OMG The Diplomatic Service Troopers Sending Small Holovids Of Everything From Little Black Fish To The

OMG the diplomatic service troopers sending small holovids of everything from little black fish to the hues of the sky illuminated by two-toned suns! The filters might falsify the experience but if you live your whole life looking through a HUD you're used to that anyways.. and somehow the shinies flock together in squads making up whole new ecosystems. Like that's Kashyyyk squad - they all just love the color green but there's only so many green items they know so they try to find names to associate themselves with what they like..

Fox is scouting the holonet and sliced databanks for planets suitable to hide troopers facing decommissioning. Confined to Coruscant he asks Bacara for help not realizing his brother had already started to establish a safe space to sent the troopers deemed "not fit" to serve with the Marines to

He'd never seen snow. His eyes were open wide reflecting the earnest wonder the rest of his face didn't convey. The hand previously cardling his fist clutching his encrypted comm close to his heart slowly reached towards the colorless cristalls dancing in the cold air, palms facing towards the grey sky offering more and more of its frozen tears. It was bitingly cold, so cold that their breaths were visible.

They had stepped down the ramp in silence, not announcing their arrival was the safest thing to do. Their dark hair, brows and lashes were already contrasted by white decorations of snow flakes after a few moments of standing still. His eyes began to slowly crinkle in a smile, it was subtle but noticable to anyone who knew what to look for. The few who had seen his smile in the private quarters they had shared back when all of them had still worn blues. Tilting his head towards the one man at his side, Fox closed lips turned upwards and his signature dimples appeared on his slightly gaunt cheeks.

"It smells so nice."

Bacara had never realized how being stationed on Triple Zero meant more than the pressure of working constantly surrounded by natborns. The Guard would've met more cultures and races during their service than any other corps. But they were also working on the planet with the least natural phenomena present, the least space to decompress. The endless jungle of buildings, durasteel floors and artificial skies did a poor job at imitating the galaxy's vastness. It was a poor attempt of representing cultures when there was no room to actually express those in a shared experience even one as simple as maybe gardening. Unless you were karking rich of course. He briefly pondered if all his brothers in the Guard got to know were the everlasting Kaminoan rain and the Coruscanti sunny weather simulation. Then he nodded slowly.

Fox was directly facing him, his eyes closing fully now, while he kept breathing in the clear air deeply as if he had been deprived of it before. He didn't even flinch at the shriek of a local bird but for once seemed to enjoy being oblivious. Existing in this very moment, he looked serene and trusting and safe. The bucket was clipped to his belt and the rest of the cold assault armor he'd lent from the 21st did nothing not hide the warmth Fox radiated into this private moment shared between two brothers. Bacara swore to himself then and there he would find a way to confide in the other commanders to one day gather them to witness the peace of their own secret safe space.

I just think Fox and Bacara would make a terrific (and probably terrifying) duo. But they could also be the best frenemies in the "I am the only one allowed to shit talk about this idiot" way

Captain Desh is not amused to catch Cal trying to crawl into one of the vents of the Albedo Brave again when he's just been summoned to accompany him to the General. Their little Padawan Commander will give him grey hair if he doesn't stop disappearing and reappearing out of nowhere like a little tooka hunting loth rats.

Thank you OP for creating this clone picrew!

Well, on day 7 of creating my own clone oc picrew I am happy to announce that!!!

The picrew is officially out!

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For anyone new, for the last week I’ve been creating a clone oc picrew for anyone to use and have fun with

It includes:

7 piercing and 5 earrings types,

18 tattoos,

7 facial haircuts,

18 haircuts, all in 13 colors and with highlights,

9 scars,

9 armor colors,

16 armor patterns in 9 colors,

Items specific for a commander, arc, captain and a pilot,

9 fun accessories

All to create your dream copy paste man pfp or reference!

If I get enough requests or ideas the picrew will be updated in the future <3

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Fuchsteufelswild

German, adjective, literally: Fox - Devil - Wild

Grimm Dictionary volume 4, column 357 (Leipzig, 1878): “so upset that it seems like you’re with the devil”

This leaves two interpretations

Fox mad as hell is unstoppable and therefore might just as well have sealed a deal with the Devil Sith Lord sacrificing his soul to fend off any danger to his corps and operating wildly out of jurisdiction with no apparent consequences ever (The Corries are actually profiting of a corrupt system, after all only they know how to fill tons of flimsiwork in time and they're not opposed to using loop holes nobody ever realized were there to protect their unhinged Marshall Commander)

Fox is always livid when he's with the Devil Chancellor, something about that old man set off his inner alarm bells the second he read the assignment papers for his posting on Coruscant and it only keeps ringing louder with every observation once he's in the same room as his CO and no way to escape (Serving corrupt senators and clonephobic natborns lowers Fox inhibitions to not just go bad shit crazy so he throws himself into "friendly" competitions with his GAR brothers earning him way too many military awards and decorations for someone not stationed on the front lines. Also seriously who kriffing includes an extravagant roll when charging into a rescue mission)

Not sure how Basic and other Galactic languages actually compare to real life languages but I am convinced nobody should feel safe from Fox' wrath, not even the devil Chancellor himself the Commander has to report to

It's also interesting to note that the emphasis on "devil" being the dangerous and angry identificator of the compound changed to a "fox" centric interpretation in modern days (mostly referring to wild foxes being dangerous when they're sick with rabies), so the fox is perceived as more of a threat than the devil

Glimpse - Star Wars Jedi : Survivor (PS5)

Shattered - Star Wars Jedi : Survivor (PS5)