#clone trooper spark

[singsofecho]

[sergeantgoggles]

Prompt: Mine Ship: Blackout/Spark Rated: G .

Blackout doesn’t like to brag. He’s lost a lot in this war already, and in comparison to some of the other Commanders in the Third System, he doesn’t have much to boast about anyway. 

But there is one thing that he will always take pride in, one thing that he will always point out with a grin the size of a small planet and eyes bright. 

Spark waves to him from where he’s working on one of the ships with a squad mate, and then promptly smacks himself in the face with a wrench. 

“That one is yours?” Cody asks with a smirk, pretending is isn’t making eyes at Fives a few few away. 

“Yeeeah, he’s mine,” Blackout says with an exasperated, affectionate sigh. 

[anstarwar]

This meme just gave me Blackout and Spark vibes. Spark brings all the sunshine to Blackout’s squad, whether they want it or not

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Spark requested by @wanderingjedihistorian from a while back. Making my way through the list and almost done, wow. Next is Captain Grey, Wilco, Havoc, Cutup, and Hound

[elendiliel]

I'm Going To Save Them All (18124 words) by Elendiliel Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars), Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CT-1284 | Spark, Clone Trooper Longshot (Star Wars), Osi Sobeck, R2-D2 (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, Wilhuff Tarkin, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-7567 | Rex, Clone Trooper Hardcase (Star Wars), CT-5385 | Tup, CT-6922 | Dogma, Pong Krell Additional Tags: Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, I would have said "everybody lives" but Umbara will happen, all the named characters will live though, and many unnamed ones, Action/Adventure, episode rewrite, Citadel Arc (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fix-It, (to what extent I don't yet know), Rescue Missions, Umbara Arc (Star Wars: Clone Wars), Planet Umbara (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Hardcase Lives (Star Wars) Series: Part 101 of Lightning Strikes Summary:

The Citadel. Umbara. Ringo Vinda. Just three of the 501st Legion's most costly missions and battles. But what if each one had gone slightly differently? What if even a few other people had brought their unique talents and skills to bear on those bloody problems? And what if one of those people were a Jedi dead set on saving as many lives as possible?

Helli Abbasa is about to find out…

(Fair warning: this chapter might not be as well-edited as usual, but I was determined to post it as close to Remembrance Day as I could.)

[theocs-strikeback]

A friendly welcome to OC Spark!

Creator: @likeabeastinrepose

Read about spark in While Fate, Ever Changing

Thank you for sharing Spark!

Text under the cut...

OC Name: Spark

Pronouns: He/Him

Species: Human

About Spark: Spark is a clone trooper stationed on Coruscant as part of the Guard. He's force sensitive, something he does his best to hide so he doesn't attract attention to himself. While still technically a shiny, he was transferred to the Guard by his former Commander. Not knowing how to shield his mind, he was overwhelmed by everything in his first battle, and was unable to function. His Commander luckily had a soft spot for shinies, and arranged the transfer. He's fairly quiet, keeping to himself and trying to stay out of trouble. He's (though he doesn't know it) more in tune with the living force, and enjoys spending time with the Guard's massifs.

He's a standard clone, though he's let his hair grow past regulation, keeping it pulled back into a bun most of the time. He has a scar that crosses his face curtesy of his first and only battle.

[priortoallthoughts]

Blackout and Spark instantly becoming best friends 🖤🖤

[clonecest-bin-account]

Since your requests are now open I kindly ask for some pure, happy, supportive, and loving relationship Blackout/Spark interactions because I am but a simple fool.

(Sure thing! Need more of them)

Spark doesn’t know what the fact that this is his favorite part of any mission says about him, but he just loves when they end, that moment in which the adrenaline begins to subside, leaving space for a pleased numbness that’s half the satisfaction for a job well done, half the relief for the fact that everything went well, that everyone’s still alive.

Of course not every mission ends like this: sometimes it’s painful, extremely so, and all he can do is thinking about the lives they’ve lost, about the fact that he was almost one of them, and he asks himself if it would’ve been better if he were one of the victims. At least he’d finally get some rest, right?

Fortunately for him, this last mission went well and without hiccups, meaning that he gets to enjoy a well deserved time off without the feeling of dread looming on his shoulders.

Nope, what he feels right now is an intense lightheartedness. The fact that he’s also just taken a shower and is now resting on his bunk are also great factors contributing to his good mood, but they’re not the only ones: even though Spark’s keeping his eyes closed, he can discern by the kind of steps getting closer and closer to him that he’s not going to be alone for much longer.

As to confirm his thoughts, once he opens his eyes, he seems a certain someone leaning with his arms against the upper bunk, looking down on him with a fond expression.

“Hey,” he greets his visitor, lips already curling into a smile.

“Hey yourself,” commander Blackout replies. “Enjoying some time off?”

Spark nods. “You know I am.”

He doesn’t even wait for Blackout to say anything as he makes space for him on the mattress, allowing him to climb beside him. It’s a tight fit, but they make it work; besides, being this close together it’s just what they need after a hard day at work: it’s easier to put their minds at ease like this. Everything’s good. They’re all here. They’re all fine.

“Are you going to do anything tonight?”

It’s not usual to hear Blackout asking him that: ever since his first mission, he’s always made sure he went out and had fun, and that was even before they got together, so Spark isn’t surprised to hear him saying those words.

Normally, he’d say that he’s open to suggestions, if Blackout had something particular in mind - usually he does - but this time… this time it’s different.

“Think I’m gonna stay here…” he says, in fact. Now that the adrenaline’s starting to wear off, he feels tired, very tired; all he wants to do is to sleep, to be quite honest.

“If you have somewhere to be, don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t want to ruin your night…” he says then, raising his gaze to meet Blackout’s. He’d feel bad if he was stuck with him just because he’s tired, after all…

“No. I think I’ll stay here too,” Blackout says and there’s something… well, not exactly off about him, but he does look tired too, something that Spark doesn’t think he’s ever seen since he’s met him.

“Eh,” he says then, shrugging. “We could always spend the rest of the evening like this, don’t you think?”

There’s a moment of silent, perfect stillness, then Blackout turns on his side, getting as close as he can to Spark, who readily welcomes him in his arms.

Despite the fact that he can’t see his face, not when it’s hidden against his chest, he can still feel his smile as he says:

“I don’t see why not.”

[inkformyblood]

when atlas shrugs (whose back is breaking)

Obi-Wan is an enigma. He turns up in jackets that clearly aren't his, so he is unobtainable, yet Cody can't stop himself from pining after the impossible.

Codywan Week Day 07: Domestic/Everday Life Pairing: Codywan Warning: None @codywanweek

Cody drummed his fingers on the countertop, the tacky residue from the lemon cleaning wipes causing them to slip slightly and disrupt his melody. The habit was a comforting one as the old battered orange radio that sat to one side crackled to life, the hiss of static shifting to the excited chatter of voices. 

“—should be just about the time that our cousin Cody is opening up Gal’gala Coffee.” Blackout’s voice was soft, reminiscent of the jazz that overlayed his words. “This is your daily reminder that it has the best coffee and pastries this side of the river, and I’m not just saying that because I’m related to the owner.”

Cody snorted, shaking his head at Blackout’s quip — the same one he made every day, as regular as clockwork. He stepped out from behind the counter, moving to the front door. He closed the small hatch in the centre, which was used for early coffee pickups, and swung the door open.

“Today’s special is a blueberry coffee and, to go with it, a salted caramel tart. Now—“ Blackout clapped his hands, the sound crackling but failing to fully hide the startled yelp in the background. “Spark has decided to finally join me in the studio.”

Spark’s voice was muffled, his words almost lost in the underlying crackle that rolled from the radio speakers. “Sorry, everyone! I hit a pothole on the way in and rescued breakfast rather than my phone, so I had to look for it.”

Cody winced, moving to draw the glass tip jar further into a position of prominence on the counter amongst the neatly constructed paper bags of coffee beans and loose ingredient kits, each with its own patterned ribbon to hold them closed.

Spark had been bouncing in circles on his bike when Cody had unlocked and nudged open the front door to pass it through. Keeping the front door locked had been a requirement from Jango when it transpired that there would only be one person in the shop in the early mornings and, to stop him from worrying, they all complied. 

There would likely be an old phone Spark could use from one cousin or another, but any extra money Cody could subtly entice would be helpful. With that in mind, he turned to the boards lining the back wall and clasped his hands behind his back as he thought. Wolffe was working in the back, making up the base dough they used, leaving Cody out front to prepare for the early morning crowd, so he sighed, running a hand through his curls and started to get ready for the rush. 

Time moved strangely throughout the morning. Brief glances at the clock revealed hours had passed in a blur of orders and the bitter tang of coffee in his throat, sweat beading on his forehead and trickling down his spine, but at times, it seemed to stop. Cody paused, his hand already reaching for one of the tarts when he caught himself, turning to glance at the front door, which was propped open. 

The wind chimes swung in the faint breeze, a haunting mournful song, and Obi-Wan reached up to tap the crystal in the middle, sending the fragmented rainbow light spiralling throughout the coffee shop before turning to Cody with a grin. 

“Hello, my dear, you’re looking particularly lovely today.” Obi-Wan’s smile softened, his head slightly tilting to one side, causing the careful crown braid to slip a few inches, and he reached up to fix it with a snort of laughter. 

Cody couldn’t help the surge of warmth in his chest, sweet and precious and as golden as honey, and he placed his hands on his hips as he studied Obi-Wan. 

The jacket was a new one, rich dark blue fabric that shimmered when it caught the light and covered with gold detailing displaying a swirling cityscape. It wasn’t Obi-Wan’s — too short at the arms and his shoulders pressed against the curve of the fabric as the sides hung too far back to be of any use. Cody’s breath caught in his throat, but he pushed the twinge of hurt down and away. It would fester in his chest, a constant reminder against the blossoming feelings he had for Kenobi, but Cody would survive it. He just had to keep telling himself that.

It was just his luck to fall helplessly in love with a man who was already in a relationship, even if Kenobi’s visits were the bright sunrise of Cody’s day.

“Busy week?” Cody asked when he could find the words, and Obi-Wan nodded, stepping closer to the counter. The scent of sandalwood clung to him like a second shadow, and Cody couldn’t help breathing it in, feeling the knot of tension in his shoulders release.

“Incredibly. Some people do not grasp the concept of deadlines and think I have a magic wand I can wave to fix all their problems.” Obi-Wan spoke with his hands, dramatic flicks of his fingers to punctuate his sentence, culminating in a slow circle of his palm across the air as if he was a magician dragging attention away. “But I heard there was a salted caramel tart on offer today, and I have escaped my office to see you, Cody, dear.”

“You only use me for my culinary skills.” Cody laughed, plucking the tart from the case after a moment’s hesitation to choose the best one — the slice was slightly larger than the others, and the surface was uncracked with a delicate dusting of sugar and a drizzle of chocolate on the top.

Obi-Wan laughed, a rich sound that seemed at odds with his slight frame. “They’re only part of it.” He paused, a wicked smirk curling the corners of his mouth. “You’re incredibly kind and caring, you work harder than anyone I know, and you’re stunning. I’m surprised you don’t have queues out the door for you.”

Cody’s cheeks burned, an explosion of heat that consumed his reflexive denial. It was the sincerity that Obi-Wan spoke with that was truly disarming, his gaze steady and expectant, almost as if he was searching for something Cody didn’t dare name. 

Obi-Wan was off-limits, despite how much Cody wanted to give in.

“I bet you say that to all the coffee shop workers,” Cody retorted finally, flipping a coffee cup up into his waiting hand, the gesture practiced and automatic despite how scrambled his thoughts were. “Your usual but with the blueberry syrup?”

Obi-Wan nodded and, as Cody turned away, he thought he heard Obi-Wan whisper something he barely caught. It had to be just a fragment of his imagination, and Cody’s hands were steady as he worked, but the faint whisper of “No. It’s always just been you,” echoed through his mind and wouldn’t stop.