We Need #HELP

we need #HELP

PLEASE take the time to learn about what is happening in Turkey at the moment

this is not a joke.

TURKEY IS BEING BURNT DOWN! and It’s not a natural disaster, it’s arson. literal terror. a crime. there are 81 fires going on in 23 different cities. this has been going on for 2 days. people are dying, losing their homes.

helicopters, drones, planes and thousands of firemen are currently trying to control fires in 10 different locations in southern Turkey. so far, three people have died, hundreds of animals have perished and several settlements are being evacuated.

A WHOLE country is on fire please that is not something you can underestimate.

please use your voice for us.

please dont stay in silence.

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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. 🤍

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The Lucky Batch

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Foxy had many ideas, most of them could be perceived as terrible.

This wasn’t one of those moments. This was worse.

“We’re going to die!” Mozzarella screeched, clinging to the tank cannon for dear life. “Why do I always listen to you!?”

“Because I’m lucky!” Foxy grinned, swinging onto the head of the tank. He pushed up the hatch, smiling down at the droid inside. “Begone, Bot!” he yelled, pulling the head off.

He dropped inside, looking at all of the blinking lights. Mozzarella fell in after him, landing upside down as usual.

“What do we do?”

“Dunno, didn’t think I’d make it things far,” he shrugged, starting to press buttons.

————–

With blaster fire raining from all around them, the clones did whatever they could to hold their ground.

“You’ve got another one, CT-2002!” yelled his brother, dragging in an injured shiny. 

Pepper wiped the sweat from his brow, the heat and stress gnawing at his jugular. With supplies dwindling by the minute, he was resorting to primeval methods of saving his patients.

As he looked down at the latest patient, he found the body of the Commander. The Padawan was a child, having only served Master Laverna for only a few weeks. 

The wounds were to her leg, burning and festering, blood leaking through cracked skin. A blaster shot from the looks of it, a direct hit. 

He investigated the wound, the heat bearing down on them without mercy. He felt the leg, trying to ignore the girl’s cries of agony. The bolt cut through her clothing and through the bone and out the other side.

She needed a bacta tank in order to save the leg. As it wasn’t possible, he had to do what he could to keep her alive.

He doesn’t have a saw, but Springer has a knife. 

Biting his lip, he gave the girl some cloth to bite on. She looked at him teary eyed, knowing what he was going to do. 

Pepper held her hand as he prepared to cut through, Springer holding the leg still, shaking in fear. 

The cloth did little to muffle her cries as Pepper cut through her flesh, removing the sickly part from her body. It’d infect her bloodstream, something even the jedi can’t heal. 

As the bone was already separated, Pepper managed to cut through without hacking. He ripped a piece of metal from outside the tent and pressed it against the wound, burning and cauterizing it. 

“Next,” Pepper panted, not wiping the blood from his hands. 

“You need a break,” Springer said, worried for his brother. 

“I’m the only one here with a modicum of medical training. I break when we’re off this pit of a planet,” CT-2002 answered, feeling sorry for the young padawan. 

The General entered the tent, looking for their injured student. Dolos pounced to the girl’s side, looking over her injuries and Pepper’s improvisation.

“You cut her leg off,” Laverna scowled, disgusted by Pepper.

“Unless you’ve gone blind, General, I worked with what I have, which is nothing. I have more patients,” the medic sighed, walking away from the Cathar. 

————–

As the night started to fall, Foxy looked for his twin, excited to tell him about his big day. When he entered the barracks, however, Peppy wasn’t there. Mozzarella and Springer were, however, which was still cool.

“The moron is gonna kill himself at this rate,” Springer sighed, unaware that Foxy was standing there. “I don’t think he’s even eating.”

“It’s that hyperfocusing thing. When he’s in the zone, there’s no coming out of it,” Mozzarella added, rubbing his eyes. “General Laverna has been pissy all evening. Know what that’s about?”

“Aye. Commander Teles lost her leg in combat. The General has been upset over it. I mean, I can get why. I overheard from the Captain that he lost his last Padawan to something similar.”

Foxy made his way to the medic tent, looking for his twin. He walked through the narrow path in the middle, bodies packed next to each other. He could smell the gangrene, the infections and death.

He saw some fellow ARCs lift a clone, taking them outside to a pit with fire. A way to keep the bodies from infecting other people as they didn’t have time to bury.

They didn’t have the recourses for a lot of things. 

In a corner, he saw the shape of his twin, able to recognise him from a mile away. Guessing that this was a bad day, Foxy carefully sat next to his twin, looking over a body covered with a sheet.

The body of a kid missing a leg.

“The cut was too low,” Pepper stated coldly, staring at the sheets. “It was too low.”

Foxy rested his head on Pepper’s shoulder, providing some support. He didn’t know a lot about medical things, but he knew when Pepper was sad. He hated his brother being sad. 

The girl was nice to the clones, a sweet thing who didn’t deserve this. She wasn’t trained like the clones were. 

“Where’s Teles?” the General yelled, disturbing the patients still alive. 

The cathar stepped to the twins’ location, pausing and staring at the covered body. He shook with emotion, something that Jedi aren’t supposed to show. 

When Foxy turned to face the Jedi, he’d already grabbed Pepper, dragging him outside by the braid. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Foxy yelled, grabbing the Jedi’s wrist. “Let him go!”

“He killed her!” the Jedi hissed, using the force to shove Foxy away. He threw the medic outside, seething. “You killed her!”

“I did what I could. That’s more than what you did,” CT-2002 yelled back, looking behind the cathar to see Foxy, relieved that his twin was alright. “She wasn’t even a teenager and you pulled her into the front lines. She died from your actions - all of us have suffered from your orders!”

Mozzarella and Springer exited the barracks with a few others, listening to the argument. The clones focused on the fight, failing to pay attention to their surroundings.

“I’ve done everything I could!”

“And we both failed. A whole lot more of us are going to be dead if we don’t leave this damned jungle!”

“We won’t abandon our post!”

“Then Teles died for nothing!”

Foxy started to panic, unsure of what to do. The Kaminoans never prepared them for this scenario, this wasn’t part of their training. Geonosia didn’t have this much tension.

He wasn’t this panicked since Padme Amidala fell from that cruiser. He wasn’t this scared since Locke died a week ago. 

His heart pounded against his chest when his twin was in the air, clutching at his throat. His twin is in danger, his best friend was being hurt by their own General.

Foxy never was one for self control. 

Without even realising he’d been holding his breath, Foxy had jumped the Cathar, causing them to drop Pepper. He held on, furious that the Jedi turned on not only his twin but their only remaining medic. 

The Cathar threw him off, Foxy’s back colliding with the muddy ground. Of course, it was only right for the rest of Clover Squad to attack.

Springer and Mozzarella pounced, jumping the Jedi to the ground. 

Master Laverna activated his lightsaber, cutting into Mozz’s chest. 

“Mozz!” Foxy shouted, horrified to see another batchmate die. 

Springer picked the knife from its holster and stuck it into the cathar’s shoulder, furious over his brother’s demise. 

Foxy tacked the Jedi while they were too distracted with Springer. With a snarl, Laverna lifted Foxy into the air, their first like a phantom hand over Foxy’s neck. With Springer alarmed, Laverna twisted the lightsaber into the abdomen. 

Pepper ripped the knife from the cathar’s back, aiming to stab their shoulder, freeing Foxy. Instead, the mud gave way. 

Laverna’s concentration fell when the knife was torn away, causing him to drop Foxy. As they fell, Foxy instinctively kicked, hitting Pepper’s arm.

The knife cut right through the cathar’s neck. 

In a moment, Foxy was on the ground. Shaking his head, he ran to his twin, hoping that he was ok.

The lightsaber had caught his lip, it’ll definitely scar over. 

Finally, with the fight over, the other clones started to come over to them.

His twin is still alive, that’s what mattered. Foxy assumed that the exhaustion finally kicked in, including the stress and heat. 

They killed a Jedi. They didn’t mean to, he was just trying to protect his brother. 

His dark eyes met the Captain’s, horrified.

“He was going to kill him,” Foxy mumbled, holding his twin to his chest. “We would’ve all died…”

“It was the heat,” Captain Impact stated, looking away from the trooper. “Prolonged heat exposure and dehydration can cause hallucinations. You did what was necessary for the whole platoon’s safety.”

It wasn’t the truth, though it wasn’t exactly a lie, either. 

———————

“You’ll be stripped of your position of ARC Trooper,” Mace Windu stated, looking down on the traumatised twins. “You’re being transferred to Clone Force 37. Hopefully, your new General will last longer than the others.”

They didn’t look at him, thinking over Mozzarella and Springer’s demise. 

A Besalisk and little Wookiee met with the Jedi, likely their new commanding officer. 

With his one job done, Mace Windu left, abandoning them to their new squad.

“Can I see your faces?” Master Bastet asked, kneeling to their level gently. 

Foxy and Pepper removed their helmets, Pepper with a new hairstyle and scar on his lip. 

“Aye, you’ve been through much. I promise you now, young ones, you’re safe now. Clone Force 37 is a family, one you’re very welcome to.”

The Wookie padawan handed something to Pepper, a little star that stuck to his fingers. His eyes was wide and amazed by the small thing, his mind blow. 

“It’s a sticker,” Freyja gurgled, only able to speak her native tongue. “Do you like it? I heard what happened and got one to make you feel better.”

“He loves it,” Foxy nodded, feeling a little better. “We’re not good soldiers, but we’re loyal. Aren’t we, Peps?”

“Not to mention stupid.”

“You’ll fit right in with the others. Jackal has been bouncing off the walls since he heard that we were getting new members,” Bastet smiled, already motherly to the pair. 

Maybe this’ll work out? So long as Foxy is with his twin, he’ll survive.

Not only what happened to their last Jedi and what happened to the other batchmates, but Pepper’s scar, too!

inspired by my awesome twin’s brilliant work :D

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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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