Squad #21 CloneShipping Big Bang Sneak Peek
I’m super excited to share the squad 21′s sneak peak for the @cloneshippingbigbang event! The author of this fic is the awesome @airlockfailure and I’m the artist for this fic!
Auribus Teneo Lupum
translation: holding a wolf by the ears; meaning trying to avoid an unknown situation by remaining in your current unhealthy situation; an unwillingness to change/adapt/grow/heal for fear of the unknown
The author: @airlockfailure
The artist: @reaalikaasu
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: over 30,000 (incomplete)
Pairings: Denal/Axe, Angel (OC)/Koho
Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Tags: blood and injury, hurt/comfort, angst, medically YMMV, militarily YMMV, cognitive dissonance, discussions of brainwashing and behavioral conditioning, permanent injury, permanent disability, clone troopers deserve better, clone trooper culture, clone shipping, clone trooper relationships, nat-born vs. clone trooper dynamics, healing and recovery, medical prosthetics, cybernetics, food insecurity, medical emergencies, erol and meerla are spice runners/producers but there’s no illicit use of spice, building a community, self esteem issues, PTSD, grief and mourning, murder, treason, hiding from the Republic, clone trooper decommissioning, clone trooper reconditioning, unsafe sex, anal sex, oral sex, sexual inexperience, nonbinary characters, early relationship Zero/Meerla, falling in love, touch starved, size difference, survivor’s guilt, getting together, Kaminoans being assholes, alternate universe- canon divergence, order 66 didn’t happen, original clone trooper characters, original characters, pov original character, other tags to be added
Summary: Angel, Alpha-ARC trooper and Commander aboard the HCTFF2 medical station, makes a desperate escape into hyperspace after a surprise Separatist attack. Confronted with protecting Kaminoan secrets or saving his fellow troopers, Angel chooses the lives of the men in his care. Denal, one of his patients, witnesses an act of treason and is torn between doing what his training says is right versus what his heart tells him.
Snippet:
“You run a tight ship, Commander,” Kel Torra remarks.
Angel is unsure if she means to pay him a compliment or if she’s admonishing him for overbearance.
“But your expenses are nearly twice that of other medical stations,” she continues.
“HCTFF2 receives the majority of wounded troopers, sir,” Angel states.
Kel Torra blinks at him. He’s never been a good judge of Kaminoan body language. Costing the Republic credits without justification isn’t something he appreciates being accused of. He looks up at her, wondering if she has more to say or if she’s looking for him to explain himself. It’s simple, really.
“This medical station does not decommission enough troopers compared to the numbers being redeployed to the front,” Kel Torra eventually tells him.
It’s simple.
“These men are still alive, sir,” Angel states as flatly, and as calmly as he can.
She blinks and her already thin lips thin further. “These… clones… are alive against set protocols.”
“Sir-”