The Lucky Batch

The Lucky Batch ☘️

TW: Minor Character death, brief mention of blood, angst, guilt, let me know if I missed any.

Skip was…. confusing to say the least, Kenhla decided while scrolling through his file. She had asked Raffle for his file on account of his behavior whenever she went near him. He wasn’t rude or snarky but it seemed as if he was scared of him. She had half the mind to ask Jackal who Skip tried to stay near as much as possible, but he wouldn’t budge. Scrolling through the file she discovered new information about the clone but none that would help progress her investigation. “CT-4973, nicknamed Skip, is currently the gunner for Clone Force 37. He acts as their gunner and back-up pilot. Known for skipping debriefings.” she snorted. ‘At least I know where he got his name, but this isn’t helping.’ Continuing to scan the file she came across a bit of information that she read multiple times to make sure she understood correctly. “What the hell?”

Skip enjoyed staying in his nest. Twirling the blade in his fingers and looking out across the stars was calming. His memories couldn’t invade him here, at least he thought they couldn’t until the general walked through the curtain. Spinning around in his seat he quickly spat “Get out.” The togruta ignored him instead opting to toss him a datapad with his file. He quickly shut his eyes realizing what was about to happen. “You graduated top of your class in hand-to-hand combat. Why are you a gunner?” “I said. Get. Out. Please, I don’t want to talk about this.” “Whatever is going on with you I can hel-” “YOU CAN'T HELP! YOU CAN’T BRING THEM BACK! SO GET OUT!” Skip had risen out of his seat with tears spilling down his face. Kenhla took a step back with mild shock at his outburst, “I cant bring who back?” Realization coursed through his veins at what he said and decided to curl up in his seat. “Skip, you can talk to me.” The togruta said kneeling in front of the clone. “I know what it feels like to lose someone close to you. Please let me help you.” Memories flashed through his mind, the laughter, their smile, and their scream of pain. Tears started to fall faster and Skip inhaled deeply. “When I first joined 37 they were stationed on Krios. Raffle told me to become closer with the Togrutas living in the city we were aiding so I did. There was one that was named Jayln and he was my first friend outside of my squad. Whenever I was off duty we would explore the areas outside the city walls, go swimming in a nearby lake or even pull pranks on my brothers.” He shakily said while giving his general a small smile. “We were best friends, and I'm the reason he’s gone.” Kenhla stood up pulling him into a hug, “Can you tell me what happened?” Skip wrapped his arms impossibly tight around her scared she would vanish but continued with the story.

How could he of been so dumb? He should have known to block the sewers. He should have been in the city. These and a million others crowded his mind as he raced towards the city square vaulting over fallen droids and striking any that were still functioning with a swift jab of his knife. The knife Jaylen gave him, the same knife that would kill him. Arriving in the city square he saw most of the droids were already taken care of, much to his relief and Raffle ordered him and Jackal to find any hostages that were taken. Bolting down the hallways the two came to a stop when the hallway branched in two. “You take left, I'll take the right.” Jackal panted. Nodding Skip took off down the left running through the maze of hallways until coming to the control room where the tactical droids stood. He counted four droids and a handful of hostages before bursting into the room aiming for the neck of each droid. Spinning around to throw his knife at the last droid, it leaving his fingers before he could analyze what was going on. The remaining tactical droid was reaching for a hostage and pulled them in front to protect themselves. A hostage with red montrals. A hostage that Skip had spent the past month growing closer to. A hostage that now had the same blade that had once been a gift now buried in his chest. A scream erupted from Jaylen as he crumpled to the floor caught by the clone. “No. No, no, no, no, Jaylen cmon stay with me. I’m so sorry.” Ripping his helmet off he immediately tried to stop the bleeding but to no avail. A small laugh escaped the togrutas lips as he pushed his forehead against the clones ``It's ok. I don’t blame you.” Each word shaky on his tongue. “I’ll always be with you, for our friendship is infinite.”

“Jackal dragged me from the room. He’s the only one who knows what happened.” Kenhla allowed the clone before her weep for his fallen friend until his sniffles turned into deep breaths. “That's why you have the tattoo. Isn’t it?” Skip nodded, “You look just like him. That's why I hated being near you. You remind me of him.” “I’m so sorry Skip.”

That day forward the clone in The Lucky Batch noticed the growing bond between their gunner and general as well as the protectiveness that Skip usually saved for his brothers being shown towards the togruta. They all decided not to mention it but they were happy that Skip was comfortable around the General. Jackal was the proudest knowing the backstory and asked Pepper to give him a ‘I’m proud sticker’. The sticker now rests on the handle of the knife he keeps in his back pocket waiting for the day its user is willing to use it in battle once more.

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The Lucky Batch ☘️

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“Are you sure about this?” Turning to the togruta beside him, Skip nodded. He’s avoided this like the blue shadow virus, but he decided he needed to do this. Kenhla gave him a small smile. “Would you rather us stay on the ship or come with you?”. “Jackal, can you come with me? General, may you please stay on the ship and make sure the others are ok?” “Of course, Skip. If you need me, just comm in, ok?” Nodding, the clones exchanged brief goodbyes with their general and began walking towards the city. The natives immediately recognized their armor, and some ran over to say hello. Skip let Jackal do the talking. Being back here hurt enough. He didn’t need to have a breakdown in the middle of a street. The duo began their small trek towards the building that held the cursed memories, stopping right outside. It had been turned into a memorial, while most would have shrugged and gone on with their day, Skip froze. Jackal, noticing his brother’s distress and guilt, wrapped his flesh arm around him. “Hey, everything is ok. There’s no fighting going on here. Breathe with me.” Drawing a shaky breath, he stepped over the threshold and into the void of memories that plagued his dreams.

The last time he was in this room, the walls echo his screams of agony, the metallic smell of blood filled his nose, his eyes blurry as his vod dragged him from the lifeless body of the only friend he ever had. The back wall was now missing, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the sight before the two clones. An apparent grave was in the center of the room decorated with flowers and small trinkets. Skip turned to his brother. “May I have a moment alone, please?” The other nodded, exiting the room. “I’ll be outside if you need me.”. Turning back towards the grave, he kneeled and pulled a candle from his back pocket. His fingers brushed the hilt of the knife, and he couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. The knife was cold in his hand. The beskar blade reflected his broken face stained with tear tracks. Ripping his gaze from the knife, he dropped it to the ground and turned his attention to lighting the candle. Placing it at the foot of the grave, Skip closed his eyes, trying his hardest to take deep breaths. “Hey Jaylen. I’ve missed you.” If he concentrated hard enough, he could still hear him laughing and feel him wrap his arms around him in a tight embrace. Keeping his eyes closed, he continued, “How’s everything held up when I’ve been gone? Glad I’m here to spice things up. You never find life boring.” A smile slowly grew over his lips as he talked to the ghost of his fallen friend. He talked about the happy memories, laughing about the fond times they spent together. Frowning, at the sad memories. He gave his heart to Jaylens ghost, a friend, a brother.

Time meant nothing to Skip. He didn’t know how long he’d stayed there, and he didn’t care. By the time he opened his eyes, night had fallen over the city, and the tear stains had dried. He bent down, touching his forehead to the ground.

“Gar cuyir Ner vod. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum bal im Ni ceta…”

You are my brother. I love you, and I’m sorry.

The walk back to the ship held a comfortable silence between Jackal and Skip. One was proud that his brother faced the root of his guilt and nightmares, and the latter was happy he made the closest thing to amends he could achieve. Before entering the ship they had yet to name, Jackal reached out, placing a hand on his brother’s back. “I’m proud of you. You know that, right? Sure it takes guts to shoot down droids in the sky but what you did was a different kind of bravery. I’ve never been more proud of you, little brother.” He continued onto the ship, allowing Skip to process what he said. ‘I might not ever fully heal, but I have my family, and that’s all I need.’

An empty room met Skip as he walked aboard, knowing Kenhla or Jackal had ushered everyone out so he could have space. Stepping inside the gunner’s nest, he was met with two things—a bowl of chocolate icing with chips and a card covered in stickers. Sitting down, he pulled the bowl into his lap and opened the card, and nearly cried all over again. Each of his brothers and the two padawans had written a small message saying they were there for him and how much they loved him.

Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to become whole once more...

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Temuera Morrison Reference Sheets ❤️

Let’s face it. The Clone Troopers are severely white washed. Beyond the skin lightening, their features are animated very Euro Centric. But together, we can change that!

Temuera Morrison is a Māori man. This indigenous group is a subgroup of the larger Polynesian ethnicity! Personally, I am Native Hawaiian (or Kānaka Maoli) so tonight I wanted to do my part to unwhitewash the Clones and share some thoughts and insights!

Polynesian genetics are often seen in round traits. Round faces, round noses and round eyes! These study sheets are mostly based on his facial features and skin tone, but don’t forget, Polynesians are also known for large bone structures, meaning bigger body builds!

First, I made two face studies, one of a younger Temuera, and another of Temuera around Jango’s age.

This is followed by a skin tone study. The left side is all photos using indoor lighting, and the right side is outdoor lighting. The skin color palette is then placed over a light and dark background, so you can see a comparison.

Thank you for making content that honors Temuera’s culture and provides representation for Māori and other Polynesian fans! You have no idea how much it means to see you guys put forth an effort. It warms my heart, Aloha ❤️

Happy creating!

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