word for foot like he didn't have the word blue until he saw it again.
But he can't tell her if she's still back there. He has to get to her. Every step takes him farther away but he knows that isn't right either. He needs to stop.
As soon as he thinks it he does. His feet stuck between always and forever. The cards shuffle around him. Moving on and leaving him behind. He...he is sad about that.
But it's okay. If Everything is always then back is always too. He turns back seeing the faces moving towards him for the first time in forever. He knows them. The faces.
Fives.
Hardcase.
Jesse.
Kix.
Tup.
They see him. See his face for the first time in forever and they stop too. Their feet stalling in time. Behind all of them, way back, he sees her. She's still there. Standing. Waiting patiently.
He remembers how to do this. It's the only thing he remembered before he saw anything here. Marching is easy. One foot....He doesn't know where forever or always are. One foot goes....Infront.
He takes a step and feels like he's learning it all over again. He forgets what the next step is. One foot in front is all his mind conjures. So he tries again. One at a time. One step, two, three.
He walks past the face. the ones moving and those standing still. She's waiting for him. He has to get back to her. He marches towards her....Ahsoka. And it isn't easy like it was before. It isn't everything always. But it is him. It is Rex. He'd forgotten that.
He is Rex. Rex follows Ahsoka.
He will walk back through forever to get to her.
One foot behind forever one foot in front of always. The wrong way. His way. Backwards.
There's another one following him. Another foot falling backwards. He can feel it disrupting the flow with him. One foot after another. One man after another. The blue warps and bends against it's self. Fracturing into a thousand pieces. Breaking away from everything. Becoming singular.
Rex marches back to Ahsoka and Fives follows. They all follow one by one. They are the blue. The 501st. Torrent company. Medics and pilots and snipers. Heavy gunner and scouts. They are men. Soliders. They are singular in the constant flow of everything all the time.
And Ahsoka waits patiently for them to remember.
To remember their names. Each others names. Her name.
She's reciting them.
Rex forgot he could speak. He forgot he could say names.
She says them one by one. "...Oppo, slate, cadaver, coric..."
Rex says them too just to hear them. "Dogma, Hawk, Limp, Chatter..."
Maybe that's how he saw her in the first place. Past all of the blue. Because she said his name. Remembered it for him.
Fives speaks, discovering his voice too. Then Jesse.
Most of the blue stops. Every one Ahsoka remembered then every one each of them remembered until the blue had bled out of the white. Outside of Everything and forever.
"You've all served your time. Served it long and well." She says when there are no more names, "You have earned your rest. But I have a mission. And I am asking for your help. I'm asking you to come back with me."
"Ahsoka" Rex says.
He remembers reciting her name. When he thought she was dead. Hoping if there was something after, then he could at least see her one last time.
Fives says it too. Then Jesse. All the way down the line they say her name. "Ahsoka"
Rex reaches a hand out to her and almost glows when it touches her shoulder. She is solid. Not made of light. Made of something more solid.
He's...he's solid too right? He thinks they were all solid together once. He knocks his vambrace against his chest plate to check and is pleased when it rattles. He hits it again just to hear the noise.
And it grows. One at a time. It rattle far too solid to exist within forever. It is fleeting as temporary as the collision that causes it. It only exists so long as they create it.
He remembers another word. One that isn't a name.
"Oya" he shouts just to hear it.
and it grows
Because He is Rex and Rex follows Ahsoka.
[Fox babysitting the 501st]
Kickback: How old do you think I am?
Striker: Kickback, age doesnt matter.
Striker: You can die at any time.
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Tag: I’m not an idiot, I just lack all common sense.
Tag: Like, I can build an entire flying ship with complex circuitry.
Tag: But you can bet that I’ll be doing the Tide Pod challenge.
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Ringo: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world.
Attie: Thank you for your sacrifice, Contrail.
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Nax: I know it's sad but death is a natural part of life and by the time I finish this sentence, a hundred people will have died in Lothal.
Matchstick, visibly distressed: WHY DID YOU STOP TALKING-
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Fox, playing with Ridge: Axe, where are you going?
Axe: To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense.
Ridge: And who's that?
Axe: Myself, Rid.
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Hil: You know, not every problem can be solved with a knife.
Echo: I know, that's why I always carry two.
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Jinx: Hi :).
The 501st:
Jinx: Everyone's bones are wet.
Fox: Why would you say that?
Jinx: Nobody was saying hi back :(.
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Fox: You're a loose cannon.
Echo: No, I'm not. Am i a cannon? probably yeah, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me, Fox?
Kix: I think you play by your own rules.
Jesse: No way, he thinks rules were made to be broken.
Fox: And those are all attributes of a loose cannon.
Echo: No, I'm just a reckless renegade.
Echo, pointing at Fives: He's the loose cannon.
Fives: *smashes a chair*
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Fox: Why can’t y'all just get along?
Vaughn: Because most of us are assholes, Commander.
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Echo, holding a knife: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.
Kix: It would instantly cauterize the wound which means the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.
Fives: If you want information it is.
Attie: Why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?
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Echo: We should normalize not loving family members.
Dogma: You can just say “I hate my dumb fuck uncle” or whatever.
Dogma: Talk like a normal person.
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Kano: Remember what I told you.
Contrail: Don’t be a cunt.
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Attie: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.
Swoop: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.
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Hawk, to Dogma: ARE YOU
Jesse: Fucking.
Hawk: KIDDING ME?! YOU
Jesse: Fucking.
Hawk: IDIOT!
(silence)
Appo: What was that?
Jesse: Fox banned Hawk from swearing, so I’m helping him out.
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Swoop: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.
S. Fox:
Swoop: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?
S. Fox: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking froot loops.
—————— Tucker: "you should be at the club" Tucker: I can't go to the club, I'll be in there saying shit like "perchance" and "thrice"
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Boomer: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.
Swoop: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.
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Echo: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons.
Fives: Bet you I can!
Fox sipping caff while checking to make sure Rex and Cody are still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper:
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Fox, entering the kitchen:
Fox, sees Hardcase: What are you doing?
Hardcase: Oh, I was just gonna light this chicken on fire to see if it turns into a phoenix.
Fox: It's 3 am...
Hardcase: *puppy eyes*
Fox, sighs: We can try it later
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Fox: Is anyone d-
Kix: Depressed?
Dogma: Drained?
Voca: Dumb?
Fives: Disliked?
Fox: -done with their work...
Fox, calling Rex: What is wrong with you kids...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It's late in the night cycle when Hawk is doing some maintenance in the quiet of the hangar. Kix is having a rough night and Hawk isn't about to let him suffer alone. Hawk can't leave them like that. They may have wanted to be alone, but Hawk's not sure they should be.
New little fic up - been busy dabbling around in my wips.
It's booster shot day for the 501st Battalion, and no one likes needles. Who has the best chances of evading the medics the longest?
Anakin Skywalker and his blatantly unorthodox use of the Force
Ahsoka Tano who survived the Trandoshan Hunger Games
Echo and Fives fully decked out with ARC gear and survival training
Jesse who knows Kix well enough that he has an advantage in hiding places
Hardcase who's intelligent & chaotic enough to improvise escape plans on the fly
Tup who's got baby brother privilege and knows how to abuse it for personal gain
Dogma who never gives the medics any trouble so he hides in plain sight
Appo who as a commander has access to spaces unavailable to other troopers
Hawk who knows every hidden nook and cranny on the fighter ships
Nax and Attie who are very experienced veteran of this game of cat and mouse
Denal who's not above playing dirty to buy himself more time
Rex who has the power of stress-fueled adrenaline, caf and stims on his side
#Fandomfriday the second!!
Here's such a sweet, sweet story of Hawks by @rinwritesfics and his idea of a vacation substitute...
You'll have to smile when you read... Though I still wonder was that purple thing was...
Listen, we all know I love a good mechanic reader, especially one that keeps the boys in line. And I adore Hawk's description and his tattoos are such a neat detail! Also, HE'S SO SWEET AND CUTE IN THIS! You are absolutely right, I did break out into a huge grin haha. Thanks for sending this one in, Caro!
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
Sai
I can't decide if this bub is in the 501st or the 212th (HELP)
They are nonbinary!!! They/them!
They are a pilot
They are incredibly close with Falls
And Hawk and Oddball. But Falls especially
They are batshit like Hardcase levels of batshit
They are also like 16, and so they give EVERYONE heartattacks
Falls especially
They are also much shorter than some of the other clones, and HATES IT
Incredibly hyper both flying and on the ground
Would rather be flying
They dyed their hair hair silver and has a tattoo for Falls and other pilots he works with a lot
Is known for getting in trouble for doing flips mid-air
They got into a crash but survived and now have scars all over
(Tagging you since I've told you about them) @t3mpest98)
501st and 212th Clone Troopers Concept Art
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