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Star wars the clone wars Valor of war (my star wars AU)

Episode 1: Seige of Adora:

War rages on, with the seperatist army attacking planets all over the galaxy the Republic and their powerful Clone army alongside the Jedi order must stop them.

On the planet of Ardoa, the 501st and 212th as well as Jedi generals Obi wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker as well as padawan Ahsoka Tano must Repell them.

In the Republic base Obi wan, Anakin, Ashoka, as well as captian Rex and commander Cody were in the briefing room discussing their next move.

"The capital city is the final part of our objective, we take that and we've freed the city." Cody said.

"However the large amount of droids, plus the sheer size of the city is going to make that a harder task, as such we shall split into groups." Obi wan.

He then looked at the group.

"Anakin and a squad of men will focus on this area, Ahsoka and Rex eill converge here and me and Cody will take the middle, if all goes well we should all meet together at the end and finish off any remaining droids that are still around." Obi wan said.

"You should also know that Dooku is here as well, so you should take great care when facing him, and call either me, general Kenobi or commander Tano for assistance, understood." Anakin said.

"Yes sir." All the clones chorused at once.

"Alright then, everyone prepare for battle, we move it in one hour." Rex said.

All the other clones filed out and Anakin, Obi wan, Cody, Rex and Ashoka followed a moment later.

Later:

With obi wan:

The 212th were fighting a number of droids in the Street.

Blaster shots went everywhere and there were several small explosions as grenades and rockets from both sides were fired.

"General, on your left." Cody called.

Obi wan jumped out of the way just as shot from an AAT exploded right where Obi wan was standing.

"Thank you Cody." Obi wan said to Cody who nodded.

Obi wan looked at the tank.

"That tank is certainly putting a damper on my day." Obi wan said.

"It's no good sir, our troops can't get a good shot at it from here." Cody said.

Obi wan hummed and quickly thought up a plan.

"Waxer, Boil come with me". Obi wan said.

"We're with you sir." Waxer said as he and Boil followed Obi wan.

The three Went onto a large roof directly above the AAT.

"Waxer, prepare to jump." Obi wan said.

"Sir?" Waxer asked nervously.

"Don't worry I have a plan." Obi wan reassured him.

Waxer nodded.

"I'm ready sir." He said.

"Now." Obi wan called.

Waxer jumped and Obi wan used the force to lower him onto the hatch of the tank.

Waxer gave Obi wan a thumbs up before opening the hatch.

"Hey, what are you doing, this is my tank." The droid pilot protested before Waxer shot him and threw him out the tank.

Waxer quickly got to the gun controls.

"Your turn Boil." Obi wan said.

"Yes sir." Boil said.

He jumped and Obi wan used the force to lower him behind the tank.

Obi wan then jumped down himself.

Obi wan cut open the door to the tank to find three droids there.

"You said we'd be safe in here." One said.

"Come on, there's three of us and only two of them." The second droid said defensively.

"It won't matter." The third replied gloomily.

Obi wan cut two of the droids down with his lightsaber and boil shot the third.

Boil then took the controls of the tank.

Boil piloted the tank so it was directly behind the droids.

"Alright Waxer, let e'm have it." Boil said.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE." Waxer yelled.

Waxer fired the main turret a few times and the droids were practically decimated.

Obi wan, Waxer and Boil got out the tank and Cody came over.

"Nice work general." Cody said.

"Thank you Cody, now let's get moving, we've got a battle to win here." Obi wan said.

"Yes sir, you heard him men, let's go." Cody ordered.

The 212th started moving again.

Meanwhile:

A group of commando droids were fighting against a team of 501st troopers but were starting to be overwhelmed.

The captian got on his commlink and a hologram of Dooku appeared.

"Count Dooku, we're recieving a high amount of resistance, we're being overwhelmed." The droid said.

"Then retreat, and lure the clones into the trap I have set." Dooku ordered.

"Roger Roger." The captian said before cutting off the hollogram.

The clone lieutenant leading the clones fired more shots at the droids hitting one.

The droids started retreating and the clones followed still firing at them.

With Rex and Ahsoka:

Rex and Ashoka were fighting off the last few droids at their position.

"This looks like the last of the driods here." Ahsoka said.

"Yeah, hopefully general Skywalker and general Kenobi show up soon." Rex said blasting another droid.

Rex's comm went off.

"Captian Rex, this is CT-0212, we think we have something." A clones voice said over the comm.

"I'll be right there lieutenant." Ahsoka said.

She looked at Rex.

"You think you can handle the rest of these driods?" Ahsoka asked.

"Yeah, you go ahead commander." Rex said.

Ahsoka nodded and left with a few troops.

Not long later Ahsoka arrived where the lieutenant and his troops were waiting.

"Lieutenant Trix, what have you got?" Ahsoka asked.

"We were following a group of commando droids when they went down this alleyway, we heard it may be rigged with a boobytrap so we decided to call for help." Trix informed her.

"What do you reckon the trap is?" Ahsoka asked.

"Mines, tanks, bombs, knowing the seppies it could be anything." Trix said.

"Okay then, we'll proceed forward, but be cautious." Ahsoka said.

"Yes commander, let's move men." Trix said signalling to the troops behind him.

They hadn't been walking long when suddenly a number of blaster turrets opened up and started firing at them.

At the same time the squad of commando droids returned and added their blasterfire to the barrage.

"Ambush!" Trix exclaimed firing his own blaster back at the droids.

"Get to cover." Ahsoka ordered deflecting shots with her lightsabers.

The clones and Ahsoka spread out and found cover.

One commando droid lunged at Trix brandishing a vibroblade but the lieutenant fought against the droid and in the end stabbed it through the chest with it's own weapon.

A flurry of sparks flew from the droid as it's body crumpled to the ground like a rock.

The fierce battle kept on for several minutes but soon the droids were pushing forward.

"I don't think we can hold this position any longer sir." Trix said.

"Alright Trix, tell the men to fall back." Ahsoka said.

"That won't be necessary snips." A voice said over the comm.

Just then Anakin, Fives, and Echo appeared.

The droids instantly started firing upon their new foes and Anakin jumped over to Ahsoka.

"Thanks for the assist master, but what are you doing here?" Ahsoka asked.

"Well we already finished our battle so I thought we'd just pop over here and help you with yours." Anakin said.

With the help of their reinforcements the group finished up the last of the droids.

"That'll teach those clankers to never mess with the 501st." Fives said.

"You got that right Fives." Echo agreed.

"We'd better meet up with Obi wan, or he'll think we're dead or something." Anakin joked.

They got to the staging area where Obi wan, Cody, Rex and the others were all waiting.

"Well it's nice to see you finally made it Anakin, good to see you again Ahsoka." Obi wan said.

"General, all platoons have reported in." Cody said.

"Thank you Cody, order all the men to block all the exits in and out of the base, we don't want anyone escaping." Obi wan said.

"Yes sir." Cody said walking over to the troops.

"So what now?" Anakin asked.

"We will all rest for a while and attend to our Wounded, then we shall plan a strategy for attacking the base, and possibly capturing Dooku." Obi wan said.

"If we capture him he could prove essential to ending the war." Ahsoka said.

"Precisely why we must plan accordingly, for now you are both dismissed." Obi wan said smiling at both Anakin and Ahdoka.

"Yes master." Anakin said before walking over to Rex with Ahsoka in tour.

Obi wan then went over to Cody and the 212th.

With the captial city taken the 501st and 212th were able to surround the seperatist outpost in a seige.

After resting they preceded on inside where they would receive heavy resistance from a skilled seperatist commander.

One who has been commanding battle droids since before they even joined the seperatists.

Just before the Republic attacked Adora they'd been recycling some of the old OOM series droids, you'll remember these as the ones who attacked Naboo about eleven years before the clone wars began.

Anyways, as I said they've been recycling and upgrading a number of these and placing them into their already massive army.

The commander I'm referring to, was one of these droids.

A commander that went by the name of, OOM-9.

Seperatist base, two weeks before the battle:

In a workshop a Seperatist engineer was working on repairing a droid lying on the table in front of him.

Dooku watched with interest as the engineer worked.

After a few minutes the engineer put away his tools and turned to Dooku.

"He is ready my lord." The engineer said.

"Switch him on." Dooku ordered.

"Yes sir." The engineer said before pressing the droids on switch.

There was a whir of mechanics following by the slight creaking of metal bolts and armour as the droid activated and stood on it's feet.

"Commander OOM-9 reporting for duty, my lord." The droid said standing at attention.

"Welcome to the seperatist army OOM-9, I am sure you shall do your purpose proudly." Dooku said.

"Roger Roger." OOM-9 said nodding.

Dooku smirked.

The present day:

The 501st were walking down a corridor when several bronze and black battle droids attacked.

"Blast em' boys." Anakin said force pulling a blaster into his hands and opening fire.

Trix fired a few shots at a droid and it went down but then it simply got up again and continued firing.

"Damm, these clankers have tough armour." Trix said firing at the droid again.

This time the droid went down and stayed down.

Several droids started firing from behind.

"We're cut off." Echo said.

The clones got behind cover as they continued firing at the droids.

The command center:

OOM-9 watched this from one of the security cameras before turning his attention to the 212th who were marching down another corridor.

"We have them now, send in the super commandoes." OOM-9 said.

"Roger Roger." A battle droid said pressing a button.

With the 212th:

The 212th were going down another corridor when several commando droids with blue and gold markings appeared, they were followed by a commando with gold markings who was obviously their commander.

"Commando droids." Cody growled aiming his blaster.

"Show no mercy." The commander ordered.

The droids opened fire at the the clones who promptly fired back.

One commando droid had its blaster shot from it's hand but it simply activated a laser sword on it's arm and lunged at Obi wan, attacking with a flurry of fury and precision that actually had Obi wan surprised.

One point for seperatist engineering I guess.

"Wow, they've really stepped up their engineering haven't they." A young shiny commented.

"You can say that again kid." Cody said nodding in agreement.

After several minutes of fighting the commandoes were destroyed.

Obi wan looked and saw a men men dead and serval wounded, he looked to his chief medical officer Helix.

"Helix, you and some men take the injured back outside, the rest off of us will press on." Obi wan said.

"Yes sir." Helix said nodding before moving over to the injured troopers.

"What now general?" Cody asked.

"We're going to head to the command center and disable the commander there, I'll send Anakin after Dooku." Obi wan said.

Obi wan activated his commlink.

"Anakin, Anakin come in." Obi wan said.

With the 501st:

Anakin and the 501st were still fighting off the advanced OOM droids when Anakin's comm beeped.

"Anakin, Anakin come in." Obi wan's voice said.

"Master I'm kinda in the middle of something here." Anakin said.

"I'm heading to the command center, I want you to go to the main hangar and hold your position there, do not let anyone escape, and take extreme care, Dooku may be on his way there." Obi wan said.

"All over it master." Anakin said.

With that Anakin cut down the last droid.

"Everyone, too the hangar." Anakin said.

The clones and Ahsoka nodded and ran to the hangar.

With the 212th:

Obi wan and his clones arrived outside the command center.

"This is it general." Cody said.

"Right, is everybody ready?" Obi wan asked.

The clones nodded.

"NOW!" Obi wan exclaimed opening the door.

The clones burst into the command center blasters blazing.

OOM-9 and the droids inside fired back with their own blasters.

Obi wan force pushed a droid at OOM-9 who simply caught it and threw it aside.

"Hello there." Obi wan said.

"General Kenobi, you certainly are brave." OOM-9 said.

"Your move." Obi wan said.

"Jedi, we fight to the death." OOM-9 said throwing aside his blaster and withdrawing a vibroblade.

Obi wan drew his drew his lightsaber and he and the droid began to Duel.

With the 501st:

The 501st had just finished securing the hangar when Anakin looked apprehensive.

"It's Dooku, he's on his way."

"We'll take him together." Ahsoka said.

"No, I have a plan, but I need you to follow it to the letter." Anakin said his face serious.

Ahsoka nodded.

Not long later they were set.

Dooku walked in and didn't look surprised at the sight of Anakin.

"Skywalker, I should have expected you'd be here." Dooku said calmly.

"You've one chance to stand down now Dooku, or I'll bring you to justice myself." Anakin said.

"You should know I'll never surrender to the likes of you jedi." Dooku said pulling his lightsaber from his belt and igniting it.

"So be it." Anakin said withdrawing his own lightsaber and charging at Dooku.

Jedi Knight and sith lord fought, red blade meeting blue and several times it seemed one would end the other but nothing happened.

Ahsoka, Rex, Echo, Fives and Trix watched this from the corners.

"Wait for his mark, the moment he gives the word, we attack." Ahsoka said.

With Obi wan:

Obi wan and OOM-9 were still fighting.

"You know this war isn't necessary, all it has brought it the deaths of so many people, you will gain nothing by continuing it." Obi wan said as he dodged a strike from the droid's vibroblade.

"I'm not in this war to take over the galaxy jedi, I'm in it for the glory of my droid brethren, we will bring an age of peace and security to the galaxy." OOM-9 said.

Obi wan disarmed the droid and a couple of clones grabbed him.

"Not like this you won't, all your brothers are doing is bringing suffering and pain to the galaxy." Obi wan said.

"Jedi, elitist scum." OOM-9 growled breaking free of the clones. "Do you have any idea just how many beings suffered because of your Republic."

Obi wan was silent at the droid's words.

"Of course you don't, you were just sitting there in your precious temple running after your precious senate, just like puppets in a play." OOM-9 said.

Before anyone could stop him OOM-9 threw a flash grenade into the air and ran from the room grabbing his vibroblade and punching aside a couple of clones as he went.

"All droids retreat to the hangar, Adora is lost, we most retreat while we are still standing." OOM-9 ordered.

Obi wan rubbed his eyes and once he could see somewhat clearly and the ringing in his ears stopped he got on the commlink.

"Anakin, the droid commander is headed your way, his name is OOM-9, try and stop him." Obi wan said.

In the hangar:

Anakin and Dooku we're still dueling when Dooku threw Anakin to the ground.

"A bold but foolish fight my boy, but you have lost, give qui Gon my regards." Dooku said raising his lightsaber.

"NOW." Anakin yelled.

The clones all emerged firing stun blasts and Dooku after taking several shots was brought to his knees.

Anakin grabbed Dooku and jumped into the air before force slamming him hard into the floor.

The clones and Ahsoka surrounded Dooku weapons raised, Anakin stood in front of him.

Dooku got to his feet but after walking a few steps forward fell to his knees in front of Anakin.

"It seems I'm unarmed and at your mercy, so tell me Anakin, do you intend to bring me in, or to end this here and now." Dooku said.

Anakin didn't say anything and pulled out his blaster aiming at Dooku's head.

The sir suddenly exploded with shots as OOM-9 and the remaining battle droids ran into the room and surrounded the group, OOM-9 had his blaster aimed directly at Anakin's head.

"Oh kriff." Trix cursed.

After a minute of tense silence OOM-9 broke it.

"Return count Dooku to us and I will allow you to live." OOM-9 said.

"Never trust a clanker, kick Dooku's shebs." Trix said aiming his blaster at OOM-9.

Anakin looked at Dooku then at his men and Ashoka, then OOM-9.

"OOM-9, do I have your word?" Anakin asked.

There was a tense standoff that lasted several seconds as both factions had blasters ready to fire but then to everyone's suprise OOM-9 lowered his blaster.

Anakin lowered his own and allowed Dooku to trudge over to OOM-9.

"My lord." OOM-9 said.

Dooku looked at the jedi and clones.

"OOM-9 may have given you his word, but I did not, DESTROY THEM." Dooku said.

The battle droids all opened fire which was quickly returned by the clones.

Dooku and OOM-9 ran into the shuttle which quickly took off.

On the shuttle:

"You sacrificed a minor objective to save your superior officer, you shall make a fine general." Dooku said before walking away.

OOM-9 followed.

In the hangar:

The last of the droids had been destroyed and Obi wan and the others had got there just in time to clear up.

"I'm afraid Dooku and OOM-9 escaped master." Anakin said.

"Yes I'm afraid they have, but we have freed the planet." Obi wan said.

"Now the seperatists have a new general, what do you think they'll do with him?" Ashoka asked.

"Use him no doubts about it, Dooku would be a fool if he didn't, and Dooku is many things, a fool is not one of them." Obi wan said.

I'm sorry to say he was right, many times over the war OOM-9 and his forces were deployed and under his influence the seperatist military structure improved greatly, gaining many more victories to their belt.

And to their credit, these victories as much as I hate to say it, were very well earned.

OOM-9's forces in particular operated with both power, efficiency and brilliant tactics.

Not long after the battle of Adora ended the 501st and 212th were sent to several new battles in the surrounding system, some of them more vital than others, one in particular was almost lost to the seperatists.

throws these at you and scampers away on all fours

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A Month of Whump Day 5: Sickfic

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Summary: Cody falls in love and catches a certain flowery disease.

  Love is such a strange thing. Cody didn't realize it could be so deadly. At first he was unsure of what was going on. He had just coughed up a few sunflower petals. Holding them in his hand he decided to go see Kix. It felt like something he shouldn't go to his medic for, why he wasn't sure.

    Cody walked around until he found him. "Kix, I need to talk to you."

    "What's going on Commander?" Kix asked.

    The commander pulled Kix into a nearby empty hallway and showed him the flower petals.

    "Sunflower petals?" The medic felt uneasy. Cody wouldn't get him for something that wasn't serious. "I don't understand."

    "I...coughed them up." Cody looked down. "I'm not sure why."

    The medic just stared at him for a moment, "you.. coughed them up?"

    "Yes."

    "Let me look into this. I'll come find you when I know. For now just drink water and let me know if anything changes." With that he left.

    Cody walked back to his room. On the way he started coughing again. He felt the flower petals coming up and after a few seconds they were in his hand. This time the petals from a pink Dahlia.

    Not quite an hour later Kix hunted Cody down. After checking just about everywhere he finally looked in the general barracks. There Cody was sitting with Waxer. The clone had a hand on his commander's back while Cody sat with his forearms on his thighs.

    "I found out what's going on." Kix started.

    Cody sat up and nodded his head.  Waxer looked over at Kix, "good. So what is it?" The lieutenant had found Cody in the hall with the pink petals in hand. He didn't seem like he felt very well so he took him to the barracks.

    Kix kneeled down in front of the bed and started to explain. "It's called Hanahaki disease. It comes from unrequited or perceived unrequited love. Flowers grow in the victim's lungs. There are two ways to get rid of it, surgery; which will remove your feelings for the person, and for the person to be in love with you."

    "Love?" Waxer looked at Cody, "who are you in love with?"

    Cody just looked at the two. What would they think? The man was in love with his superior. It was inappropriate.

    "Someone I could never have." Cody sighed.

    "What does that mean?" Kix asked.

    "You love the general don't you?" Waxer stated. "I see the way you interact with him, the way you look at him."

    Cody was quiet. Silently he nodded. "Your best opinion then is the surgery." Kix spoke.

    "No, not yet."

    "Sir, this can and will kill you if you don't act on it." The medic stood up.

    "Have you told him?" Waxer stood as well.

    "No."

    "Well then you have to."

    Cody didn't say anything. Instead he stood up and walked away. He couldn't tell him. He could tell his general that he fell for him. He would just have to deal with the flowers for now.

    As time went on the disease got worse. Cody's lungs were being overtaken by Sunflowers and Dahlias. He was tired and in agonizing pain all the time. Breathing felt like he was being stabbed by a million tiny needles. The worst part was this cursed illness affected his leadership. The clone couldn't do as much as he used to. Some of his brothers caught on and tried to help where they could. No one knew what was going on and he wouldn't tell. When Obi-wan caught on he too did whatever he could.

    Something about the feeling of dying calmed Cody. It proved he was alive in the first place; that he wasn't some droid. He was in love.

    Waxer and Kix continued to press, trying to convince him to get the surgery or to talk to the general. He refused to do both. The clone commander was scared of the answer if he confessed. He was unsure of what would be worse, if Obi-wan didn't feel the same or if he did. The two would be stuck knowing that they loved each other but could never act on any of their feelings because of the Jedi code. Of course Obi-wan could always hate him afterwards. But if he got the surgery he wouldn't love Obi-wan and the thought of that was something he couldn't bear.

    Now the battalion was preparing for battle. It was the night before and time to sleep. Cody couldn't really sleep anymore. His inability to breathe well kept him awake. When he finally did fall asleep he woke up to a stabbing pain in his neck. Rubbing his hand over it he paused. A flower had grown through his neck. It felt like a sunflower. Unsure of what to do he went to find Waxer.

    When Waxer was woken up in the middle of the night he thought something had happened with the enemy. It wasn't until he was the flower that he understood what was going on. "What the fuck?" He sat up. "I didn't know it could do that."

    "I didn't either. What do I do now?"

    "How am I supposed to know? I'll call Kix."

    After a moment Kix answered, "what's going on?" In the background the two could hear the sounds of war.

    "There's a flower sticking out of Cody's neck." Waxer spoke quietly.

    "Good Kriff."

    "Can we cut it out?" Cody asked panicked.

    "Yes but be extremely careful!"

    "Got it. Be careful!" Waxer replied.

    "Thanks Kix." Cody turned off the comm. Then Waxer went to find scissors or a small knife. Cody started coughing again. This time blood came out with a full Dahlia. The clone struggled to breathe, both from panic and the injury. His throat was raw and it showed in his voice.

    When Waxer returned Cody was struggling to breathe. Not that he hadn't been but it was worse than normal. When he saw the Dahlia covered in blood and the sunflower in the commander's hand he commed the medic and the general quickly.

    Boil had heard the noise and ran over to the two. He kneeled beside Cody and tried to help him breathe. After another flower escaped his mouth he started to breathe a little better.

    Obi-wan was the next to arrive. "Waxer what's going on?" Then he saw Cody. Without thought he immediately rushed over to the man. Boil moved and Obi-wan took his place. "Cody what's wrong.?" The flowers took him by surprise. "Who?"

    "Who?" Cody whispered.

    "Who are you in love with?"

    It clicked with the others before Cody. Obi-wan was a Jedi of course he knew what Hanahaki was. The disease would give away any Jedi that broke the code.

    Cody finally gave in, "you, sir."

    There was silence for a moment. "Dear, you should have told me sooner."

    "That's a good sign" Waxer whispered over to Boil. He looked over to his brother confused, "Waxer what's going on?" Waxer would quietly explain the situation while the others talked.

    Obi-wan moved closer to the commander and placed his forehead on the others, "I love you too."

    Relief hit everyone. Relief turned into dread as Cody relieved something. The two were in love. Obi-wan was a Jedi and he was a clone. There was the code, their ranking, and a war stopping them.

    "Are you okay?" Obi-wan asked. Cody broke out of his thoughts and opened his eyes. Looking into the Jedis bright blue eyes he felt safe. Kenobi had that effect on people.

    "Yeah." The next day Cody stayed back by order of Obi-wan and the medic.

    Time would pass and Cody would heal. It took about a week for all the flowers to get out of his system. It took a little longer for him to feel strong again. The lovers talked and decided they would act on their feelings, no matter how dangerous it could be. They loved each other and nothing could stop that. Sunflowers and Dahlias could grew around them until one day their love would kill each other. Hopefully it would never come to that. Hopefully.

Clone Trooper Drawing prompt List

Commander Stone/CC-5869

Commander Ponds/CT-411

Boil

Cutup/CT-4040

Clone Commando Gregor/CC-5576-39

Comet/CC-3636

Arc Trooper Fives/CT-27-5555

Coruscant Guard Thorn

Sergeant Hunter(The Bad Batch)

Sergeant Sinker

Razor/CT-6910

Hawkeye

Arc Trooper Wooley

Commander Howzer(The Bad Batch)

Crosshair(The Bad Batch)

Boils

happy fathers day to these two in particular

Just a really really nice Boil fanfic for any 212th and Waxer and Boil lovers out there 😭💕

Double, Double Boil and Trouble - Part 5

A/N: This is part 5 my fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange, which I wrote for @goblininawig. The story takes place in a shared continuity with Stars Beyond Number, Martyrs and Kings, and “Do It Again,” but it stands alone and can be read independently of those fics.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Boil x Reader (GN, has hair; reader practices tasseomancy/reads tea leaves) 

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 3.1K

Warnings and tags: mysticism; angst; fluff; mild critique of the Jedi Order (but no Jedi hate); fade-to-black sensuality; implied oral sex; ritualistic drug use; a description of being high on hallucinogens/psychedelics

Obligatory disclaimer: Please don’t use this as a how-to guide for or endorsement of drug use, because 1. it’s inaccurate to the real world, and 2. depending on your location, ThAt WOuld Be ILlEGal. This is a Wendy’s fanfic.

Summary: Boil is willing to do what it takes to get answers about Waxer.

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“You sure this won’t make me pop positive if I get tested?” Boil asked, eyeing the tin of tea warily.

“Completely. You have two rotations left of shore leave, and this will be out of your system in twenty-four hours.”

You spoke with certainty, and Boil felt some of his doubts ease. He picked up the tin and removed the lid, giving the tea a curious sniff. It didn’t smell like much; just faintly earthy and vegetal. 

“So how does it work?”

“You brew it and drink it, just like regular tea,” you replied. “After a few minutes, you start to feel the effects.”

“And what do the effects feel like?” He set the tea tin down and took a bite of his breakfast.

“Nothing much at first,” you replied. “But when it hits, you’ll know. Everything will look a little clearer and brighter. Food will taste a little better. Everyday things will start to seem really, really interesting. People will be prettier and funnier and smarter.”

“That just sounds like a couple shots of Cheedoan whiskey,” Boil observed.

“Oh, somebody’s fancy,” you teased. “I didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty.”

He laughed and tossed his crumpled napkin at you, mostly for the fun of seeing you shudder and flick it away with a revolted expression. “The general bought a round for Ghost Company one time.”

“I hope he charged it to the Jedi Order,” you laughed. “Do Jedi get paid?”

“Search me,” he shrugged. “Clones don’t.”

You grimaced. “I know. Kriffing banthashit, is what that is.”

It didn’t change a thing, but Boil still felt a little better knowing you weren’t as complacent as the rest of the galaxy seemed to be about the clone troopers’ situation. 

“So what makes this tea any different from a decent buzz?” he asked.

“That would be the visual hallucinations,” you replied with a cheeky grin.

He eyed you curiously. “I take it you’ve done this before.”

“A few times,” you nodded. “It can be pretty fun. You haven’t lived until you’ve watched the Eye of Aldhani—you know what, never mind.”

He laughed. “What about the ritual part?”

“It’s a little different. The dosage is higher, so the effects are more intense.” You hesitated a moment before adding, “There’s another element to it as well.”

“What’s that?”

“Force sensitivity,” you replied bluntly. “You need to either be able to wield the Force yourself, or have a strong connection with someone who can.”

He nodded, recalling a detail you’d told him months ago. “And your grandmother taught you to wield it? Why didn’t she send you to the Jedi for training?”

“Our world isn’t part of the Republic,” you explained. “The Jedi order has no jurisdiction that far out in Wild Space, and to be frank, we prefer it that way. They mind their own business, and we mind our own.”

Boil pondered your response quietly, noticing the strained expression in your eyes, and he remembered that you tried to stay off the Jedi’s scopes. “You don’t have to tell me if you’d rather not talk about it.”

You gave him a grateful look and replied, “It’s all right. It’s not a secret or anything. It’s just…” You paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “We do things our own way. And when someone is born with the Sight—the Force—we train them in our own way, too. It doesn’t happen often, and there weren’t many elders with the Sight left by the time I was born. Gran took on my training, but I was only fifteen when she passed.”

Boil gazed steadily at you, feeling a deep sense of foreboding. “What happened?”

“I came to Coruscant, hoping the Jedi could help me. I scraped together everything I had in the galaxy to pay for the trip. But when I went to the temple, they said it was too dangerous to train someone who’d been ‘corrupted.’” The word came out harshly, as though it tasted bitter on your tongue. “They sent me away. Said I would be better off knowing nothing of the Force.”

Boil was horrified. “But you were just a kid!”

“Yeah,” you replied grimly. “I grew up pretty fast after that.”

He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t imagine most of the Jedi he’d met ever treating a child with such callousness, but he and his fellow clones knew better than anyone that the Jedi order contained all sorts of beings, ranging from those who were kind and wise like General Kenobi, all the way to monsters like that kriffing traitor, Pong Krell.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last, feeling the inadequacy of his words. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s all right,” you replied. “I’m older and wiser now, and I realize I probably wouldn’t have been the best fit in the Order. And I’ve picked up quite a bit of knowledge since then—especially since I met Tas. There are more paths to the Force than people think.”

The conversation had strayed into territory that was wholly unfamiliar to Boil, so he was relieved when your serious expression faded and the usual glint of humor returned to your eyes. “Lucky for you, I know what I’m doing.”

He smiled, content to let you steer the topic back to the ritual. “So when you say we need a strong connection, how strong are we talkin’?”

“It requires a very high level of trust. We will have to lower our mental defenses enough to allow each other in. When I’ve done it in the past, it was with people I was very close to—people I had known for years.”

“So you don’t do this for every trooper you bewitch?” he asked.

You grinned. “Actually, yes. After tonight, I will have done this for every single trooper I’ve bewitched. One-hundred percent success rate. Hopefully.”

“So what happens if our connection isn’t strong enough?”

Your smile faltered slightly. “Nothing. We’ll have a hell of a trip, and tomorrow we can thank the Force that it wasn’t our money that got wasted on the tea.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” he said. “When should we do it?”

“We’ll need a few hours of uninterrupted privacy, so we’ll want to wait until I get off work tonight,” you replied. “It’ll be about half an hour before you start to feel the effects, and then we’ll begin the ceremony.”

“That sounds ominous,” he laughed. “Is there a blood sacrifice, or is that only on Centaxdays?”

“You know, I’m fresh out of sacrificial victims, so we’ll have to skip it this time.”

Your eyes sparkled, and he inhaled softly, stunned by how beautiful they were when you looked at him with that mischievous expression. Not that he would tell you that, obviously. What was he supposed to say?

You have the sweetest eyes in the galaxy.

I’ve never kissed anyone with such perfect lips.

The last two weeks have been the best of my life.

When I’m with you, I feel like everything is easier.

I don’t want to leave.

Please. He wasn’t a total sap.

“Cutting corners?” he asked instead, a hint of a taunt in his tone. “And here I thought I’d get special boyfriend privileges.”

He watched for your reaction out of the corner of his eye, and he didn’t miss the way you bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“Oh, you get boyfriend privileges,” you replied. “Door keycode, toothbrush, unlimited conservator access, your very own caf mug… And other things.”

He grinned, moving closer and sliding his hand around your waist, easing his fingers inside your ridiculous bathrobe to caress the bare skin of your hip.

“What other things?” he murmured in your ear, nipping the skin of your neck softly.

Kriff, you taste delicious.

“Ten percent discount on readings,” you replied.

“Ten percent?” he whispered, trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulder as he untied the sash of your robe and brushed his fingers lower on your body. “You can do better than that.”

“F—five percent,” you stammered in a gratifyingly breathy voice. “That’ll teach you not to haggle.”

“Mm,” he hummed as he worked his mouth down your torso, dropping slowly to his knees in front of you. “Maybe we could work out a barter system. I’m sure I could provide some services you might find appealing.”

Your only response was a broken whimper as he took you with his mouth, gripping your hips and then sliding his hands back to cup your ass and pull you against his face.

Maker, I could worship you forever. I don’t want to leave.

Boil would rather die than admit he was nervous. For kark’s sake, he faced off against entire divisions of battle droids on a daily basis; how intimidating could a cup of tea possibly be? Besides, you seemed perfectly comfortable as you brewed the tea and lit a stick of incense, and there was no way he’d let you see him blink. He was a soldier of the Republic, and he wasn’t afraid of anything.

Still, some of his definitely-not-nervousness must have shown on his face, because you gave his arm an encouraging little touch as you walked past him into the living area. He watched as you pulled all the throw pillows off the sofa and your bed and piled them on the floor to make a soft, chaotic nest, and then you dimmed the lights. Your flat had already taken on a strange, mystical air, and he hadn’t even tasted a sip of the tea yet.

He watched curiously as you placed colorful stones in all the windowsills and doorways of your flat.

“What are those for?” he asked.

“Just making sure the only spirits that show up are the ones we want,” you replied with a lopsided grin, but the look in your eyes made him think you were deadly serious. “Nothing to worry about.”

He blinked. So I guess that’s definitely something to worry about.

“I’m not gonna get haunted by this, am I?” he asked, aiming for a casual tone and not quite nailing it.

“Definitely not!” you replied, before adding under your breath, “... probably.”

“Probably?”

“I’m ninety percent sure,” you reassured him. “Eighty-three percent sure.”

“Are you kriffing with me, or are you serious?” he demanded.

You laughed. “I’m kriffing with you. You definitely, probably won’t get haunted, and even if you do, Tas has a banishing spell that’ll get rid of anything.”

“You know you’re not exactly inspiring confidence, right?”

Your only response was a playful smile that made him want to kiss you until you forgot your own name, so he did. He caught you by the hand and hauled you into his arms, threading his fingers through your hair as he kissed you again and again.

“Could you be serious for ten seconds?” he murmured between kisses. 

“No promises.” You flicked your tongue against the corner of his lips, and he nearly called off the entire operation and tossed you onto the bed on the spot.

With a rather impressive display of self control—if he did say so himself—he pulled away slightly and asked, “Are the walls of the Venator going to start weeping blood if I do this?”

“Oh, almost certainly not,” you replied. “Maybe just a droplet or two on the refresher mirrors…”

He stared into your eyes for a moment, then let out a reluctant laugh, dropping his forehead to rest against your shoulder. You wrapped your hand around the back of his head and pressed your lips against his temple.

“We don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want to,” you said quietly.

His arms tightened around you as he inhaled deeply, trying to memorize your exact scent. “No. I want to know. I need to know.”

You held him silently for a moment, and then you nodded. “If you’re sure, then everything is ready.”

“I’m sure,” he said, pulling back just far enough to look into your eyes. “Let’s do this.”

“Okay.” You held him tightly for another moment, then broke away to retrieve the two mugs of tea from the kitchen. You passed one to him, then tapped your own against it. “Bottoms up, Buttercup.”

Boil was expecting the concoction to taste awful: bitter and sinister, maybe with a hint of brimstone. In reality, it was actually pretty good. It was smooth, a little spicy, and sweetened with honey, and he drained the cup without complaint. He waited expectantly, but nothing happened.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now we watch an episode of It’s Always Sunny on Abafar and wait for it to kick in,” you replied, glancing down into the mug to quickly scan the leaves the way he’d noticed you do every time you finished a cup of tea.

Whatever you saw must not have been too terrible, given that you didn’t immediately cancel the evening’s activities. He shrugged and moved to the sofa, pulling you down with him as you turned on the holoscreen. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the luxury of being able to watch whatever he wanted, any time he pleased. Not to mention that your sofa, shabby as it was, was quite possibly the most comfortable piece of furniture in the galaxy—particularly with your head resting on his shoulder and your body tucked in close to his own as he curled around you. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” you warned, nudging him with your elbow. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he lied.

The episode failed to hold his attention, and his mind and hands began to wander. He traced his fingertips over your shoulder and down your bare arm, around your wrist and back up again, enjoying the smooth warmth of your skin. He’d never touched shimmersilk in his life, but he would have bet a month of rations that your skin was softer. Eventually, he draped his arm around your waist and began to play with the hem of your shirt, tugging it up to expose your abdomen.

“Don’t even think about it,” you said, resting your hand over his. “There’s no way in hell I’m going there on your first trip.”

“Even if I want to?” he murmured, kissing the back of your neck.

“Nope. Besides, we’re not just doing this for fun, remember?” You rolled over to face him.

“Fine. Maybe next time.” He rested his forehead against yours, stroking your cheek softly as he gazed into your eyes. “Your pupils are huge.”

You snorted a laugh. “Seems like the tea is working. Shall we get started?”

He nodded. “What do we do?”

“I have bad news,” you said gravely. “We’re going to have to break the cuddle.”

“Not the cuddle!” he gasped in horror.

“I’m afraid so.”

He grumbled, but begrudgingly disentangled his limbs from yours. As he sat up, the room seemed to sway slightly, almost as if the entire building were floating in water. He didn’t want to alarm you, so he didn’t mention that the pattern on your wallpaper was definitely, absolutely, one-hundred percent coming to life. The designs gyrated and churned in a nauseating swirl, and he tore his eyes away from it, determined not to abort the mission for a reason as pitiful as tea-induced motion sickness.

He followed you silently to the nest of cushions you’d arranged on the floor, sitting opposite you with his legs crisscrossed. You scooted forward until your knees touched his, and you took his hands, holding them in a loose grip. He stroked his thumb over your palm, and the smile you gave him in return made him forget all about the wallpaper.

“Close your eyes,” you said softly, “and take a slow breath, all the way down to the bottom of your lungs.”

He did as you said, and as he exhaled gradually, he felt his stomach settle and the tension drain out of his shoulders. The pair of you repeated the exercise a few times, and then you asked him to focus on keeping his breath smooth and even. He was starting to feel incredibly relaxed and drowsy, and only his promise not to fall asleep kept him from drifting off.

“Think of somewhere you felt safe and happy,” you said in a low voice. “Picture it in your mind.”

Here. With you. 

“Do you see it?” you asked.

“Yes,” he whispered, envisioning your cozy, colorful little flat as clearly as though he had opened his eyes. 

He was alone in his mental version of the flat, and he took a moment to look around. It was tidier in his mind, with the nest of cushions all put back where they belonged, and no telltale pastry crumbs on the kitchen counter. But aside from that, it was the same, filled with signs of you—the eclectic jumble of teacups on your kitchen shelf; the colorful array of robes hanging on hooks on the wall; the vibrant collection of thrifted art hanging on the walls. It even smelled like your scent. The only thing missing was—

Knock knock.

He turned toward the door in his mind, and then he was standing in front of it without ever having moved his feet. He leaned in to look through the peephole—wait, your door has a holoscreen. The image in his mind warped, and suddenly the holoscreen appeared. You stood outside in the hallway, waiting.

“Will you let me in?” you asked quietly.

Your lips didn’t move in the vision of you he saw within his mind, and he realized you’d spoken the words aloud.

“Yes,” he replied, opening the door.

As you stepped inside, your gaze flicked around the flat, and your breath caught. Too late, Boil realized he’d revealed far more than he intended. He swallowed nervously, bracing himself for your mockery now that you had witnessed the true depth of his feelings for you. 

When you looked at him, though, there was no trace of ridicule in your eyes. You stepped closer and took his hand in yours, and as you did, he felt the soft pressure of a gentle, reassuring squeeze on his physical hands. To his relief, that was the only acknowledgment, though he had a feeling the two of you would be having a long conversation once the effects of the tea had worn off.

“Are you ready?” you asked, and somehow, he knew you’d asked the question directly to his mind.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied without speaking.

You smiled. “In that case, I’d like you to meet someone.”

Your gaze shifted to a point over his shoulder, and he turned slowly. A stranger stood behind him, ancient and wrinkled, with eyes that somehow seemed very familiar and very, very kind. A faint blue glow emanated from her, and though she seemed solid enough, Boil had the distinct feeling that if he were to open his eyes, he’d see nothing but you, sitting across from him in a nest of cushions.

“Is this the boy you told me about?” she asked, inspecting him closely.

“Yes,” you replied. “Gran, I’d like you to meet Boil.”

yessir we are checking the perimeter

212th Mando'a name hcs!!

I've got a lot of names already figured out, so rn it's mostly a matter of organizing the ones I have and then working on the ones I don't...

same as all the others, color coding from green -> red matches how close the name is to a canon Mando'a word:

(also yes i know Helix is technically fanon but I hadddd to include him)

Obi-Wan: We're going to go east and Anakin's group is going to go west. Then...

Anakin : ...

Obi-Wan : I can't do that anymore, Anakin! I can't keep ignoring this!

Anakin : But...

Obi-Wan: Anakin, why do you have a fucking blaster ?!

Waxer : *Shocked* Cody! The general said the "f word" in front of the shinies !

Obi-Wan : I don't care! I can't believe Anakin is so uncivilized! Blasters are so uncivilized!

212th Battalion: ...

Cody : It's not...

Anakin: It was Rex's idea! He told Ahsoka and I that having blasters in addition to our lightsabers would give us an advantage on the battlefield and that it would be safer for us. And you know what? Rex is right!

Obi-Wan : Ahsoka too??? I can't believe Rex is such a bad influence on both of you! Anakin, Rex makes you act in such an uncivilized way!

Cody : Don't involve Rex in any of this! Skywalker does very well on his own to deprave himself!

Obi-Wan : You certainly don't mean that, my dear.

Cody : Don't "my dear" me! Skywalker is the one who has a terrible influence on Rex and the 501! Skywalker is a chaos demon!

Obi-Wan : Rex is evil incarnate! That stupid blonde head corrupted my little baby Padawan!

Cody : ... You're sleeping on the floor tonight.

Boil : Guys, our parents are fighting... Again.

Anakin : ... So that means I'm allowed to keep the blaster?