#commander crow

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Have a Crow! Of Avis Squadron! Of the 209th! Also Team Dad!

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6 hours

A lot can happen in 6 hours, especially to a family -Order 66, from Dove’s perspective- <Welcome to Avis Squadron and how things slowly turn for the worst... Harpy is Deaf and I kinda used BSL to work for him>

6 hours

The Bridge was quiet for once, allowing the Lieutenant to breathe a little easier. They had reduced fighters due to the amount destroyed during the Battle of Coruscant; that Crow had counted, but they still had the numbers for the next battle they needed to engage with.

Dove stood firm, despite the itchy uniform as she watched the stars go past.

Harpy had gone to get them Caf while another Officer, Filter, had gone to get Sabacc cards. Dove hadn’t been the best at the game, but she did have her secret weapon after all.

She would work it out through their emotional projections.

The tense smile hiding a bubbling sense of excitement meant they were happy with their cards while a bluff may be easily called out with a worried twitch in their mind. General Tuteru had been helping her through it after discovering the young Lieutenant had been suppressing such abilities at a young age. She had theorised that she had been a youngling given up by a Jedi parent… and finding out from her Uncle, Ald; that would have been her mother. As for her father? No idea.

 Dove shook her head, brushing the bangs from her face. They were getting longer again, she’d need to ask Duck to cut them for her if he was next available. Her head glanced as Filter walked in with a smile. The Clone seemed more awake than ever, moving to sit down quietly and passed the mug over. Dove gave him her thanks as he looked over.

He straightened up in her direction and his thumbs tapped his chest twice before moving his hand to his face, making a pecking motion.

Ready, Pigeon?

 Dove snorts with a grin as she leans forward. She taps her thumbs to her chest in return as Filter scrambles in, offering a quick peck on the cheek to Harpy, who beamed as she sat down and shuffled the cards. They heard the scrambling feet as what appeared to be Duck, Goose and Robin ran into the Bridge, squabbling with one another.

 “Hey Dove! Going to lose your game again? Do you want any help?” Duck grinned as Goose peered around Harpy’s hand of cards, the older of the four slouching in an effort to hide his cards.

Dove sighs.

“I will if I have you three causing distractions!” She grumbles, but with a warm grin. Robin thinks for a moment before perking up.

 “Oh! Magpie needed you for something. Asked if you could go as soon as you could before your patrols.” Robin commented as the twins groaned as Harpy chuckled softly and Filter looked over. “I’ll just win in your honour instead. We girls gotta stick together.” Filter nudged her head as Harpy brought his hand in front and waved it  away from him.

Go.

 Dove’s shoulder slumped, but she knew better than to argue with the cook. “Alright… But you two better win…” Dove narrowed her eyes. “I know you two have something planned for you 2 years of dating in this damn war.”

Filter only smiled. “What makes you say that?” Harpy only leaned his head on his partner as she took his hand and brushed his knuckles. Dove slowly stood up, downing her caf in one gulp before slowly moving off the bridge, towards what her next job would be.

 5 hours

Magpie was grumbling to himself, brushing strands of long black and white hair from his face as he stared down at his latest patient as Dove walked in. Kite hid sheepishly in the med-bay’s covers as he stared up at his brother.

“Dove help! The crazy Medic says I need walking exercises again for my legs!” Kite called out as Magpie glanced over.

“He does! His legs need adjusting and I only barely caught him because of Kestrel! Bloody Clone tried to blow himself up again, adjusting his starfighter!” Magpie returned fire as Kite grumbled, Kestrel making himself known as he nodded his head towards the Lieutenant.

The Arc Trooper was always lurking around the mad pilot that was Kite. Mostly to keep an eye on him and to ensure he didn’t blow up the hanger in trying to make himself faster.

 “He does need adjustments,” Kestrel points out as Dove turns to Kite. “I’d say let Magpie take a look… He knows best” Dove reasoned with the Pilot who grumbles. “He’s going to steal my legs-“

 “No I won’t!” Magpie flushed and swatted Kite who cackled. Magpie always had the habit of picking things up… even if it wasn’t his… Considered by his bunk were buckets of paint belonging to other battalions and groups… Comms… The list somewhat went on… If someone was missing something, it was the first place to check.

 Dove pinched the bridge of her nose as she glanced at Kite.

“Please. We need you fit in case one of the other battalions calls us… the 332nd are in Mandalore and they may need help despite our current location… that or the 104th in Cato Neimoidia.” Kite thought for a moment before sighing. “Fine! But Kestrel gets to hold my legs.”

The Arc Trooper shrugged but turned to Magpie who grumbled and eventually agreed.

“Speaking of… Magpie, what did you need me for?” Magpie blinked before moving to his desk, grabbing hold of a bundle of Datapads while almost tripping over his chair.

“I got… those reports of men lost during the Battle of Coruscant. I need the Commander to sign these off”

 Dove frowned at the amount. “Ah…” She glanced at Magpie. Obviously the medic had skimmed through the files and had scribbled down that they had been K.I.A before sending it to Crow to finish off.

“Sure I’ll take em…”

 Magpie’s smile didn’t reach its full potential as Dove scooped up the pile, Kite having fallen silent. “I still have more to complete, but if you could give Crow a head start…”

Kite looked over. “Hey Mags, want me to help with that? I mean… I ain’t doing much now.” The engineer of the brothers commented as Magpie turned back towards him.

“…Me too,” Kestrel smiled. “While we sort out this idiot.”

“Hey! I thought we were having a moment!”

  Dove left the Medbay quickly before Kite and Magpie could squabble once more. The two had come together after losing their Batchmates and despite the small fights, it was obvious to others that they cared for each other in their own way. Kite only wanted Magpie to not get grey hair despite the Clone’s intention to salt and pepper his hair anyway, and Magpie had hovered ever since Kite lost his legs, gaining replacements thank to Kestrel. The Clone always wanted to go faster… which left many marks in the hanger.

 3 hours She found Crow, head down on his desk with data pads littering his room as she sighed. The Commander had probably fallen asleep after processing the lost clones due to the previous battle. She had been surprised the General had not been here, considering how close she could tell the two were slowly going.

They were going to wait until after the war to date. So they could properly get to know one another without the looming threats. Dove smiles warmly at the thought before moving over to pick up Crow’s favoured blanket from his bed and moved it over the Clone Commander. It had been a gift from one of the civilians rescued during one of their dogfights, and Crow had treasured it massively. He took it off on shore leave and back to the command ship when needed, it had certainly become a comfort item to the commander when he was off duty.

 She put Magpie’s records on the side away as she sighs. Something in her gut told her this feeling wasn’t going away so easily… maybe she would visit Magpie to get knocked out and sleep it off. But she needed to be back on the Bridge to meet with the General… But maybe she could convince Tuteru to allow Crow to sleep in… the bags under his eyes only grew deeper and they weren’t from Twin watching.

Dove decided to leave him be. The Commander deserved some rest, especially after looking out for their Flock. Macaw had walked in just as she was leaving, greeting her as he paused at the sight of their drooling Commander surrounded by Datapads.

“I’ll help him and forge his signature… saves him the time.” The newest Arc Trooper commented with a smile as he continued, sitting on the floor and grabbing a pen.

Dove smiled.

“Just make sures he sleeps. Otherwise Magpie will kill him before the war ends.”

 1 hour

She found their General, an older Pantorian Lady by the name of Chora Tuteru, meditating in the training rooms of their old Venator. Dove found herself slowly walking over before perching on a mat. The General chuckled as she nodded her head in Dove’s direction..

“Seems like you’ve had an adventure walking here.” Tuteru smiles warmly, sending a wave of comforting energy as Dove slouches, throwing off her Officer’s jacket. “Well… They can be them off the field… But I think the recent battle’s have stirred them. I can feel their tension.”

 Tuteru opened her eyes and glanced towards Dove.

“You seem to be getting better at your senses, Though we do need to work on your own projections…”

Dove winces. Of course she projected. She’s untrained… that’s why they had these sessions…

“Dove.”

Dove froze as she paused.

“Sorry.”

 “…Walk with me, Little Bird.” Tuteru smiled as she stood up, helping the Lieutenant up before exiting the Training room. Macaw had joined them along their walk as small chatter filled the room, Crow had woken up and asked for a caf which Macaw said he’d grab. Walks had helped, the familiar rumbling and the safety net of her family reassuring her… that

It was alright.

Tick-

Tock-

Tick-

 Ex—t- -rd—6-

 0-

The general collapsed briefly.

Dove ran to her side, but then it hit her. Overwhelming pain, screams of the damned. Raw emotions of Betrayed! Deception! Beware!

Think of the children- Her heart swelled before she too stumbled. Then it happened too suddenly. Macaw had turned and aimed his blaster-

Tuteru had force pushed him into the wall before Dove quickly shut the blast door. The two glanced at one another in confusion.

 Another door opened.

More clones came. Blasters raised.

Kestrel was next, Dove stunned him and quickly cuffed him to another clone as Tuteru trapped the rest behind a sealed door. Magpie and Kite had been locked in the Medbay as far as she was aware. The Comms were a mess.

There was confusion, anger, crying and begging.

But Dove could not feel anything from the ones she called Brother.

It was like they were gone. Silenced. The Force did not know where they’d be, nor did she.

 Her private line went off; Filter cursed.

“Dove? Are you there?”

 Dove responded with a shaky hello.

“The Clones have gone off! Said something about an Order, nothing that Harpy didn’t know about. But we’re holding them off the bridge! He’s just finishing off the other clones here and making sure they don’t cause trouble! Is the General with you?”

“I am.”

“What do we do? We have wounded but of course the Med-bay isn’t available and, Hey Duck! Do not chew through those- Kriffing Idiot! You’re going to get shocked!”

Dove heard cursing from what she assumed was Duck, calling them out to be traitors for hiding the Jedi.

“I don’t know what’s happening… But We’ll try and get through to you.”

 “No time, We have no way out and currently we’re in the middle of a fight for our lives ourselves.”

“Halliday, I am sending you orders.” The General commented after a bit. “I’ll take Dove and we’ll see what other damages… and if we can, send anyone in the crossfire to the Escape Pods.”

 “Understood… and good Luck… Harpy is wishing he kissed our kid goodbye, I hope… he’s safe…” Filter mumbled weakly before the line cut, and explosion followed behind, shaking the ship. Dove looked to her General who seemed distraught, but sent a calming wave towards Dove before looking down the Corridor.

“Let us proceed.”

Dove and Tuteru ran along, trying to avoid the corridors of clones. It was safer that way then to engage, due to the numbers compared to the amount of Natborns on the ship. That was when Crow had spotted then, charged and knocked Dove hard into the wall as Tuteru moved to grapple with the Clone Commander. So far, all clones had their buckets on, had… nothing inside, as if their lights had been flushed out. Dove had pulled her blaster out and fired rounds of stun bolts, finally knocking the Commander out after the 4th. Tuteru grunted as she pushed the Clone off of her.

“Are you okay…?”

 “A bit sore… but I’ll live… I just… don’t feel anything. Its cold… Scared…” Dove mumbled as Tuteru held her cheeks, looking over her.  The general was certainly the closest she had to a mother figure, and Dove was scared. She had somehow lost her brothers… Would she end up losing her mother too? She felt a small pinch at her neck.

Was that a stim…?

Tuteru moved over, supporting the Lieutenant as the two ladies ran through the Venator. More and more, the cries were stopping and were eventually silenced. Dove felt herself losing the battle to stay away. Maybe Crow had knocked her head too much against the durasteel walls, because she swore she was in the Pod bay…

Why was Tuteru putting her in one…? Were they running…?

 Wait… why…?

She felt her body being strapped in as Tuteru smiled sadly.

 “Dove. You need to live. Continue for the Flock… I need to get to Filter and Harpy… But we have a plan… You just need to survive.”

“But… Gen…” Dove murmured as she tried to get a grip of her senses. What was with her? Her emotions flooded with fear against Tuteru’s slowly glowing core, who was sending reassuring waves in return.

 “Dove… please.” And that’s all Tuteru left it at. The Pantoran slowly exited the Pod as Dove reached up to pull at the belts. Why? She suddenly heard a saber ignite and one voice she could assume as Crow’s own, calling to kill the Jedi as the pod shut behind her. And then she was gone. The Pod launched into the voice, turning and flipping wildly as Dove tried to get control against her drowsy body. The escape vehicle had just spun enough for Dove to watch as her Home, Her mother figure and what remained of her family dive into Hyperspace.

And away from her.

  +24 hours

It had been 24 hours since the change in her friends, 24 hours since the one she could consider her mother was now lost again to the Stars.

Did Chora survive? Did Crow kill her? What of the other Natborns?

Did Harpy and Filter hold out on the Bridge?

She hoped they did.

 The Escape pod drifted in open space. Dove hadn’t found the energy to try anything yet, Just no will to proceed. She simply sat on the floor, lost in her thoughts and pounding emotions which threatened to bubble up.

She had the comm channel on briefly, The Senate was broadcasting that all Jedi were traitors. The Clones… had executed them.

Palpatine had been granted emergency powers for the attack. Dove had shut it off after hearing Palpatine. It wasn’t true… She knew her brothers… they weren’t like that.

They made her feel welcome. They gave her name… Made her feel like one of them despite her own background. And she desperately wanted her family back.

 +80 hours

She hadn’t counted the hours, or even days. She had focused on what little she had to keep the ship operational, barely using the equipment while waiting. But for what? Why was she waiting? The Pod creaked at her. She glanced up and put a hand to the side of the ship. Maybe it was time to end. She knew her stomach was gnawing at her, the small container of rations stared at her. She needed to eat, she would eventually.

Or she could just… not.

Not care anymore.

Wait for her end.

 She didn’t see the approaching ship on her lonely pod. Nor did she mind.

After all, her family?

 Was gone.

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*runs in there* 17, 19, 24, 32, 44

(fdjfhdsjfsfs) 17. Any OC OTPs? I have a few Oc OTPs! One of them is a Clone Commander and his General. Crow (Clone Commander of the Avis Squadron) fell for Chora Tuteru (Pantoran General). But they didn't actually get together until much later past Order 66 when they did finally get to know one another. They end up having a kid later down the line while guarding Crow's Squadron who are still frozen in time. (Another is very self-indulgent with an OC x Canon I am still nervous to bring up;; ) 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) Dove would be one. Her journey is somewhat special. She didn't have her parents (Her father was missing and her mother was a Jedi who dropped her off at an Orphanage) and ended up becoming a part of the GAR under Tuteru as a Lt for her Squadron. She ends up apart from her new family during Order 66, being rescued by a bunch of Clones. And yet when coming face to face with her mother (A Disgraced Creche Master who ended up fleeing during the Temple and leaving Younglings behind.) She ends up following in the path of the Jedi before realizing, it's not for her. And she doesn't need to follow what her parents were before her. So she ends up just being a Force Wielder, though it takes time to get there. It's kind of something I need to follow, that I don't need to follow people to catch up in the trends... I can just go at my own pace and discover things for my own. 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? Honestly, Kite would be one I'd love to meet! He's a Pilot for the Avis Squad who ended up losing his legs while Piloting. Yet he still flies with his Squadron. His fighter is adjusted to his disability so he can jump in and go. He just keeps going. He doesn't let anything stop him and his heart is in the right place. He would be the one to help you along despite issues. And he would be a fun guy to talk to. 32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? For a truthful answer, I'd have to say Magpie of Avis Squadron. He hoards everything for a Medic and just would have the tools to get out of the situation! For comedic: Metro(nome) Squad and Scooby Doo hijinks- 44. Something you like about your OCs in general How I can always develop them. I always tend to change how they once originally were into something different and sometimes that makes it better than they were. Dove is one example of how she's changed despite the year I've had her.

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Hey, so I made Crow a playlist while i am now suffering.

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🙈🏊💡 for Rhythm and 😨🍧🌎 for Commander Crow <3

Terraaaaa Thank you for the emotes! <3 [Emotes Ask game] For Rhythm!! 🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don’t want to show other people? Rhythm wouldn't want people to see him low. He tends to show he's smiling through it... but he wouldn't want anyone else to worry about him. If someone was upset, he'd focus on them and whatever energy he has would be put towards them. If someone caught him as such, he'd fear for them to see him as weak or soft-hearted when things affect him a lot more. 🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean? I'd like to think Clones got some sort of swimming training (just chuck the children into the sea, it's FINE) So Rhythm has some ability to swim, but he's not the best. He'd rather have something to support his head up and hate going underwater due to more the 'noise' and feeling of being under. Again, if you gave him the ocean, Rhythm would get a Floaty and go in. 💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it? Rhythm is a planner! He has to make notes on what commands go where when doing his Communications sector for the Coruscant Guard. But he also makes notes for his Dj-ing moment so he would know what music to play and what he'd want to focus on! He also makes notes for the days ahead so if he's with the kids, he can plan his leave. Are his Batchmates on leave? He's going to plan to meet them? And our Dear Commander Crow! 😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"? He's been trained to hide his fear, on the ground or in the sky. He would instantly FIGHT. He will wait for Orders, but he will press on despite any worries or fears. But there are times when he's been caught so off guard, his Flight or Fight instinct wouldn't cut in. During the later years of the War, his instinct does weaken. He grows more scared for his brothers, sisters and siblings. His General. Lt Dove. He's heard of Umbara... and that ends up making him pause before returning to the fight. 🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it? Being a Clone, he didn't really have something to call his own. On one of the first planets they helped with their flight squad, Crow was gifted a Blanket from one of the townsfolk which he treasures dearly. It stays with his room, but he takes it off the ship when on Leave. It's one of those big blankets, weaved with soft materials, panels with a little illustration on it... When briefing with Tuteru, he would have it around his shoulders. He would be distraught if he lost it as it would be one of the first things he would have gained during his time serving. He would feel guilty about losing the Blanket even if it wasn't his fault. 🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them? Crow actually gained a crush on General Tuteru. But they spoke together that they would wait until the war was over. She would retire from being a Jedi and he from the GAR and then they would spend time together to learn about each other and see if their feelings remained the same. Crow would have fought the GAR and the Separatists at once if Chora asked him. So far... He hasn't been able to prove it... As of Order 66, the Emphemer, his Venator; along with the 209th Battalion, Avis Squadron, his General... and Commander Crow have been MIA. There was one survivor, Dove. But she would have known that Crow would have done anything for Chora Tuteru.