The Lucky Batch

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!

reblog if your inbox is always open for new members of the fandom who may be a little shy or intimidated. doesn’t matter whether or not you’re a “popular blog”; everyone here is equal and if you’re reading this as a new person/someone considering entering the fandom, we will not turn you away!!!! talk to us!! make friends!! i more than understand being shy but trust me this fandom is chill come join us in this hellhole