Chaotic Lineage

✨chaotic lineage✨

Have you seen the 37th’s local Jedi? Now you have ✨

My oc Kenhla Whiro, and her WONDERFUL PADAWANS Luna ( @lavenderstaars ) and Brisk ( @mango-peachjuice ), from the Lucky Batch!

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The Lucky Batch ☘️

This is the story of Foxy's famous dare. Y'all ready?!

"This is a horrible idea," Foxy muttered as he stared down the scope of his sniper rifle, crosshair fixed on General Anakin Skywalker. He opened his squinted eye to look over at Jackal. "A horrible idea."

"Oh, come on! It's not like you're going to kill him. You're just gonna...skim the watchtower, so to speak," the pilot scoffed and waved his brother's concerns away with a flick of his wrist.

Foxy narrowed his eyes at Jackal before looking back at the Jedi Knight. He had lost a bet to his batchmates during a game of poker and his punishment (to their great amusement) was to take a shot at Anakin Skywalker. One of the greatest Jedi on the field, renowned for his combat skills and strategy. Now, Foxy was always down for a bit of fun, but even this seemed maybe just a tad bit too far. Jackal had volunteered to come with him so he could confirm they actually did it.

But who was he to back down from a dare?

"This is a bad idea...let's do it."

Foxy dipped back down to look through the scope. He carefully adjusted the settings, crosshairs dropping down to the bag in Anakin's hand.

Breathe in. One, two, three.

Breathe out. One, two, three.

Bang!

The bag went flying from Anakin's hand, it's contents scattering in pieces to the wind. With a holler, Anakin jumped back, hands in the air. His padawan, Ahsoka Tano, busted out laughing and doubling over.

Foxy sank down out of sight, quickly gathering his things as he and Jackal cackled to each other. Scurrying with their heads ducked low, they hurried back to 79s in high spirits. Once they were sure they were out of danger, they slowed their pace to a swaggering walk. They busted into 79s with a whoop and a cheer, high fiving each other and proclaiming their victory to their team.

"You actually did it?" Captain Raffle asked, his eyebrows raised in question, looking between them both.

"Absolutely!" Foxy snickered, popping out the ammo clip to show his captain that it was, indeed, missing a bullet.

The officer shook his head in disappointment and knocked back the rest of his drink.

"So you're the one who took a shot at me."

Foxy froze, big eyed as he stared straight down at Raffle. Shit. Grimacing, he turned around slowly to look General Skywalker in the eye.

The Jedi looked him over, then smirked and shook his head. "Nice shooting."

Relief wracked through Foxy's body and he grinned. "Thank you, sir!"

And that's the story of how Foxy gained Anakin's respect, but also a warning to never do it again.

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The Lucky Batch ☘️

Cold Lullabies

With the information that Raffle delivered, Kenlha wanted to hear their side of the story. However, she struggled to muster the gut to do so, knowing the pain they must feel.

Every day, Kenlha misses Morast, wishing that she’d never been their padawan. Maybe the Clawdite would still be alive if Kenlha was dumped with another master, someone like Kit Fisto or Ki-Adi Mundi, the latter being a sociopath. Mundi was better than Mace Windu, the prick.

She has an idea how they feel. Though instead of losing one, they’ve lost many. Not only their batchmates but prior mother-figure, Master Bastet. 

Master Fisto, Master Koon and Master Kenobi believed that she was best for this squad, they trusted her to care for them. In order to do that, she needed to know as much as possible.

Not only that, but share as well. They’ll be fully open to each other, no secrets between them. That’ll build trust and maybe make them almost competent. 

The twins, however, are crafty bastards. 

Foxy would direct the conversation in one of his many attempts to flirt. Thumbs would egg him on while Ballast laughed. 

Pepper, being the only medic, could say that he was busy with one of his idiot brothers. Given how often this lot gets injured, she can’t argue that he’s was a busy guy. 

It was a waiting game. She’d have to ambush one of them, get them comfortable with her. 

This togruta space witch is even craftier than these twins.

While trying to mentor Brisk and Luna, she’d wait. 

Eventually, Kenlha’s time came, just not how she wanted it to. 

On one of the missions, Pepper was hurt, the fool more focused on protecting Foxy. He got an infection from the wound, even contracting a virus. Foxy was adamant that they not go back to Kamino, leaving them to follow Pepper’s fevered orders. 

It inspired her to start practicing medicine, only for her to realise how complicated it was. 

With perseverance and a visit from a clone named Kix, Peps was on his way to getting back on his feet. 

Since he couldn’t run away, Kenlha would take advantage of the only moment she had. 

“Looking better by the day,” Kenlha complimented, sitting next to Pepper’s bed. “You’ll be giving out stickers any day, buddy.”

“Goose will be thrilled,” the medic continued, wondering how high it’s body count was now. “Ryder needs a new Nexu sticker. Then I can make the hot Cheetos dipped in mashed potatoes scratch and sniff for him.”

It was sweet to see the new Ryder bring such a gift to Pepper, he adored it. 

“Is it alright if I ask you something?”

“You can always confide with me, Ken. Doctor patient confidentiality ensures your secrets are safe with me.”

He was a soft boi, a good brother to her and an excellent doctor. When she looked into those mismatched eyes and his soft smile, it was easy to forget what he’d endured. What both twins went through together. 

“I’d like to know about before me and before Master Bastet. I’m a Jedi, I can sense your instinctive caution around me, even though you don’t show it. As your General, your sister, I want to be there for you as you are for me.”

Perhaps it was the fever, maybe it was exhaustion, but he gave somewhat of a summary of what transpired with Master Laverna. She could feel the trauma, especially regarding the force-choke.

He had to hold his neck, recalling the events as though he was re-living them again. 

Raffle forgot to mention that the Jedi’s death was an accident, but in her opinion, he deserved it. While she’s biased, being their sister, she can’t stand people mistreating the clones. 

Being so close with the twins, she’s disgusted by that dead Cathar.

“I… sometimes I don’t think Foxy should’ve gotten involved,” the medic sighed, like a weight was lifted from his chest. 

Understandably, Kenlha was surprised, though she wouldn’t voice it. He was sharing with her, she can’t ruin this. She can understand him more, and by doing that, she can be a better sister. 

“He had a padawan, a girl, possible 11 or so, named Teles. I cut off her leg, but didn’t cut high enough, and she died, likely septic shock. I held her hand as that light fell away. Nothing he could’ve done to me would compare to feeling her going limp and cold.”

He felt responsible for her. He did everything he could and she still died. It’s a pain that Kenlha empathised with more than she wished she did. Her eyes burned as salty water seeped through her ducts, dribbling down her yellow skin.

“I often feel that I killed my master, Morast Tane. They were strict, but they were better to me than anyone before. They tried to guide my energy onto something productive and constructive, kind of like a parent to me,” Kenlha started, recalling the events herself.

“It was on a hot planet called Nevarro, magma and volcanic ash littering the ground. While fighting an army of droids, some damned flyers shot from above, causing the ground to become unstable.

I didn’t think. I jumped into the air, slicing through those bastards. One that I bisected fell, crashing into that unstable ground and causing Master Morast to fall. I tried to pull them up, but they fell into the lava. 

The only word they could muster was Run before the cries started. Being outmatched, outgunned, we had to leave. There wasn’t even anything to bury them,” Kenlha sighed, the sensation of something clawing at her throat adding to the tears. “I know the pain of being responsible, even when others tell you it wasn’t your fault.”

The medic absorbed her tale, allowing her a few moments to recollect herself. The togruta held his hand, supporting herself and him in the emotional moment. 

There were days she wished it was her instead of Master Morast.

“Do you remember the Endeavour, that ship that crashed down, killing two-thousand troopers?” Pepper started, his voice trembling. “I… could’ve stopped that from happening.”

She waited, feeling his grip tighten around hers.

“At Geonosis, while Foxy, Mozzarella, Springer and Locke were fighting droids, I and a few others were sent back to look for surviving Jedi. Instead, I found someone with my face, only far younger.

I knew who he was, everybody did. The Maker’s chosen child, the payment for his involvement in making us. The one that he named Boba, raising as his own.

If I’d just taken him in or hell, even shot him, then all of those clones would still be alive. Master Windu and Master Skywalker wouldn’t have been hurt. Instead of that, I let him go, lying to my fellows that I didn’t find anybody.”

“While the Endeavour was a tragedy, I think you did the right thing. They were only a child, weren’t they? Even by Mandalorian standards, he was a kid, right?”

“Master Bastet said something similar. And she’s dead too. I tend to have bad luck regarding Jedi.”

He was afraid to get close to her in case she died. It’s an understandable fear, she was terrified of ever having a master again.

Kenlha was scared to even be a Master, worried that she’d never live up to Morast with her young girls. Brisk and Luna were outliers too, so she had an advantage there, but still. 

There are days where she wondered if Morast would’ve been better for them.

“I won’t promise that I’m not gonna die. We all die eventually, many earlier than they should. What I will promise, Peps, is that I’ll be here for every day that it gets hard. During the days it feels like there can’t be a tomorrow, I’ll be right here to listen. All of us, even Goose.”

“Foxy’ll need an ear, too. He’s an idiot, but he’s my idiot.”

“He was adamant that we steer clear from Kamino. Would I be pushing it if I asked why?”

She watched those green and brown eyes ponder, thinking over her question. As with before, he chose to share.

“Foxy and I aren’t just twins. There’re loads of twins, Echo and Fives from the 501st for example. We, however, are literal twins. Our clump of cells split and we grew attached at the shoulder,” he explained, motioning to his tattooed shoulder. “The Kaminoans, having not seen it often, experimented on us to prevent it from happening again. Our earliest memories have made us dislike them, especially the one named Nala Se.”

It made sense and she could agree with it.

“Then to ensure that we don’t go, I think I’ll have to learn some doctor lessons from you. I’ll be your, um, what’s that dumb thing Jackal says?”

“P-to-the-wan?”

“Yep, I’ll be your medic padawan,” she smiled, earning one from him as well. It was a beautiful thing, given his experiences. “Have a sleep, pal. We’ll give you a few minutes of peace.”

“There’s tape in Boots’ room,” he chuckled. She smirked, knowing that it would be for Ballast. “It… was good talking with you, Ken.”

“You too, Doctor Bro.”

Kenlha will talk with Foxy as well. She’ll talk with all of her siblings, assuring them that she’s there for ‘em. Not just her clones but her padawans, too. 

She wasn’t going to lie, it felt good talking to Peppy about her feelings as well.

Feelings aren’t accepted in the Jedi Order, so he made her feel valid. It was something she desperately needed from someone, and she was happy it was from Peps.

This is a good family she’s found.

Love you guys!

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I am evil, yis 😈😈

PS - it’s 3:23am lol brain is working overtime!

Don’t know who needs to hear this today but you are important, your feelings do matter. If you’re upset over something trivial that’s okay, you’re allowed to express emotions. Drink some water, eat some food even if it’s just a little snack, take a nap if you need to. Try again tomorrow. 🤍

YES FOXY GO GET YO GIRL

This is really short, but I wanted to show another side to Foxy!

The Lucky Batch ☘️

There was no doubt that 79's was the place to go to have a good time and some good grog. Possibly the most noted clones to ever have frequented there were Wolffe and Fives, known for their flirting and wooing.

But there was a new clone on the rise, his name becoming an excited whisper among the locals. He was charming, debonair, mysterious, and oh so flirty. It was a rarity to see him and a pleasure to watch him, though none could seem to nail him down long enough to learn his name.

But oh, she had seen him as soon as he had walked in. Narrow hips and broad shoulders, at ease with his surroundings and confident in his stride. His curly hair was messy and dark, bangs getting in the way of his gorgeous brown eyes which lit up with his animalistic smirk. His casual outfit was a stark difference against the white armor of his brothers.

She wanted him to get to know him. Rising to her feet, she weaved through the pulsing crowd, setting a path to intercept his. Whoever he was, she was sure to find out. Her heart skipped a beat when he walked by her, his eyes briefly meeting her own before sweeping away and he patted his brother on the back. Her mouth opened and she tried to speak, to get his attention, but her tongue was still. Her mind jerked to a halt. No! Let her say something. Let her speak!

He was almost out of earshot. She didn't know what pushed her forward, but her legs were suddenly moving beneath her and she was reaching out to grasp his shoulder-

The clone stiffened when her hand landed on her shoulder. His sharp eyes snapped back to her, glaring at her through strands of curly hair. It took him a mere second to realize she didn't mean any harm, an easy smile curling those plush lips.

"May I help you?" he asked and oh Maker, his voice was like honey over chocolate.

"I, uh, I…" Her mouth was suddenly bone dry.

He turned to fully face her, his width suddenly becoming very apparent to her. Good heavens. He took a step closer to her, the noise of the bar muffling her soft voice. He dipped his head down to hear her. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Can...can I have your name?" she asked in a rush, stumbling over her words, feeling like her heart was about to burst from her chest and fly away.

His eyes swept up to hers and he grinned. "Foxy. The name is Foxy. What's yours, pretty little lady?"

Her knees trembled and her fingers shook with excitement. "Eliaelle…"

"Pretty name for a pretty lady," he winked, then moved to gently place himself beside her. "Well, Eliaelle, mind if I buy you a drink?"

Her heart fluttered in her chest. "That would be a pleasure!"

"I assure you...the pleasure is all mine."

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