#winged clone trooper

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MOTHER FUCKING WINGED TROOPERRR

Biggest bird in the Gar

[ladyknight33]

May not be the artist, but may I propose the Winged Troopers Swoop and Red.

Swoop is a daredevil acrobatic expert. While his rig is dominantly white, his wings and helmet are lined in dark blue with a blush of coppery red on his chest. Patterned after a barn swallow with the same rig as Game. They are the jet fighter pair that protects bomber style Vulture. And serve as high near orbital reconnaissance like the Blackbird plane.

Red is a stealth scout, preferring to keep his rig black whenever possible. Using the suits ability to shift colors to adapt to his surroundings and blend in better. His rig is otherwise standard like Fairy and Flipoff. When he wants color he has red shoulders lined in gold and the rest is black. Styled after the red winged blackbird.

@worm-strung-string @t4ckie-j4ckie there is now seven. Six for precision flight and one for heavy lifting. Totally stealing from the Blue Angels formation. Fairy, Flipoff, sPigeon, and Red are the four in the diamond formation. Game and Swoop are the Solos. And Vulture is Fat Albert.

[t4ckie-j4ckie]

Since theres more than a handful of winged troopers now, I can't help but wonder what happens to them during Order 66 / after the war. Theyre so expensive and specialised, you cant exactly just shove them into regular clone armour and have them be footsoldiers. The Empire definitely wouldn't want to keep them though- theyre still clones after all. So theyre likely all slated for decommissioning

If theyre genetically altered compared to normal clones though, there stands evidence that they might react like the Bad Batch to the chip + order 66. Maybe it doesn't affect them as much, or maybe only the early Deltas arent affected but the more mass-produced winged troopers are.

There are a handful of different options for them- all of them bad. Im sure a handful squirrel away to the clone rebellion, but theyre probably mostly shuttled off to places like Tantiss, or just killed off outright / neglected / mistreated long enough for them to die. Hmm

Whenever i make a prequels oc my immediate response is "what do they do when everything goes wrong?" So i guess the winged troopers are finally getting hit in the face with that jdjskkshsg. Might think up something better or worse later

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Seems like you’re trying to bring me down,

Back down to earth

Back down to earth - Flying, Anathema

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You think with the weight distribution these guys would be like the BEST at falling asleep standing up?

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I have jetpack feelings,

These ones? Kinda like Jango/mandalorian/standard expected jet pack shape? MID ! LAME! Go girl give us nothing

These little ones, that Cody is allegedly very good at? They intrigue me, unusual and odd but charming, and funky

HOWEVER

Winged troopers? Winged jetpacks? SICK AS FUCK LOOK AT THEM

Amazing, girl give us everything, the silhouette the brute strength it looks to wear and use

I adore you and need someone to present me a winged trooper stat

[ladyknight33]

Fairy's Tattoo

Master Post reference Fairy's Name and the drawing of Fairy's Tattoo which was the inspiration

Unlike most armored Clones, the Winged Squads did not walk around the city in their rigs. Not unless they were prepared for a mission. Their loose gray tunics made them different from the unarmored Clones. It also meant more eyes gravitated to them. Both Clones and civilians had curiosity plastered across their faces while Flight Jar walked through the merchant stalls of the city. It wasn’t often Fairy and his squad had the chance to wander after a mission. 

The Mid Rim planet of Gndassis was a massive water world. The few islands teemed with fisheries with fleets of trawlers to hunt the oceans. Assisting the SCUBA division had been interesting. Reconnaissance of fleet movements with infrared mapping of the Separatist ships sabotaging the commerce. The actual battle had Flight Jar playing distraction while the SCUBA teams set charges to scuttle the ships. Actual starfighters had come to engage, but would have given away the entire mission if set out early. 

Game and Swoop had certainly enjoyed playing the victim, acting like caged birds unable to escape the crossfire. They regaled their multiple near misses repeatedly while Red and Flipoff joked about how easy the mission had been. Fairy let his eyes roam. Bright, eye catching colors filled the bazaar. All trying to tempt buyers. He trailed behind as his eyes lingered on glittering toy wings. 

Pigeon bumped shoulders with him, getting him to avoid a collision with a group of loud civilians. “What has your interest?”

“Nothing,” Fairy answered, watching a kid Nautolan with large dark red eyes eagerly jump and point at the toy wings. Pigeon thankfully said nothing more. After a moment, Fairy turned away. He didn’t need the memories. The wind was picking up anyway. They should head back to the ship before the next storm arrived.

“Aaaaaahh! Mama!” A child’s pained cry pierced the general crowd’s noise. Fairy glanced back and saw the bright yellow toy wings caught in the strong gusts. 

“Red! Boost” Fairy shouted as he took two bounding leaps towards his squad. Red had his hands ready and shoved Fairy high into the air. Fairy used a post holding up a vendor’s awning to redirect. He snatched the yellow wings and twisted to fall on his back. Red and Flipoff were already in position to catch him.

“Really, Fairy?” Flipoff scoffed. “Can’t you show off on your own time?”

Fairy stood and adjusted his tunic. “Can’t show off without the squad. Wouldn’t be fair.” Toy wings in hand, Fairy returned to the stall with the crying kid. The additional stares were easy to ignore. He had plenty of practice. Fairy knelt and offered the toy wings to the kid. “Keep your wings close, kid.” Wide eyed and sniffling, the kid nodded, then turned around with their arms spread. Fairy slipped the toy wings on without hesitation. “They’re good wings.”

“Uh… Thank you,” the adult Nautolan offered hesitantly. The kid grinned when they turned back to face Fairy. 

“Not a problem, ma’am,” Fair stood and nodded. 

The female Nautolan relaxed. This time she smiled, her hand holding her child’s. “Thank you, again. Neetsa? What do you say?”

“Thanks, fairy!”

“He’s not—.”

“It’s alright, ma’am.” Fairy interrupted. “I like the name.”

“Oh… I didn’t realize. Well, we should be going. The weather is changing for the worst.” The Nautolan mother and child retreated into the crowd. 

Fairy made a snap decision and walked to the stall with the toy wings. “How much are they?” Credits weren’t plentiful. Mainly for use in emergencies for fuel and supplies. However, Fairy suspected Heights wouldn’t be too angry at this purchase. 

“Bit unusual for a Clone.” The vendor said skeptically. “Most don’t have credits to spend.”

“How much?” Fairy repeated. Pigeon was right beside him and the rest of Flight Jar had to be standing behind them. 

The vendor’s eyes focused on the growing group of Clones. “Five credits.” Fairy had no idea if that was a ripoff or not, but it wasn’t outrageous. 

Fairy pulled out the credits. “I’d like the pink one.” With clear annoyance, the vendor pulled a pink set of fairy wings from the display. Fairy relinquished the credits. “Thank you.” He gripped the back of the toy and led the way to their ship. Getting rained on was not in his plans. 

The toy wings hung above his rig. He used the pattern to create the ultraviolet decorations for his otherwise standard white rig. It was much better than the ones he had tried to make from his memory. Vulture had helped to get the coding right for the ultraviolet designs. Once they finished, Vulture handed the datapad to Fairy. “We’ll be joining the 328th next. They might have someone who could tattoo it for you.”

“I don’t need a tattoo, Vulture,” Fairy rolled his eyes. 

“And Swoop doesn’t cut your hair designs weekly.” Vulture shrugged and left the rig storage hold. 

Looking up at the toy wings, Fairy tried to understand why he had needed them. He didn’t know that kid’s name. Yet he still felt the weight of bringing them out of the burning transport, knowing the kid would not survive, knowing the kid shouldn’t die in the fire. He wanted something of the kid to live on. Taking the name didn’t feel like enough. 

Which was why he ended up asking the Troopers of the 328th who among them could do a tattoo. They all pointed to Brushstroke, who was touching up the nose art of a LAAT/i. “Yeah, I can do it,” Brushstroke called down from his ladder rung. “Go tell the medics to get a bay ready. I’ll meet you in ten.”

“You tattoo in the med bay?”

“Only spot to do it. Everywhere else is karking dirty.” Brushstroke grinned down at him. “And they got the bacta to heal it up fast. Trust me, you don’t want to fight with a fresh tattoo.”

The toy wings left their place of pride for the first time in weeks to serve as the model for Fairy’s first tattoo. At this point he decided it would be his only tattoo. The pain wasn’t bad, but it was tedious. His fault for getting a large design on his back. But when he looked in the mirrors to see the results, Fairy felt complete. He didn’t need to know why he saved the kid when the kid would always be with him. 

@worm-strung-string @t4ckie-j4ckie Fairy is adorable in his gruffness hiding his soft heart.

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Also, just occurred to me? Winged troopers... get Favorite Trooper position by default from the jedi cadets. Jedi baby LOVE high altitudes and Going Fast™! You take one of those kids FLYING?

They'll have to physically pry the kid off that trooper with a crowbar.

(Yes they're smug about it. Ha! Who's jetpack looks stupid NOW, ground pounder?! *is surrounded by adorable children begging to be taken on incredibly ill advised high speed flights*)

KEEP THOSE LITTLE FINGERS AWAY FROM THE FLIGHT RIGS!

Any padawan, because Padawan commanders kinda have flight training at that point right? being carried by a winged trooper must be rolled into a padarrito. with a fastened harness tethering them to the trooper, and monitoring equipment because they do NOT want some kid crashing due to altitude sickness.

yes they are very cool, and yes padawans want the big winged troopers on their team, yes this contributes to the ego problem.

But it is a magical feeling when Commanders feel inspired by them, so enthusiastic about them that they try jump so high in the force trying to slow themselves long enough to glide with the flyboys, have some airtime, and touch the skies with them.