Finally, Sadie’s ref is done, and that means every current clone OC I have has an official ref sheet! Yay!
ARC Trooper Sadie is an absolute badass, fearsome warrior, and will kick your ass but only if you hurt her or her brothers first. She’s intimidating and imposing and scarily skilled in combat but is a truly kind person at heart. Embodiment of “do no harm, take no shit” and “take it easy but take it”. Cool older sister vibes is what I was going for lol
More info about her can be found here, and a minific I wrote that she appears in is here :)
Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together. *This chapter: The crew of the Marauder travels towards the Sanctuary Planet where the Nomaadi are assembling enmasse for "Reunion." The babies are on their way. How will Mad, Omega, Sil, Echo, Tech, and Wrecker deal with this now that they believe Hunter and Crosshair are gone?
*"SHE" is the name of a trans femme clone from an earlier chapter of this fic. I was not aware of "Sister" at the time of writing that chapter. However, I can certainly imagine more than one clone being trans.
(Divider credit: @sister-lucifer and @4ngelic-wh1spers)
Warning: angst, Star Wars canon violence, pregnancy, blood: SFW
“I spy with my little eye...” Shelaa trailed off. She had been lying on the ground watching the clouds.
The other children present for the game didn’t have her view.
“Well, what do you see?” Noaah pressed.
“Is...” Shelaa sat up, pointing toward the sky “THAT ship one of OURS???”
Everyone in the group looked up.
“IT’S IMPERIAL!” Shaanti screamed in fear. She jumped up grabbing her sister Shelaa.
“RUN!!!” Noaah barked to the younger children.
EVERYONE scattered, running in abject terror as the Nomaadi sentry standing watch atop his ship on the hill sounded the alarm.
The encampment meters away went on full alert, readying weapons and firing up their ships, anticipating a quick escape if need be.
Tech anticipated the arrival of the Havoc Marauder would be spotted, and its ship though modified, still presented as a military vessel.
Two ships appeared suddenly out of clouds on either side of the Marauder.
Tech could see the ship on his right had the name “Vardo II” emblazoned on its hull, the other on the left “Caravanserai”.
He could also see the crew through their windscreens. They donned full battle armor that Tech recognized from his studies as The Nomaadi Bestial Corps. Mechanical animalistic faces regarded him from their respective ship cabins. Nomaadi men and women, highly trained and capable warriors of unorthodox combat practices, outfitted with multiple weapons and sensing devices. Many of which were made of recovered and rebuilt wreckage of Republic and Separatist technology left behind during the Clone Wars. The same with their battle armor, which also had real bones and scrapped droid parts incorporated in the design.
Tech mused, to keep his mind away from the absolute grief of losing Hunter and Crosshair, the Nomaadi armor design represented using technology against their enemies who once owned it...while presenting as terrifying uncontrollable wild beasts made of the biomechanical materials.
VERY intimidating.
Their soldiers and trackers could rival the clones...unfortunately Nomaadi soldiers had high bounties on their heads. Many a mercenary hunted them down for credits and sport, depleting their numbers...
But for now the few soldiers on both ships were clearly NOT fucking around!
They hailed the Marauder “Identify yourself, Interloper!”
Tech opened his mouth to answer, and was abruptly cut off by Mad.
“KARKDAMMIT GUNTAAR, LET US LAND FOR FUCKSAKE!!! She howled.
Silence for a few beats from the other ship...
“Maadienne...that you?”
“WHO THE HELL ELSE, GUNT! I’m about ready to give birth! WE NEED TO LAND!!!”
Silence.
Then...in total disbelief...
“WUT???”
Tech grimaced “Tech reporting from the Havoc Marauder. The crew and I are currently not affiliated with the Empire since our defection from them. Your kin Maadienne Dax aka Mad is currently on board, in labor, and may deliver any moment...”
Echos restraint cracked “SO CLEAR US FOR LANDING!!!”
“OH SHIT! Oh...yeah...YES!!!” Fumbling could be heard over the comm “HOLD ON!!!”
Echo stared a grumpy hole into the Marauder’s dash comm.
Wrecker, now slightly composed, listened vigilantly as Omega and Sil silently clutched him.
Sounds of a hand over his comm device. An attempt to muffle Guntaar’s speech as he yelled frantically to ANOTHER comm...
The clouds cleared away from the Marauder...
Tech recognized a refurbished Separatist mobile cannon POINTING RIGHT AT THEM!
“TECH!” Echo yelled, squeezing Mad tightly to him.
“ARE YOU KIDDING???” Wrecker and Echo blurted out in unison.
“I guarantee ANY adversarial posturing WILL VERY LIKELY get us killed...quickly! We’re safe if they trust Mad is NOT being held prisoner by an enemy.” Tech calmly explained. “Wrecker, stand down.”
Mad followed up “If they meant to blow you out of the sky, we would have been done for two minutes ago...” She then addressed the comm “Right? Ya damned dinguses?”
The comm lit up with raucous laughter and the multiple voiced chatter of Nomaadi banter on all channels.
“Aaah, we scared the livin’ crap out of ya...dint we???”
“Nooo Brooo that shit was CLOSE!”
“Like the shit in yer pants, Guntaar baby?”
“Haa-haaa, Tech-nical my Pal, got ya some ballz o’ KEVLAR!”
Tech bristled “Er...it’s Tech...”
“Don’t forget LOVE on board for good measure!”
“Yo LOVE, ‘Shield ‘o Steel’, missed ya kiddo!”
Mad startled a bit at this...
Echo soothed her.
“We all missed ya Mad”
Silence...then...
“Oh...yeah...missed you too...”
“She’s in labor dude! Kinda busy!!!”
The comm screeched again with cheers and laughter of the Vardo II and Caravanserei’s crew.
“EY Mad, we’re real happy to have you and LOVE back.”
“Follow us Pal, we’ll show ya where to land.”
Both ships took off ahead and Tech pursued.
“Crazy Dumbasses” Mad smiled tiredly...and sadly. “Welcome to the FAMILY.”
Word spread quickly amongst the Nomaadi about the false alarm and they were indeed safe.
The Havoc Marauder landed to MUCH fanfare!
The Nomaadi whooped, hollered, whistled, ululated, and danced. Those who were musically inclined took up their instruments and played a raucous homecoming tune with drums, horns, tambourines, and stringed instruments. Those who felt compelled sang loudly and proudly in their native tongue.
Some among the crowd ran forward with flower crowns.
The Nomaadi People are a mixed tapestry. Sure, the Original Star People were dark skinned humans with striking dark eyes containing silver flecks not unlike the stars of space. But since then, there had been MANY purges of their numbers. The Nomaadi, stubbornly refusing to be extinguished and bearing deep empathy for those who face disadvantage, adopting vulnerable souls looking for safety and some semblance of home. The faces among the crowd reflected the variety peoples and homeworlds located across the galaxy: Human, Twilek, Wookie, Chiss, Gungan, Mirialan, Arkanian, Zabrak, Rodian, Togruta, Duros, Vodran, and many more. Some of them hybrids of loving unions between species. Even animals and droids filled the crowd, weaving in and out of the throng, playfully chasing children and cheering in their own way the arrival of the Beldame.
At the front of the crowd was Maami Daal, the Nomaadi Elder of her extended galactic family. While old and bent, she still stood tall...with more wrinkles and tattoos.
Her caftan an intricate mosiac of colorful patchwork. Small pieces of family and friends clothing snipped, gifted, and lovingly arranged and sewn together. Colorful memories to carry on The Road of Life with her. Every patch with a perfectly pressed edge on one side...and a torn and frayed edge on the other. Mirroring the dual aspects of life....and death.
Of course, this was COMPLETELY normal for them. Having the extended family together again was a “Gift of the Force” and a HUGE time for The Celebration of Life.
Unfortunately, the tone inside the Beldame didn’t match the one outside of it.
Mad was bleeding and her birth pains horrendous. She was barely holding it together after losing her child and her lover.
In the back of Mad’s mind, SHE helped advocate to have Hunter attempt to bring his brother back to them...
Should she have left it all alone???
Wrecker gently took Mad from Echo and picked her up in his strong arms. Mad embraced him around the neck, nuzzling into the side of his face trying to desperately breathe through the physical and emotional pain.
“I got ya, little lady.” He whispered. When his voice dropped down low...he...almost sounded like Hunter.
That clone voice...
Mad gasped in sorrow. Wrecker rubbed her back sweetly.
Echo took Omega’s hand then addressed Sil “Sil, let’s go...take YOUR SISTER’S hand.” Then nodded to Omega.
Omega reached out to Sil. He glanced up momentarily confused...
Then realized while he had lost several family members, he had now gained new ones.
He nodded and took Omega’s hand.
Tech stiffly scurried to the front of the line addressing the Marauder’s crew as the gangplank lowered. “I shall make the introductions...” He was uncharacteristically glib in this stressful situation. Then Tech donned his helmet.
The crew of the Marauder met with the excited crowd of Nomaadi...and to Tech’s quick eyes...
REG CLONES mixed into the group! Shiny’s AND individuals of OTHER older battalions his batch was familiar with!!!
The crowd surged forward as Tech descended the gangplank, almost mobbing him in exuberant happiness. He had set his helmet to speaker and jacked up the volume, so it functioned as a megaphone. Then spoke loudly in a pigeon variant of the best Nomaadi he could interpret.
His first statement addressed Mad’s impending delivery of a child. That she required IMMEDIATE medical attention.
The crowd WHOOPED in glee.
Tech was stunned by the response, as he was EXTREMELY concerned, they weren’t taking the emergency seriously...or so HE thought.
Maami Daal turned and shouted towards the back of the crowd in her mother tongue. A group of black robed and HEAVILY tattooed matronly women materialized from the crowd, striding forward with purpose.
Wrecker stepped down from the ship behind Tech, holding Mad.
The crowd WHOOPED EVEN LOUDER!
“Her HUSBAND is BIG and STRONG! The baby shall be a WARRIOR of our people!!!”
Wrecker couldn’t help but grin like a proud peacock...a ray of sunlight peeking out of a grey sad sky...
I COULD be a father. I REALLY could! I’d make Hunter proud...Cross too...
Wrecker held back his tears at the last memory of both lost brothers.
The robed women slipped past Tech like a dark mist, surrounded Wrecker and guided him off the gangplank.
It occurred to Tech that word traveled EXTREMELY FAST amongst these people...of course, Uncle Taavi MIGHT have tipped them off when he received word of the gathering on this planet...
Maami Daal stepped aside.
One of the women addressed Mad...
Mad opened her eyes to see Sister SHE fully robed and tattooed, patting her shoulder. Mad burst into fresh tears. “By the FORCE, I’ve missed you...”
SHE soothed Mad “Everything will be alright sister. We’re together now.” SHE glanced to Wrecker “Follow me.”
The crowd neatly parted so Wrecker and The Birth Attendants could pass easily and quickly.
Someone grabbed Tech, hoisting him above the crowd, carrying him off. He was so caught off guard, he didn’t even resist. A reg clone handed him a bottle of booze yelling “CONGRATULATIONS!” A young woman tossed scarlet flower petals over him, joy upon her face.
“WAIT! I MUST GO WITH THEM!!!” He managed to shout.
Another Nomaadi shouted back to him, eyes wide in pleased astonishment “ARE YOU HER HUSBAND TOO???” Before waiting for reply, the Nomaadi turned to the crowd yelling something excitedly in their language, pointing to Tech.
The crowd WHOOPED AGAIN!!! And Tech was taken in the same direction as Mad and Wrecker...being carried on the shoulders of several men. The girl with the flower petals followed ululating loudly, dancing behind and continuing to throw flower petals over Tech.
“TWO HUSBANDS! Mad has been VERY BUSY!!!” A racous laughter rippled amongst the crowd.
Maami Daal stood waiting for the rest of the crew to emerge...
Echo stepped out with Omega and Sil, their hands still clasped together.
The crowd stilled, going silent...
“Naani?” Sil choked back tears.
“My LITTLE Silvaani???” Maami sobbed, bringing her hands to her mouth in shock.
It had been so LONG. He had grown so TALL!
Maami Daal stumbled up the gangplank, grabbing Sil in embrace. She lavished his face with kisses, crying all the while.
She reached out, hugging Omega to her hip, then placed a wet and teary kiss to Echo’s cheek.
“Thank you, thank you.... for bringing OUR Silvaani home! We haven’t seen him since his kidnapping...since...” Maami Daal beside herself “...he was a CHILD!”
Echo smiled wanly, struggling with great difficulty to hold back his own grief in the current situation.
Maami, still hugging Sil, let go of Omega. She turned to the silent crowd and shouted excitedly in Nomaadi.
The crowd became animated AGAIN and cheered LOUDLY! A voice among the crowd yelled “MAKE WAY! MAD HAS ANOTHER HUSBAND...AND ANOTHER CHILD!!! SILVAANI IS ALIVE AND HAS BEEN BROUGHT BACK TO US!!!”
The crowd SURGED FORWARD, grabbing Omega and Echo up, hoisting them upon their shoulders, carrying them in the same direction of Tech, Wrecker, and Mad. They filed away jubilantly singing and dancing.
Maami Daal and Sil watched them all go...
She turned to Sil, then glanced inside the ship. “Where is my Lovely LOVE???”
Sil glanced at Maami, then burst into tears. He tried to be brave for her...
He really tried.
“Silvaani...noo?”
He nodded yes...his expression deeply sorrowful.
“Noooo” she lamented, sinking onto the gangplank. Sil guided her down carefully.
“Naani...where’s Paapi?” Sil had noticed his grandpapa was conspicuously absent.
Maami couldn’t meet Sil’s eyes as she offered an answer... “The Empire attacked us in transit while picking up our ships along the way...and as we escaped to this planet...” She shook her head. “We lost SO MANY...”
She reached up to her carefully embroidered caftan...
Grabbed a handful of her sleeve.
...and ripped it is as she sobbed...
To quell her sorrow, to express how a precious life could be so carelessly torn away...
THE RENDING as the Nomaadi call it...
Sil held his Naani as she grieved the loss of her grandbaby...and he grieved the loss of his grandpapa...LOVE...Hunter...Crosshair...and Tiggy...
CHAPTER 38 TO ARRIVE SOON!
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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
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.
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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.
