In a kinder galaxy, the story would've ended with Senaar Squad alive and well under the Mandalorian sun. In the kindest galaxy, none of them would've existed at all.
@pinkiemme completed the most gorgeous commission of Ahsoka's personal squad of 332nd troopers from my fic, Sun Killer Lullaby. They went above and beyond to deliver the "vintage war photo" vibes; I can practically see Ahsoka behind the lens taking the holo!
More about each OC under the cut.
From left to right:
Lieutenant Kes: Joined the 501st during the Onderon campaign and got a little too comfortable with rebellion (he would argue he's the perfect amount of comfortable. After all, it's a skill to understand what buttons are worth pushing and the best time to push them). The de facto ringleader of the other mid-to-late gen officers that transferred to the 332nd. Upbeat, skilled, and determined. Close brothers with Vaughn. His name/design is inspired by a kestrel.
Private Flock: Mandalore is his first campaign. His gen is frankly too young to be deployed, but those decisions are above everyone's heads. The last survivor of his training batch. Startlingly competent, even for a cadet shiny. Smart, adaptable, and gentle (despite the horrors.)
Captain Vaughn (ok, technically not an OC, but as with all clones, once you spend more time thinking about them than time they're shown on screen, they get adopted): Has been with the 501st/332nd for a little over two years. Is steady as an ox, and deeply devoted to the lives of Ahsoka and the soldiers under his command. Perceptive, even-tempered, and compassionate. Styles hair for several of his younger siblings as a downtime activity. Close brothers with Kes.
And after they liberate Mandalore, they live forever in a timeline where nothing bad happens to any of them ever again.
ship: sun killer lullaby [heatsink x the DJD]
source: transformers
words: 630
a little trial fic for the ship dynamic. it's a little weird but to them it's wholesome and that's all that matters
Once the seizing and convulsing had ceased, all that remained was a few lasting arcs of electricity and wisps of smoke that drifted as if impurities leaving the body.
Heatsink didn't make a single sound, slumped over, with the only movement being the occasional twitch. Though three others were present in the room, only two pairs of optics regarded him.
Vos leaned forward, placing his hands on either arm of the electric chair. Crimson gaze flicking over the equally small bot's form, he tilted his head to the side. "[Did that do it?]" he asked, speaking, as usual, in ancient cybertronian.
"It should have. I gave him a little… EXTRA love this time," Kaon responded from his alt mode underneath Heatsink's limp form. He remedied this by transforming back to root mode, making sure to hold the petite bot up in a contrasting kind of affection to the 'love' he had just spoken of.
"I'm sure he'll appreciate it, Kaon, thank you," Tarn spoke now, having been the other witness to this gruesome display of what one would call 'treatment.' Or 'mercy' if one wanted to be creative.
Vos immediately pressed his forehead against the unconscious bot, tapping his clawed fingers on his shoulders. "[Can I play with him now, Kaon? He looks so cute like this, I just want to give him a kiss.]" As he spoke, he nuzzled his faceplate against Heatsink's lips, the implication of 'kiss' sounding somewhat nefarious considering Vos's specific quirk.
"No, Vos, you will not," Tarn squinted, uncrossing his arms and closing the distance to take the small figure from Kaon's arms.
Hissing, Vos glared at Tarn. "[Why not? I haven't gotten to play with him yet, he misses me! He'll be fine, I'll be gentle!]"
Tarn didn't deign to look back as he gave his answer, walking away with Heatsink in his arms.
"Because I'm laying claim to him right now."
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As Heatsink came into awareness, his vision was blurry, and his extremities numb. It was because of this that it took him a moment to realize he was being held in a loving embrace. One that was all too familiar.
"Am I okay now, Tarn?" he offered the larger bot a dazed smile, still too weak to move much.
"Well, now, I suppose that depends. Do you feel less like ripping your face off when Vos could have just as easily done it for you?" Tarn's loving words were morbid, ambiguous as to whether he was being playful or if that's just how he was.
Heatsink sighed contently, nuzzling as best he could into Tarn's chest. "I feel… Great~" his tone began to lilt, almost filled with a different type of delirium.
Tarn let out a pleased hum, pulling him in closer. "I'd expect as much. Kaon said he gave you a little extra love this time. I wasn't sure if you'd have noticed or not."
A light trill emitted from Heatsink's throat, his optics blinking shut. "I did~ I'll have to thank him later~ I feel much… much… better~" he all but purred before looking up at Tarn with adoration. "But I should thank you first, Tarn~"
"Oh? Why do you say that?" Tarn rubbed a digit over Heatsink's cheek, relishing in the way he pushed up into his touch.
"I wouldn't be here without you~" the smaller bot's optics narrowed in a pleased squint. "Hey, Tarn… I can't move yet, so… Can you sing to me again? Please?"
The chuckle that rumbled through Tarn's chassis brought Heatsink an amount of comfort that was worth more than all the praise in the world.
"How can I say no to that?"
His song carried Heatsink off into the place where dreams blurred with surreal reality. And he was content with that.
so The Decepticon Justice Division, as I understand them, are sort of a disciplinary committee but they also have a scientists-with-skewed-morals thing about them, though they're not doing if-then variable experiments, it seems a little more like psychological ones XD (I know a lot of your other recent f/os so these were my least-known-about ones hehe)
You're actually mostly right!
They're a group that came together to hunt down Decepticon defectors (even though the war with the autobots is literally over.)
Every single one of them is a torture device. Kaon is an electric chair, Vos's face comes off and is basically an iron maiden for other bots' faces, Helex is a smelting chamber, Tesarus is basically a murder dishwasher grinder, and Tarn's voice can make bots' sparks (aka hearts) explode.
They have a list of bots to hunt down, and then Tarn plays classical music while they torture them to death lmao.
