I made these guys by kit bashing a bunch of stuff, maybe you recognize it. Anywhoo CLAN ELDAR GANG WHOO. I like the idea that their masks are vaguely in the shape of the lion sigl they have. I want to know more about this clan otherwise I’m gonna have to make things up.😌 NgL don’t like the orange green look they got on in rebels
Notes: This is a SMALL part of my Nia Lives AU that features during Rebels (... this was all born because I wanted Nia to stekehis beard ngl). Like with most of these, I gave myself too little time, so everything's like an Abridged version. This is no different.
Domino is back again and he will be tomorrow (preoare your tissues for that one!). Alistair is one of his two cousins <3
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Masterlists: Canon x OC, 210th Assault Legion, Canon x Reader, OC Misc
Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5
It felt real - for a moment, fleeting, he saw her. Felt her. Vivid. Real. Too real to be a dream - in his chest. That Nia was alive. Yet, how could she be? Vadar had killed her with violent precision a decade ago. It was impossible, surely, for her to have lived?
And yet he could do nothing about it, entombed in spider legs with their fangs threatening his existence. His communicator in his helmet was affected by the depth of the tunnels, and the one on his vambrace needed recalibrating; no amount of struggling saved him - if only he were younger. Even a year ago, he would have been able to snap their legs and escape yet another demise.
He could escape order 66.He could escape venators going down. He Survived a three year war and a resistance and now there were spiders going to chew him up for supper before he could see Domino again.
He wondered if his son has seen the vision of his Nia - his mother - or in more detail, if at all. Did Aurora? Her connection would be stronger, right? But what if there were inquisitors that were Jedi they once trusted? What if they had sensed her too?
What if it really was just a daydream in the dark, telling him death would have him see her again?
Can't think like that.
Rex looked around - there was always a weakness somewhere. He just had to -
“Dad!” Movement jostled him, hands gripping around spider legs firmly. “Sabine commed me - but this pace is a maze and I must've got here first -”
“You can sense me in the force, that's why.”
“I'm not that sensitive, but damn there must be truth to it with how quick I found you. Or just you know, good ole clone equipment.” There was a grin under the helmet. “Just don't squirm.”
“What? Why -” A loud resounding crack like the snapping of a thick stick followed suit, making its way through the passageways. A screech was heard above his head, and he was unceremoniously dropped.
“Don't go saying you're too old, pa.” It was almost effortless how Domino straightened him and shot at the spider above their heads without even flinching. “You're only thirty odd.”
“And you're sixteen but tall for your age.”
“You could say that I'm too old for my age.” Rex knew the lopsided grin Domino had etched on his features beneath the phase 1 clone helmet - it matched both his own and Nia's.
Nia…
“Domino, son,” his hands held his son's shoulders, “I think I had a connection with your mother -”
The emotionless helmet looked at him - still unwavering, unyielding - for a single heartbeat before a cracking reply came.
“So did I…”
“Think your aunt did?”
“I don't… I don't know. Maybe.” Dust from the ceiling fell. Scurrying came from behind them and they turned to press their back together.
Rex squeezed Domino's hand before they both took their pistols in both hands. “We'll find her.”
“Pa, let's just fight our way out of this hell first.”
“Aw, I thought you were over your fear of spiders?”
“That was pure adrenaline to save your old man backside.”
“Well, your old man's gonna protect you.”
“Yeah, yeah, let's hug and get sappy once we're outside and got the barriers up.” Rex felt Domino tilt his head back. “Gonna contact my uncles about this vision.”
“Which ones?”
“Tempest Company, Pa.” There was a loud laugh, then blaster fire the dampeners in their helmets deafened. Rex soon had to join in at the encouraging hatchlings. “Can you imagine Wolffe being told? He'd think we've finally gone mad.”
He joined in the laughter with a chuckle of his own. “He thought you were born mad.”
“No, just small.”
“You were tiny, son.”
“And now I'm taller than most clones.”
“Only six foot two.”
“And you're six foot.”
Rex chuckled - being with him, fighting side by side and exchanging bantering conversations - reminded him of the old days. The good days. The days where, once he felt like he had a future, he thought of staying with Nia on Amarantine, exploring all the places she wished to take him for the rest of his life. A future that, once they found out they were going to be parents, he strove to fight to bring into fruition. To save. To be able to have a flourishing garden for Tooka Fives and Domino to play, family to visit, fruit, veg and nuts to eat, flowers to enjoy.
Even what little they could have of that felt like they could have it all whilst still fighting the empire from afar, defending and fighting for a Republic and Democracy that had long died.
His future died with it.
“If your mother really is alive…”
“We'll find her, Dad.” Domino sounded as confident as Rex did when the war began - the same confidence he saw from Fives and Echo. A condidence he would have thought he lost from his younger days if it had not been for Domino's growing with each year. “I believe so deeply that we will.”
“I hope you're right."
“No - Pa, we have to believe that there's a chance she is. Even if her fate ends up remaining unchanged, there's a chance she's out there.”
And it was a chance they had to be willing to take. Even if she would be alive for moments, it was a chance to say goodbye. A chance they never had before.
One Week Later
Her hands were roughened from toil and labour, skin dry and the area around her nails picked at and bitten. But her touch was warm. It always had been. Rex leaned into the palm he kept in place against his cheek, fingers entwined with his like woven satin threads, and he kissed the heel of her palm with a lingering press of his lips.
Silver eyes bore into him, exhausted and warm, timid yet sure, and hair of auburn had doubled in grey strands. She looked older than she was, just fed enough to keep her useful. But he could still see the beauty of her very being in the curve of her lips and the swelling of water within her eyes.
“Rex?”
He smiled at her, eyes crinkling at the corners, and he paid no effort in blinking away the relieved rivers before they could fall. "It's me, Nia. Ner cyare. Ner kar'ta." Her free hand stroked at his beard, slow with relearning. He grasped it and kissed the tips of her fingers with his eyes never leaving hers until their foreheads came together and noses touched. "I'm so sorry.”
“For?”
"Not knowing you were alive. That you were imprisoned..." he clenched his eyes shut. "If I had known, I would have done anything to save you…”
"I know... but Domino may have lost his father, too. I would have sooner you been a father than come after me.”
Her breath fanned his lips. Rex could have kissed her right then - easily. The tilt of his head was subconcious, half tilting her own to have better access to her lips He wanted to. Wolffe and Gregor were guarding the door, Domino and Alistair at the ends of the corridor. It was alow probability they would be found.
But they didn't have the time to savour it. And he wanted to give her what she deserved, not rush half a decade when he wanted to map the features that still resided in his dreams, now back in his relatity. He wanted to kiss her as if he could give part of his soul to hers. He wanted to hold her - cherish her - and forget The Empire ever existed, even for a single moment.
'Pa, three bogies on patrol comin in our direction . Orders?’
"A distraction. You're side is our exit.”
“On it.”
His comm quieted again. Nia's index grazed his lower lip. "That Domino?”
"The one and only.”
Even as weak as she was, gaunt and scarred as she was, she still showed her smile ashe fingers found his white beard. “Reminds me of someone I know.”
"I had help teaching him…” Hands in warning hit the door. He grinned at her, as hazed as she was in his vision, and tilted his head towards the door. “Let's go.”
“Roger, Captain.” Even to this day, after so many years had come to pass, she slotted his helmet on and kissed the mouth part of the visor for good luck. “I'll be right behind you.”
“No, mesh'la. Not this time.” Rex grinned giddily - a school boy finally able to do something he had always dreamed of - and effortlessly picked her up in a bridal hold, the last time he had been able to being the night before everyone thought her dead. It was a good night - laughter and passion followed by Fives the Tooka looking at them with disgust as if he could no longer be even in the same room. “You're with me.”
He was never going to let her die again. Not like that. Never like that.
Since everyone seems to really enjoy the ship art I figured I should probably post her bio.
Name: El’ia Domiteer
Homeworld: Iridonia
Born: 33 BBY
Species: Iridonian Zabrak
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 1.77 meters / 5'8"
Affiliation: Alliance to Restore the Republic (Rebel Alliance)
Weapon: Zhaboka
Ship: A-Wing called The Triumph
Additional Details:
• Clumsy as heck. God The Force won't let her die.
• Absolute gremlin energy. Very good at pushing people's buttons and she knows it.
• Shipped with Agent Kallus. Complicated relationship that starts when he's still an Imperial.
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I have a lot more info on her, but I didn't want this to be too long. Feel free to ask for more info on her. Or if you have a Star Wars OC I'd be more than happy to talk OC connections!~
