#decommissioning

[muyru-iru]

Commander Fox: I was rejected too, Bly. It happens to everyone once in a while. Commander Bly: HOw?! You never loved someone out of your range! Commander Fox: I tried to send a decommission request for myself. It was denied right away. Bly (as a brother): ...Fox. Why.

[but-make-it-poly]

Slick Headcanons (and subsequent characters)

Instead of being executed, he was/found a way to get locked up in Coruscant prison.

When Boba Fett is arrested, Slick is the one to save him from getting executed/sent back to the Kaminoans. Somehow.

Slick is also the one to save Dogma from getting decommissioned or reconditioned, instead gaining a prison mate.

Boba has some sort of familial relationship with them, if only because of proximity.

Slick and the Coruscant Guard have some sort of understanding. (This is a different post about my au that will eventually exist).

Dogma doesn’t really warm up to Slick until he gets news of what happens to Tup and subsequently, Fives.

All three of them survive, and later have varying levels of closeness with Rex and “others”.

There’s more, but that’s a different post. This stuff can pass in canon. The rest are more… au-esque.

[kybercrystals94]

Resilient

By KyberCrystals94

Read here on Ao3!

Whumptober 2023 | Day 30 | Prompt 31: “I thought I was getting better.” | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”

Rating: T

Words: 935

Summary: Echo thought he had gotten past these episodes.

Author’s Note: I swapped the prompts for today and tomorrow, because I was going to post Part 3 of Regroup today; however, I needed a little more time with it, so it will be coming tomorrow!

“CT-1409, do you experience these episodes often?” a soft, even, expressionless voice asks.

Echo turns his head and finds himself face to face with a Kaminoan lab assistant, large orb eyes blinking slowly, expectantly. Waiting. They had asked him a question.

“What?” he asks, shifting awkwardly where he sits on the end of a medical cot, metal legs dangling.

The Kaminoan sighs but repeats the questions. “Your night terrors. Do you experience these episodes often?”

“No,” comes the automatic lie, “I don’t have night terrors.”

“That is incorrect, CT-1409,” the Kaminoan refutes, “Our records indicate that you experience night terror episodes between two and three times per week.”

“What records?” Echo demands. He’s never confessed his nightmares to anyone, let alone a Kaminoan medical facility. The only ones who know that he wakes up some nights with a scream being torn out of his lungs are...

“We receive reports from Clone Force 99,” the Kaminoan replies coolly. “It is troubling that you would find it acceptable to lie about your condition.”

Echo’s mind is reeling. The Batch told them? They’ve been reporting to the Kaminoans all this time? He trusted them...

“It isn’t a condition,” Echo protests weakly. His mouth and throat feel like he swallowed sand.

“Fully functioning clones are resilient to mental and emotional disorders such a post-traumatic stress. However, seeing as you have been altered extensively by the Techno Union, it is understandable that your cognitive constitution has been compromised.” The Kaminoan turns away from him, picks up a syringe filled with a silvery blue substance.

Echo stares at it. “What is that?”

“The cost of treating your condition far outweighs the benefits,” the Kaminoan tells him. “Please lie back and remain calm.”

“You’re going to decommission me,” Echo breathes out. He doesn’t move to lie down, he can’t. Even if he wanted to. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to die. “I need to speak with my commanding officer. CT-99...”

“There is no need,” the Kaminoan interrupts him. “Your commanding officer is fully aware of our decision.”

“No!” Echo shakes his head. “Hunter would not allow this. I demand to speak to him immediately.”

“You are Kaminoan property. Your commanding officer has no say. Please follow my request, or I will be forced to have you restrained.”

Echo wills himself to move, but it’s as though his muscles have turned to stone, heavy and unyielding. He can only watch in horror as the Kaminoan approaches him, puts a hand on his shoulder and pushes him back. The needle of the syringe glistens in the haunting white light overhead.

“It is a painless death,” the Kaminoan assures him.

“No, please,” Echo begs, and he realizes he is crying. “Please, I don’t want to die. Please.”

“You have served your purpose and are no longer a valuable or viable resource.” The pinch of a needle.

“Please...”

“Echo!”

The cyborg sits up with something between a strangled scream and a gasp. He is breathing hard, lungful after lungful of air doesn’t seem to be enough. A hand grips his bicep hard, and Echo pulls away wildly, swinging out with his scomp arm.

“Hey, hey, take it easy,” Hunter’s voice sounds startled, and Echo turns to see the Sargeant looking at him from several paces away.

“Stay away from me,” Echo chokes out, “Don’t come near me.”

“Echo,” Hunter soothes, “you were having a nightmare. You’re safe. You’re okay.”

“No,” Echo cries, “I’m not okay. I’m not!”

“Alright,” Hunter says.

Echo nods, still breathing hard. He can’t decide if his face is wet from sweat or tears. Maybe both. Either way, he rubs at his face with a shaking hand.

Hunter takes a step toward him, and Echo swallows, averting his eyes to the tangle of blankets only half covering him now. “Can I sit next to you, vod?” Hunter asks.

Brother.

Echo nods again, but Hunter still approaches slowly, like Echo’s a wounded animal about to lash out with teeth and claws. He kneels next to the bunk and puts out his hand, palm up. An offering. Echo takes it, gripping Hunter’s gloved hand so tight the fabric protests. “This is real,” Hunter murmurs. “You’re safe.”

“I’m safe,” the ARC echos softly. He sniffs. He is definitely crying. Kriff.

“This hasn’t happened in a while,” Hunter comments gently.

Echo tips his head back against the wall. “I thought I was getting better.” He glances at Hunter. “Did Omega hear anything?”

“Yeah,” Hunter admits, “she came and got me.”

Echo curses. “Hope I didn’t scare her too badly.”

“You didn’t,” Omega says from the doorway, her body pressed against the frame. “I was just worried about you.”

“I’m fine, kid,” Echo says. He releases Hunter’s hand and tries to wipe the dampness from his face again. “Just a bad dream.”

Omega smiles at him. “It’s okay if you’re not, though,” she says.

Echo blinks. Damn it. The kid was going to make him start bawling again. He returns her smile shakily but doesn’t trust himself to say anything, so he gives her a tight nod. That seems to be enough, because after another flash of a smile, she’s gone, called away by Tech in the cockpit, by design, Echo thinks distantly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hunter asks.

Echo shakes his head, the residual emotions of betrayal lingering in the corners of his mind. That wasn’t real, he reminds himself firmly. This is real.

“Okay, that’s fine,” Hunter says. He stands up, puts a heavy hand on Echo’s shoulder for a moment, then follows Omega out of the room, leaving Echo alone.

He focuses on the sound of the ship around him, takes a steadying breath. This is real.

END

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[workingchemistry]

To make sure I’ve got it right re:decommissions

The Jedi have stopped it in the gar, but they and the other ccs don’t know it still happens in the guard? Does it still happen in the batches still on kamino or did the Jedi stop it there too?

And is fox able to fudge records etc to stop most decommissions from actually going through or is he actively losing men

Ooh. Good question. It’s still sort of vague in the fics that have been posted bc the others simply don’t know the answers yet but decommissionings haven’t actually been stopped at all. The Kaminoans have just gotten better at hiding it. The guard are the only ones who know that they’re still happening bc 1) they don’t have a Jedi for it to be hidden from and 2) they’re in the senate where the subcommittees of subcommittees of subcommittees voted in favor of “recycling” the clones which just amounts to decommissioning and then using whatever parts they can for other clones.

Fox is fudging the records! But it’s not as effective as it might be in other fics. He’s able to save only one or two at a time spread out weeks apart and he’s got to make the hard decision to triage and decide who he needs to keep and who can better help their brothers through decom. So he can save some which is better than none but he is actively losing men and so is the GAR, it’s just given a different title there.

[lonestarbattleship]

Crewmen haul down the National Ensign as USS SOUTH DAKOTA (BB-57) is decommissioned, at the Philadelphia Naval Base, Pennsylvania.

Photographed on January 31, 1947.

U.S. Naval History and Heritage Command: NH 73929

[lbibliophile-sw]

Shuffling Numbers

Also on AO3 [500 words] For Whumptober 2022 - day 29: Defiance

Everyone in the GAR knows that the Coruscant Guard is a cushy posting. Everyone in the Guard knows this is a lie; Coruscant has its own dangers. Most of these, Fox can’t do anything about. He sets up procedures and precautions and specialised training, but the risks are all part and parcel of the job. Not quite what they were trained for, but close enough.

Requests for decommissioning are a different matter. They can come at any time for any reason, lives resting on the whim of Senators who see them as less than droids. There is nothing Fox can do to prevent the properly filed requests (and only the properly filed ones, the others he has an excuse to ignore)… but he does have discretion over how the request is carried out. It’s not even that hard; all it takes is shuffling paperwork.

The Senators who give the order are hardly going to take the time to personally ensure the relevant clone gets on the shuttle back to Kamino, or do more than a cursory follow-up. So he marks the clone as decommissioned on the official roster, assigns them different duties, and the Guard continues on with one more member than officially registered (two more, twenty more, fifty more) with the natborns none the wiser. Some weeks, it honestly feels like those extra bodies are the only reason they are even vaguely able to keep up with the workload anyway.

Of course, there is a downside to this scheme. Supplies – food, equipment, medicine, space – are allocated according to the official garrison size. And because the Senate is cheap, the Guard are allocated the bare minimum they can get away with supplying. They don’t begrudge sharing their bunks and their meals with their rescued brothers, but the shortages are just one more thing wearing them down.

The solution, of course, is to juggle the paperwork back the other way. Decomissioning is hardly the only – or even the most common – way for Guards to die. It should be easy enough to just not record a trooper’s death, allow a ‘decommissioned’ brother to take their place on the active roster.

The only problem is where to change these records. Fox refuses to allow them to change mission reports, particularly with alterations of this magnitude. You never know when a case might become relevant again, or who was watching and what they noticed. Fox has fought hard for the minimal protections that come with running perfectly according to procedure; as soon as the Guard are caught using a loophole, a dozen others will leap to exploit it.

So that means the lie needs to come from within the barracks, the medbay. A critically injured trooper entering, and a healed one walking away.

Their medical casualty rates decrease.

Clearly their problems aren’t so bad. Clearly the needs of the frontline troops are more urgent.

Their medical supply allocation is cut.

More brothers die.

But at least they had a chance.

[rotomartsblog]

Expression sketches with some of the decommissioning squad

[eyayah-oya]

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Clone Ship Bingo | 5+1 | @cloneshipweek​

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox/Clone Commander Thorn, CC-1010 | Fox & Clone Commander Thorn Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Clone Commander Thorn (Star Wars), Minor Characters Additional Tags: CloneShipWeek's July Bingo 2021, Prompt | 5+1, Cuddles, Sleepy Cuddles, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Decommissioning (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Reconditioning (Star Wars), CC-1010 | Fox Needs A Hug, CC-1010 | Fox Gets a Hug, Thorn lives, Scipio happened differently Series: Part 20 of Clone Ship Bingo July 2021 Summary:

Five times Thorn cuddled Fox, and one time Fox initiated the cuddles.