Hi! I'm a HUGE fan of your work! Could I request a tbb x clone who's trans (masc to fem), coming out shit, all that good stuff? Thanks! here's some boba to keep you motivated 🧋 love, jia
Hello! I apologize for the long wait in writing this, but I am truly honored by your request 🥰And thanks for the boba!
The Person You Will Be (MTF Clone Reader)
Notes/Warnings: Reader is a clone, no romance, The Batch;s first solo mission, no use of Y/N, Reader is taller than Hunter, but height is not specified.
Mando'a:
vod - brother/sister
Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la - Nobody cares who your father was, only the father you'll be
"Everyone ready?" Hunter asked. He gave his helmet a few flips like he'd seen Commander Cody do, only to end up smacking himself in the face. Crosshair snickered.
"You kidding? We were born for this!" Wrecker grinned, flexing as he hit his fists together.
Tech cleared his throat, "Technically, we were specifically bred and decanted for this purpose, not born-"
You gave Tech a gentle shove, "It's a figure of speech, braniac, don't think about it too hard. Your helmet's big enough as it is!"
Tech blushed as the rest of you chuckled.
"Alright lads, let's move out!" Hunter made a circular motion with his finger to indicate all of you, but as the others followed Hunter with their fresh white gear and shiny black blasters freshly polished and ready for battle, you lingered, shuffling your feet nervously.
"Hey guys?" You called.
Hunter turned, surprised to see you still waiting by the table in the center of your bunkroom.
As the others followed his gaze, you suddenly felt awkward at the center of attention.
These were your brothers, they loved you. You'd faced countless training sims and even the regs together. They would never abandon you.
"Can you not call me a lad?" You took a deep breath. They said nothing, only looked at you, confused.
"I, uh, don't like being called a boy. Or, man, now that we're old enough I guess." You scratched the back of your neck. It still felt itchy from the fresh buzz cuts you'd all been given at the conclusion of your training. You felt naked, exposed under the central light of your bunkroom. If all went well, you'd have to grow it out while you were off Kamino.
When the others said nothing, so you continued rambling and wringing your hands, wishing someone else would break the silence.
"I mean, not that there's anything wrong with you calling us lads, I'd just prefer it if you called me lass, or a girl from now on-"
Hunter was across the room in seconds, his arms thrown around your neck and holding you tight. He still had to stand on his tiptoes to reach your shoulders, but the surprise of it all pulled you down to his height, hands frozen in shock.
Wrecker was right behind him, lifting you both in his arms in a big bear hug. "We have a sister?" He asked, his voice choking.
You gasped for air, both from Wrecker's grasp and the lump in your throat.
"Yeah, yeah big guy, I'm your sister," You said softly.
Tech and Crosshair were not ones for hugs. But they approached you gently, almost like you were a startled nuna, as Wrecker set you and Hunter back on solid ground.
"Is...is that okay?" You asked as they all gathered around you.
"It's more than okay. You're our vod." Hunter said. His hand cupped the back of your head, pressing your foreheads together.
Crosshair grunted, "Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la."
"Well she is not going to be a father now, is she?" Tech emphasized the pronoun, and your chest swelled with pride. Tech was never wrong. If he was referring to you as a woman, there was no way he could be wrong. This all just felt right.
"As touching as this all is, we are on a tight schedule," Hunter said, patting your arm, "Come on, we can talk more about this on the shuttle."
"Do we have a name for it yet? I wanna call it "Havoc!" Because we're gonna wreck havoc on all those clankers!" Wrecker said. This time, as you all marched out of your bunks, Wrecker kept a hand on your back, making sure you stayed with them this time.
"It's wreaks havoc, not wrecks." Crosshair rolled his eyes.
Tech cleared his throat, "As I am the only one who passed his flying simulations with flying colors and made most of the necessary modifications we require for stealth missions, I would like to request the privilege of naming the ship."
"It's all our ship, Tech, we're all going to name it," You laughed.
Regardless of what your ship would end up being called, those clankers didn't know what was coming for them.
Lieutenant Margo shows off her pretty new silk dress, in 218th purple
And her expertly designed wing tattoo, courtesy of her favorite brother, Sergeant Cynic. It's based on the facial tattoo they both share with their former squad before they got picked up by Crisis Company
What if you accidentally fell in love with ur brother's (and Captain)'s girlfriend, but they're both super chill about it because Mary Ann has two hands? (and ur both girls 😳😳😳 👉 👈 )
They were trained for everything, but still, that training mission on Tatooine was unbearable. Too hot to be wearing armor. Or to be wearing neck-to-toes black overalls. If it were just his decision, Rex would be wearing nothing at all, but the PR department of the GAR was strictly against it.
They were trained for everything, but still, that training mission on Tatooine was unbearable. Too hot to be wearing armor. Or to be wearing neck-to-toes black overalls. If it were just his decision, Rex would be wearing nothing at all, but the PR department of the GAR was strictly against it.
