#clone trooper feels

[emo-nova]

Jedi and Clones after the war, where Palpatine slipped on a banana peel and fell down three flights of stairs, just follows the day to day normalcy. Padawans are rushing to classes with Cadets and trying to quickly quiz each other for the possible quiz that Master Plo was hinting at. Knights and commanders and platoon returning from a long haul mission in the backwater planets to help sort out infrastructure problems while making sure there are no Sith temples they don't know about. Jedi Masters and their old Battalions are sorting out placements for some odd stragglers outside the temple so they would live lives that are peaceful and fulfilling.

Jedi and Clones fused together, war no longer looming over them, always teaching and learning and protecting.

[thelightismine]

okay but more on Jesse’s body language during the ‘execution’ scene

Jesse was so clearly not down for this, and if the look of horror on his face when Rex brings the news, subsequent impassioned speech, and his whole “Yeah, speak for yourself!” line to Fives isn’t enough to convince you, if you watch him throughout this scene, he is so deeply uncomfortable with what is going on -

After being asked if they would request to be blindfolded, notice how Fives stands solid as Jesse nervously glances his way, perhaps hoping Fives will have his trademark Balls™ and say something to stop this?? Where are the superiors here?? Is this really happening??

This contrast to Fives’ resoluteness is a continued theme, notice how Jesse is the one making nervous quips in the lead up as Fives stays silent:

Then after Fives’ dramatic speech (thank god for that because Rex was certainly not showing any signs of jumping in) and the ordering of the execution, LOOK:

Fives: concerned, surprised, but steady, stayed mostly standing, breaking into a small smile afterwards when he realises what he said worked

Jesse: PANIC, TERROR, CONFUSION, I DUCKED, FUCK ME, I CANNOT BELIEVE THE DAY I’M HAVING

Basically whilst Fives may have accepted his fate for the mission, Jesse most certainly did not, and seems pretty peeved that no one is listening to reason (or him! Fives totally dismisses his “who said I was joking” line??). Totally support the theory that post-Umbara he found it hard to process and fully trust Rex/the 501st and may have become an ARC trooper shortly afterwards in order to gain some distance from these traumatic events

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk 

[emo-nova]

What i need to do is write a fic where the Coruscant Guard accidently get adopted by the Temple Guard cause Feemor saw them and knew that someone had to pick them up. So, of course, Feemor grabbed Quinlan who needed someone to just believe that there was light in him to lure them to the Temple so the Guard can just slowly adopt them into the fold.

And that is how Quinlan, bestie with Obi-Wan and therefore Feemor's brother a little to the left, has to break it to said Obi Wan that he may need to check his men's head for a possible "man-made disease" half-way through the war. Because one of the Corrie had horrible headaches and then the chip malfunction in the break room in the Temple.

And that is how Order 66 was prevented by Jedi kinship

[emo-nova]

I am once more on my Clone-Jedi feels because I always imagine Clones feeling haunted after killing their Jedi. Everytime they hear a familiar song that their Jedi hummed, they snap to attention to see where they were to have a moment of comfort or some guidance. Everytime they attempt to sleep while out on a random planet, they think they see the familiar brown cloak that has been thrown over their shoulders to fend off the cold because they were a bit away from the fire. The clones are searching for the hand that was on their shoulder, bigger, smaller, thinner, *different* from a sibling, to just remind them to *breathe*.

The Clones start to wonder if this is how the Jedi get their revenge, haunting them by the smell of a tea and a joke they always said. But then they curse themselves that maybe it wasn't revenge, but grief. And now, here they lay in the mud and misery of the life of something their Jedi would break at. They were meant for the Jedi, and now the Jedi are gone and the Clones aren't meant for anything at all. They betrayed their meaning.

Every brother is haunted and they know the spirit with them, holding them tight.

[emo-nova]

There is always a very tender part of me when Jedi and Clones come together for the first time and they don't necessarily know how to act when the meeting is done and the planning is laying out before them, prepped and loaded like a blaster. The Jedi are skilled in negotiation, they can read beings, learned languages that some would consider dying and they have memorised so many etiquette lessons one could think only in circles like a drunk. But they are before soldiers. Or beings that want to be perceived as such.

And the Jedi have been peacekeepers, have been the shadows of halls that know that light of sunrises engulfing them home. But they haven't been Generals in many, many years. We know there is a first step, a glance that isn't that of an assessing eye but that of someone who just needs to see the soul of another beyond the machines and heat and darkness of war.

Was it the soldier charting into lands they think is cold and distant, or is it the peacekeeper who worries over powerful penmenship of language as to request and not order?

I like to think is started when dust has settled, blood is still seeping but the peacekeepers speak the language of universal action. Of them walking back into the mud and muck and white armour covered fields to find the survivors, because they still know that these are the beings that truly need peace.