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I know TCW gave a few of them one off episodes, but I've always found it disappointing how little attention the RotS commanders have gotten in both canon and legends, at least Cody got a spotlight episode in Bad Batch!

Did Commander Thire understand that Vader and Anakin were the same person since he found Vader on Mustafar? What about Appo when the chips made him and his brothers storm the Jedi Temple, and attempt to kill a Senator before gunning down a youngling? What was Jag's relationship to Plo, and Wolffe? What did Bly think in the aftermath of Order 66, where he and his brothers literally shot their general in the back? What are Baraca and Neyo's stories?

Lol

Ponds: I can't believe I have to have sex with General Windu.

Neyo: (slightly concerned) I mean you don't have to, vod. The mission parameters only say pretending to be a couple.

Ponds: No, I'm fucking him.

Currently reading a lot of Coruscant Guard fics

What if upon receiving info about their assigned positions the whole command batch came up with a strategy of regularly switching posts while on Coruscant.

Initially it's to provide cover for the expected medical emergencies (because Coruscant is safe) or if they'll be in need of different talents for specific long-term missions. Cause even after receiving the same standard training, all of them have specialized in different areas. Not enough to be noticed by outsiders since the batchers know how to secretly provide info and apply eachother's shared knowledge immediately.

Of course it doesn't work out because:

- Some Jedi unexpectedly pay way more attention to their commanders and men. General Kenobi spots Cody in the mess and goes to sit at the same table. Even when the clones switch around he recognizes everyone instantly, so Cody is staying on The Negotiator permanently. One of the best things coming out of this is the opportunity to meet up with Captain Rex and the 501st

- Wolffe sustains an injury that they won't be able to cover like they usually do with other tattoos or scars and after losing almost all of the 104th decides to stay and rebuild his battalion with a very protective General Koon

- Ponds is finds himself suddenly taking over responsibility for the most feral kid in the galaxy. He sometimes wonders if Boba distracting Sing before she could actually shoot him was an elaborate ploy to get a better chance to kill General Windu himself or if the boy actually cared about his not-brothers (Boba cares a lot)

- Bly cannot for the life of him stand motionless during another debate in the Senate without going crazy cause he just cares too much about every honest voice being silenced by corruption and greed. His general also seems to watch him closer than others do and he takes the chance to try to learn more about the war efforts from the perspective of the Jedi council

- Bacara, Monnk, Gree and Neyo are on missions taking them to the other side of the galaxy, so far away that they barely make it back to Coruscant. They can't even enter the batchers' secret communication channels most of the times

- Which leaves Fox to become the "permanent" Marshall Commander of the Corries. He guesses it's only fair because more than half of the awards and decorations on the wall of the office were rewarded for his actions. The other half are mostly thanks to Thorn and Bacara being reckless but highly competent idiots

- Thire, Stone and Thorn joke they got stuck with the most uptight of the batch but later realize that Fox strict approach is keeping their men relatively safe. Cause Fox realized very quickly that Coruscant is in fact not safe

- Everyone else takes a whole lot longer to catch on to the not so subtle dangers stretching their claws from the very inside of the Republic's heart, especially with the Guard starting to drift apart from the GAR silently. It takes the CMOs meeting and drinking too much moonshine to finally connect the dots of why the communication lines went mostly dead

- Cody immediately starts strategizing for escape scenarios and researches uninhibited planets. He needs to survive any possible scenario so he can reunite his brothers. His general notices. Rex does as well

- Wolffe is furious and the wolfpack starts finishing their rescue missions in record time to get to the homefront as quickly as possible. He stops drinking alone like he sometimes did and starts accompanying all of his actions with softer words than usual. His general notices

- Ponds is shocked and starts taking to the shinys more. He also asks Boba about his point of view cause the boy definitely notices things a grown man doesn't. He starts sending regular updates about the developments of the general public's moods and tries to find ways to engage in a positive way with the natborns to bring attention to the men fighting a war for them. His general notices

- Bly is sad and starts reading up on all political and especially civil rights debates he can get his hands on. His general notices and asks her master if he has more intel on current developments in all parts of the galaxy. General Vos hasn't been on Coruscant since the start of the second year of war but draws the conclusion he should dig deeper into the heart of the republic

- Bacara is seething and keeps perfecting his already optimized battle plans. The marines train to annihilate droids by hand. He also keeps stocking up on medical equipment. His general doesn't notice

- Neyo doesn't acknowledge feeling anything. He starts tinkering again. He's looking for ways to design communication and transportation devices from all the droid scrap they usually leave behind on the battlefield. He even learns Jawaese. His general doesn't notice

- Monnk and Gree are determined. They comm eachother and start researching on how to survive long term in unknown environments and writing guides on how to identify edibles plants, safe water supplies, how to test for breathable atmosphere and which species like to live in symbiotic or peaceful ways with humanoids. They mask it as personal interest. Their generals notice

- Fox is panicking. He needs to find a new way to keep Hound from being decommissioned for Grizzer peeing in front of a senator's door the second after a natborn noticed their carefully crafted loop hole to switch designations of fallen brothers for the ones they could still save in the official documentations the Guard issues. He hasn't slept or eaten in two days as his comm blinks with the notification of a General striding through the Guard's front door like he belonged among the Corries. He has no time to deal with whatever the Jedi council wants from them but Thire is already on the brink of breaking down scanning data pads for a new loop hole so he grabs his helmet and runs to stop the force user from asking his questions at the wrong time. Not-his general notices

No idea for an actual plot. Just wanted to think about some hurt/comfort and competent clone commanders being brothers before being soldiers

Thinking about Bly's armor reflecting sunbeams during golden hours on a crowded dirty plaza

Usually Bly would comm Fox to get a second opinion on resolving hostage situations swiftly and with no to minimum casualties, especially those like the one he was facing now: situated in a densely populated area, surrounded by thousands of unaware civvies.

This however wasn't an option right now.

His youngest batcher hadn't bothered to pick up his call over the official lines, which definitely was a first and frankly a bit worrying. That man was always on duty and never willingly passed on an opportunity to gather intel on missions he shouldn't even know existed. Nor on collecting blackmail on his fellow commanders to "ask" for a favor or two in an unknown future. It wasn't like they would deny reasonable requests from other units but what exactly did Fox need all those extra rations for? He would leave a message in their private chat later.

Right now time was of essence and it was slipping through his fingers, so with a sigh Bly decided to try the line of another brother he knew was also very versed in crowd regulation and conducting missions while staying under the civvies' radar: Ponds. What he didn't account for was his oldest brother not picking up as well. A bit frustrated he opened his HUD and shot a quick message to the full group chat. He'd really prefer a second opinion, if possible not disturbing his general.

[open channel <g4r/cc/000/17ahpla?>]

5052: anyone available rn <80:18>

5052: whatever just call asap <80:81>

[close channel <g4r/cc/000/17ahpla?>]

Why did he have a bad feeling about this? He caught a sudden commotion at the corner of his field of view and turned is attention towards his men standing close to the area. Galle was trying to calm down a natborn gesturing around but clearly didn't succeed in his placating attempts. They seemed to be agitated by the sight of clone troopers lingering planetside for no apparent reason. Just when Bly decided to ask his Lieutenant to evacuate the plaza in front of the building they were about to move in on a call patched through on his internal comm:

[connected]

"Marshall Commander, we need you to stay put and not interfere. Don't try to enter the building, it will trigger the detonation before you can recover the hostages."

[disconnected]

Why the frick was a very young very familiar voice in his ear and how did they know about his current situation.

[alert from channel <g4r/cc/000/17ahpla?>]

8826: you better tell me you found Boba. got a report about Ponds waking up from a forced nap but nobody's seen the kid <88:34>

[close alerts]

Bly's bad feeling quickly evolved into a tight knot in his stomach and the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He signed for Galle to wrap up his conversation and come over.

"Commander?"

"I need you to keep an eye on the situation on the plaza. Don't enter the building unless I tell you to. The General won't be happy if we kark this up, I got intel there's bombs inside and children involved. No heroic actions, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. For now just keep entertaining the locals. Maybe you can actually get some info to evaluate further."

He could feel the other narrowing his eyes at him through the visor before nodding and turning to resume his post. Bly scrolled through the contacts on his HUD before landing on [bitesized].

[connected]

"Why the kriff are you here, how do you know I am here and how did manage to leave 000 without a chaincode trail.."

"Sorry Bly.. I didn't exactly plan on leaving Coruscant, really! But it was either playing stow away on that shitty G9 rigger or letting the Weequay who knocked Ponds out vanish into space.. Also I can see your markings from three levels above with how low the suns are. It looks pretty."

"Kid you're supposed to call Fox or whoever is available planetside when something happens! You must not go after someone thrice your size while you're unarmed and on probation!"

"It's kinda hard to call someone who is unconscious."

"Boba.."

"I promise I had nothing to do with it! The idiot clearly misjudged the dosage he used to drug Fox cause he is still out cold. We're currently alone in here. I can't get closer but I can't see any blood on him or any major injury.. though it's hard to tell with that kriffing red armor. Wait.. hold on a seond. I think Fox is waking up."

[disconnected]

[open channel <g4r/cc/000/17ahpla?>]

5052: Boba is with Fox <103:09>

5052: Fox is one of the hostages I am supposed to retrieve <103:17>

...

3636: who is wearing Fox armor at my General's meeting with the Chancellor

[attached holocall_100:44] <105:58>

Even though he's beyond tired Thire instantly clocks that Wolffe's miniscule head tilt means the Commander of the 104th realized he's just a stand in pretending to be Fox. Thire's posture doesn't change at all.

Also thinking about Fox red armor hiding blood stains all to well. Clones helping clones and eventually saving themselves is my brand of happy rn

Bathrobes and Misdirections

Written as a gift for @blackkatmagic. Your writing has sustained me for years, and so I’d like to apologize in advance for all of this. Clones in a bathrobe was too good to pass up. Ignoring the fact that Vader killed Fox because that’s bullshit and I need his snark to live.

Edit: oh god oh jesus I forgot a title

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“I didn’t know Commander Fox was a tailor,” Boost said, not looking up from where he was fiddling with the comm terminal.


“I’m not, but you lot can’t tell muslin from linen,” Fox’s voice crackled over the holoprojector. “For all his flaws, Vader isn’t an idiot. He’ll know if something looks off.”

Cody brought him in to inspect the “Emperor” more closely. “How’s it looking, vod?”

Fox leaned in with a thoughtful hum, squinting. “Pull the cowl down, I still see your eyes, Neyo. Good job covering the tattoo. And less aggressive on the billowing! Think breeze, not typhoon.”

“I’m doing the best I can,” Boil said, muffled from beneath the bottom half of the robes, but the the frantic fluttering settled into something more subtle. “Better?”

“Much.”

“Remind me again why I’m the Emperor, again?”

“Your impression is the best, and you’ll sell it better. You were assigned bastard at decanting.”

There was a scuffle beneath the robes as Neyo snarled, kicking at Boil. “Piss off! You don’t need your teeth to move a robe.”

“Focus! We’re almost out of time,” Cody snapped. “Is the connection secure, Boost?”

“All set, Commander.”

“Go live on my mark.” Cody waited a moment, giving Neyo a moment to compose himself.

Everyone froze as the holotable flickered to life. Even kneeling, submitting himself in the presence of the “Emperor,” Vader’s hologram loomed over the room. The blue light cast deep shadows across his brothers’ faces, and Cody swallowed down a sudden pang of fear at the sound of mechanical breathing. This was insanity.

“What is your bidding, my master?”

Too late for second-guesses.

“There has been a new development. One that will help us crush what remains of the Jedi for good. I sense victory is at hand,” Neyo hissed in an uncanny imitation of Palpatine, and he was definitely the brother for the job. “I am transmitting a list of components we require for this magic. Only a Sith Lord may gather them, and only as instructed. We must be cautious, Lord Vader. Move too quickly, and others will know of our plans. You will not fail me in this.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Vader replied. It was almost depressing how agreeable he was being. He didn’t even have the excuse of a chip. Everything he’d done was his own choice, and how could he possibly have chosen–

Later, Cody promised himself. He would break down later.

“Rise, my apprentice,” Neyo spat, “and do as I have bid you.”

Vader stood slowly, cloak billowing dramatically behind him. “It will be done, my master.”

With a signal from Cody, the transmission ended. Boost slumped over the comm terminal, a sigh catching in his throat and turning into a half-laugh, half-sob. “I can’t believe that worked!”

“Operation Blue Milk Run is officially a go,” Cody said. He couldn’t believe it, either. It was absolutely absurd. Two clones in a bathrobe had just made a step towards putting a wrench in the Emperor’s plans.

“I’m sure this plan is flawless,” Fox drawled, “but what’s going to happen when the Emperor finds out that his favorite pet is kriffing off to parts unknown?”

The cold pit in Cody’s stomach grew a little more, but he pushed it back again. “We’re working on it. Besides,” he continued, a little wry, “it couldn’t possibly be our fault. Clones? We’re not independent thinkers.”

The chorus of “roger roger” left most of them snickering manically, high on the adrenaline of lying to a Sith Lord’s face. He had missed this, Cody realized, watching his brothers laugh and feel. There was no guarantee that this plan would work, but he’d be damned if he let them go back to where they were before. They had nothing to lose but themselves, and each other, and that had already happened.

Though he was loathe to ruin the mood, their time had run out. “Alright, we can’t be missed for much longer. Back to your posts, troopers, double time.”

It was harder to go back. With no small amount of reluctance, buckets were replaced, and personalities were tucked away. It was unsettling how quickly they settled into unmarked armor and synchronous footsteps, filing out of the room with the discipline of droids. Soon only Cody was left, the still-flickering hologram of Fox resting in his palm.

“You think we can do this.” It wasn’t a question.

Cody didn’t know what he thought.

“We’re going to win,” he said finally, “because there’s no other option. Stay safe in your Outer Rim adventures.”

“I’ll do what I can.” Fox reached to shut off his comm when he hesitated. “There’s…something left in him that knows what he’s doing, and I’m gonna find it. And I’m gonna kick his shebs.”

“Godspeed, Fox,” Cody said, smiling a little at the grumble of acknowledgement before the connection was terminated. There was something different in the air, and he breathed it in, let it settle in his chest and bleed through his veins.

It felt like hope.

still workshopping some of these a bit, but here's the current mando'a name chart for the CCs (plus rex!)

green words are ones I took directly from the mando'a dictionary, yellow words are technically non-canon but are basically real words, orange are words I made up that could probably be real words, and red ones are the ones I just mashed words together and they don't always make the most sense

I'm taking constructive criticism on some of these names! If you have a better mando'a name for a character (esp. one w a red name) I'd be happy to hear it!

edit: other name lists can be found here: 501st 212th !!

@moreespressoformydepresso

"So, what's with the paint?"

Bacara, at least, had the decency to turn one dark eye towards Thire as he spoke. Neyo didn't even bother turning around, focused solely on dismantling his blaster at the workstation with practiced hands.

"...You know..." Thire gestured vaguely to their armor with a flap of his hand. "Why does everyone in the GAR have to wear similar colors?"

"...They're not." Neyo was the one who answered- so he was listening!- although his curt tone held an air of "your're an idiot" to it.

Thire squinted at his back, wondering if he was falling into some sort of inside joke.

"No, I'm pretty sure most of them are almost the exact same color. In fact, you two are just a few shades apart."

Thire flicked his gaze over to Bacara, who was watching them both with the same silent intensity of a bursa right before it charged. Neyo had also stopped working and was staring Thire down with a thinned mouth.

"What colors am I wearing, Thire?"

"Uh.... Red?"

"And his?" Neyo jerked his chin towards Bacara.

"A... slightly different red?"

"...What color does Cody wear?"

"What kind of question is that?" Thire scoffed. "It's definitely pink!"

Neyo and Bacara shared a look that was not at all suspicious.

"How the hell did you make it off Kamino?" Neyo wondered aloud, which, true, but rude.

"Hey!"

"You're colorblind," Bacara's gruff voice cut through whatever further argument they were gearing up for.

Thire blinked. Then blinked again.

"Oh."

A pause.

"...So... Commander Cody doesn't wear pink?"

Neyo sighed loudly.

"No."

AAAHHH!!!

I'm speechless

Fox! How dare u to be so hot?!

Big credits to the editor @flybynite19!!!

Literally my perfect match. Them + Bacara and Neyo? Perfection.

✨The Commander Trifecta✨

Commander Fox edit credit: @flybynite19

Love them.

The exact image of Bacara I have in mind

Commander Bacara and Commander Neyo, just two chill dudes chilling.