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Skip: *twerking at droids in the middle of a battle*

Jack, recording it: ey, ey, ey, ey, ah, ah, ah, ah, eh, eh, eh, eh

demolishing peoples houses to make room for an amusement park is literally movie villain shit

I cannot believe the world is letting Israel get away with this garbage

WE LOVE THUMBS BEING THE SUPPORTIVE BROTHER

Quiet Moments

I decided to write a sweet little bonding moment between Sparks and Thumbs. I am in no shape or form an experienced writer but I hope you all enjoy this bit of fluff before the upcoming angst nonetheless! 

Thanks to @just-another-dreamerr for helping me edit this! :D 

Thumbs belongs to the awesome @oo-hazel-oo !  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 The sound of pained cries and screams fills his ears as the smell of blaster fire begins to suffocate him, with a seed of guilt and regret settles and begins to grow in his stomach, all these factors overwhelming the engineer. 

“This is all your fault.”

Sparks jolted awake with a sharp gasp. Taking in his surroundings, he tried to slow his elevated heart rate. The sound of his brothers’ snores and relaxed breaths reminds him that he was on the Clover. With a tired sigh, he got up from his bed and walked out of the room to avoid waking anyone. The engineer leaned against the now closed door with a tired sigh.

 ‘Well, at least I tried.’ He thought to himself as he ran a hand through his hair and down his face.

“Sparks?” He looked up to see Thumbs standing a few feet away from him, a concerned expression evident on his face. 

“Thumbs, hey.” Sparks straightened up, stepping away from the wall. “What are you doing up?” he asked, trying to seem casual.

 “It’s my turn to keep watch of the ship.” Thumbs stepped next to him, gently putting a hand on his often-stoic brother’s shoulder. “Why are you awake?”

 Sparks turned his head to look at the floor. “Ah, I just … I couldn’t sleep. That’s all.” He looked up at him, giving him a small, forced smile. 

Thumbs, unconvinced at his brother’s response, gave his shoulder a comforting pat. “You know I’m here if you want to talk.”

“I know.” He responded quietly. “Thank you.” The corners of his lips quirked up slightly, giving a quick genuine smile. Thumbs returned the smile with one of his own. 

’`Would you like to keep watch with me?” he offered. Sparks gave him a nod in response as they both walked to the cockpit of the ship. The engineer spoke up again, his voice almost too quiet to hear, “Thanks again, I needed this.”

 “Anytime, vod.” Thumbs responded as they both sat down looking out at space, enjoying the moment of peace and quiet together.

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37th Battalion (The Lucky Batch ☘️)

Little bits of Cypher ( @catboy-tech ) character exploration.

time and places

"Vod, get down from there.”

Cypher pretended not to hear and stretched his arms, placing both hands under his head as he stared at the storage room’s ceiling and hummed. His bucket laid right next to him contently as he scrolled down on his datapad, eyes quickly absorbing the latest archives Luna had shared with him.

“I know you can hear me,” Sparks shouted from below, and he could picture the frown on his face clearly. “Get your shebs down here, you need to do storage duty.”

"I'm good, thanks,” he called, his gaze never leaving the screen. His fingers tapped a light rhythm over his chest and he heard his brother’s annoyed sigh from the ground, followed by some shuffling and irritated whispers.

He paid no attention to it as he skipped over to the next texts, this one about an extinct culture on the edge of the Unknown Regions, and didn’t realize someone was climbing up to him until something tapped his foot.

Cypher peeked over the pad to look at the intruder, and found Jackal grinning over the side of the crate pile, eyebrow raised.

“Yo,” he nodded, and then returned to his reading without another word.

The pilot clicked his tongue. “If I have to put up with this osik, you’re too, vod.”

And without warning, he yanked him off the crates and sent him tumbling down.

Ballast stared at them blankly. “I have absolutely no idea what you just said.”

“Cypher—“

“I’m here, I’m here,” the interpreter announced, already at their side and focused on the locals. “What’s the situation?”

They proceeded to repeat what they had said before, their language foreign and fast to every clones’ ears, save for those of the one who seemed to be taking every word in, pitching in with some equally confusing drawings on the floor to better understand the explanation. His brothers watched the exchange silently, Cypher and the chief going back and forth over a subject none of them had a single clue on.

After a few moments, the trooper nodded and turned to the rest of the squad, a frown on his face.

“So?” Boots asked, eager to proceed with the mission. Kriff, it was so damn humid out here. “Did they tell you why they are so insistent on us not going down this route? We really need to deliver these supplies today and this is the fastest way.”

“There’s a Separatist outpost that way.” Cypher pointed to the other road, half hidden in thick vegetation and covered in heaps of unstable mud. Great. Before any of his brothers could protest, he gestured to the path the locals were adamant they didn't go through. “This track is rigged with landmines and, the chief here told me, it’s the territory of a big, very aggressive massif species.”

There was a collective sigh, and someone muttered “we always get stuck with the worst missions” as the squad braced themselves for the long, tedious journey ahead of them. Ballast was at the front, wielding a vibroblade back and forth to widen the path for the crates and supplies to pass through, and Cypher took a moment to thank the residents for their help before joining the team’s rear.

“What would we do without you?” Foxy asked once he reached his side, punching the interpreter on the shoulder with affection.

Cypher smiled cheekily. “Probably explode in painful death, or get eaten by local fauna.”

His brother grimaced, struggling against the slippery muck as they moved forward. “Yeah, I’m glad we’re not doing that.”

“Cypher, take cover!"

Ryder reached out with one hand and yanked his brother up into the small walker right as a bomb landed where he had been standing a click ago, blowing everything to bits. Debris flew through the air and clattered against the machine’s legs, making it stumble and shake but kept going over boulders and wrecked ships and tanks.

The trooper blinked, snapping back into reality, to the chaos of blasters and explosions and screams, and clutched his blaster tightly. Kriff, he’d done again.

Cypher tried to stand up in the vehicle, trying to at least shoot at the droids, but his head was pushed down as another round of fire hit them.

"Curse it, vod! Focus!" His brother barked angrily, blasting non-stop at the clankers raining hell on them.

The small walker tripped over some metal scraps and bumps, and although Ryder was able to keep it from collapsing, the abrupt movement sent his passenger flying off into the ground with a grunt and a roll.

“Don’t you dare die!” He heard him cry out as the battle raged on around him, and suddenly he was shooting and panting as he scrambled to his feet and ducked the enemy’s attacks.

His vision tunnelled as adrenaline spiked in his blood, his head, and the sounds of blasters and fire were replaced by the beating of his galloping heart as he landed blow after blow after blow on the droids in front of him.

He didn't feel the impacts breaking his skin, the nasty cracks of protest in his hands as bone met metal in painful punches, the way his shoulders ached and stung as he took down another clanker, as he walked over the body of another dead brother.

Cypher fought, because that's what he was bred to do.

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YEAH!!

THE BAD BATCH SEASON 2

HELL YEAH

i smell underrated artist

just a coloured sketch of Obi Wan! he could be better but i’m focusing on finishing work not perfecting it!

i love him either way…