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@incvltvs liked for a rebellion era satine
“-----------And what exactly do you want with me?”
@incvltvs this is what you are...
@incvltvs GETS DOMESTIC SHENANIGANS
IT WAS A STRANGE SCENE. Hondo was normally all sharp edges, all fingers-curled-around-a-blaster, cocky smile, and biting quip. His skin was thick & ridged, his nails dirty and appearance unkept. Hondo was MEANT to be a pirate, to be a thief, to be a VILLAIN -- it was where he looked most in his element, where he fit in the best.
Yet here he was. Sitting beside the other -- this man who he loved the MOST -- holding this little BABY in his arms. It was odd to describe, but he looked like a different man, sitting there & holding Boba as GENTLY AS EVER. The slightly WORRIED look on his expression indicated that he KNEW he really wasn’t MEANT for this kind of softness, was worried that he was somehow HARMING the sleeping child just by holding him in his cursed, rough arms.
Hondo felt as though something about this environment would SHATTER if he spoke it into life. So all he did was nervously glance up at Jango, saying in as JOKING a tone as he could muster: “This is what you looked like as a baby?”
Different Beginnings (incvltvs, Naroko)
Naroko Chiston’s head was spinning.
How. Force, that was all she wanted to know. How had this gone on for ten years? How had no one noticed that a planet off at the end of the galaxy had been contacted by a member of the Council and commissioned to create a- a clone army?
Well, she wanted to know why too. Why had Master Sifo-Dyas thought the Republic needed an army?
She brushed her still-wet hair out of her face, trailing along in the wake of one of the ethereally graceful Kaminoans. Taun We, she reminded herself. Taun We, who had accompanied her and the Prime Minister Lama Su on their tour of the cloning facility here in Tipoca City. Who had offered to introduce her to the bounty hunter who had donated his genes to this entire... project.
And to think. She’d come here for an entirely different purpose.
Force. Why didn’t they send ObiWan on this wild gundark hunt? I’m a healer. I’m not really supposed to be chasing assassins.
Her lips curled in a wry smile at the thought. Right. Like that had ever stopped her before. Even if she was probably in way over her head, that had never stopped her from jumping into things.
Focus.
She hadn’t been able to sense any duplicity from these Kaminoans. Even though they weren’t human- weren’t really close to being humanoid, really- she was fairly sure she was accurate in her empathic reading of the two she’d encountered. They seemed to honestly believe what they were telling her. So either they were being lied to, or things were way more complicated than she’d been expecting to encounter.
And then they were at a door, one of dozens like it lining this seemingly endless white hallway. As Taun We rang the door chime, Naroko carefully tweaked her clothing into order once more. The downpour outside had not done any favors for her appearance, and she’d rather not start off discussions with a bounty hunter looking like a drowned womp rat. She caught the Kaminoan eyeing her and ignored both the look and the sudden flicker of faint disapproval she sensed from her.
The door slid open, revealing a boy of about ten, dusky-skinned, with a mop of curly dark hair and wary dark eyes. She immediately sensed a difference between him and the clones she’d seen earlier. It was subtle, and might simply be down to personality- or a lack of genetic conditioning, but this boy was subtly more... vital in her senses. More intense. She offered the boy a warm smile.
“Boba,” Taun We said. “Is your father here?”
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> Just adopted by a duchess > “Now that I am Rich...
Cody is trying so hard not to laugh okay, he’s worrying but omg Braig you’re so sweet and innocent.
“thE RPUBLIC DOESN’T TAKE GOOD CARE OF THEM ALL SO SOMEONE HAS TO” - Braig, upon being questioned for his motivations
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he is the clone guardian, guardian of the clones...
*pats him* Cody and Cad love you Braig, you’re a good lil egg. Much love from the step-dad and the uncle.
He loves them, too. Nowhere in the Code does it say he’s not allowed to protect his family men and so he will do so
