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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?

I've been making this playlist, any song that reminds me of the clones I'm dumping in here.

If you have any recommendations, let me know!

A dazed Fox wakes up confused and alone with no functioning comm tools. Maybe it's not so bad to just lie down for a bit longer?

The artificial sunlight tricked his mind into believing feeling a subtle warmth on his exposed skin. The shallow breaths he took fueling bitingly cold somewhat sour air into his lungs told him otherwise. There was no smell or sound besides an eerily muffled gust of wind rustling along the heavy fabric of his kama. Strangely everything around him felt light and confusingly clear. No underlying pain in his temples, no insistent hunger in his stomach, no sticky sweat on his face trapped under a unmovable mask consisting of layers of duty, anxiousness and guilt.

Awareness creeping into his mind, he slowly started wondering where he was. The time didn't really matter, it was clearly some hours into the day cycle and he should probably tend to a duty someone brother now would have to cover in his stead. Thinking about leaving his work to someone else finally provided a string for his wandering thoughts to hold on to. Before trying to peel his eyes open he slowly started moving his fingers. Bending them one by one and relaxing again he didn't notice any strains. Continuing to take stock of the state of his body all he noticed was relaxed muscles and the desire to drift back into oblivious sleep.

Then the light before his closed lids started to dimm. He took a deep breath and finally opened his eyes to the sight of a cloudless orange tinged sky. With each intake of breath the weight returned to his limbs and chest. He recognized this view from the many trips around the upper levels on Triple 0. He did not recognize the silence. Slowly he turned his head to the right. Ok that hurt quite a lot. His bucket lay just out of reach mockingly facing his way, the dark visor mirroring his dazed eyes back at him. He should really try to reach for it and check his comms. But the crack running through the deep red plastoid already told him he'd definely need to schedule a trip to the armory and get a replacement. What a waste. Slowly he tried to lift his wrist comm into his line of sight only to stare into a empty slot on his vambrace. Maybe he should start worrying?

Before any (clearly unwarranted ?) thoughts of panic which would not lead to any solution could form he caught a glimpse of one of his blasters lying a few spaces next to his bucket. As much as knowing a weapon near probably increased his safety it was the barely noticable charm embedded into the handle he zeroed in on and was able to anchor his thoughts to. Surely his commanders were looking for him. Maybe he could just lay here for a bit longer and give into the urge to close his eyes again without risking to freeze to death once night settled in. Right?

Thire furiously leapt across the roofs of Coruscant. Why didn't Fox pick up any of his calls. His CO was not allowed to leave here without him, he would not take over the worst post of the whole corps after staying alive for two years on this cursed assignment - no chance.

His HUD pinged a notification that he was now close to the location his Marshall Commander had last been tracked at. Taking the indicated sharp left and skidding to a stop abruptly he almost missed the timing to make the last jump. He wasn't carless but seeing an unmoving brother flat on his back, the familiar dark brown curls surrounded by a dark substance stopped his heartbeat for a second before it came back in full force, trying to leap out his chest. No no no. What the kriff happened to never removing your helmet!

Thire closed the remaining distance in no time already kneeling down beside Fox while reporting the need for a medical evac over his wrist comm. His voice was steady, it didn't betray any of the worry clutching at his heart. The young commander knew better than to try and move someone with an obvious head injury so he forced himself to not do anything more than ripping off his gloves to feel for a pulse. It took a few seconds to register the faint but steady drum under his finger pads.

Only after taking a deep breath he registered how eerily alone they were up here. There was no real sign of a fight, but Fox bucket was destroyed and his comm was missing. His favorite blaster lay off to his side and Thire reached for it in an instance. The magazine was still full. His thumb lingered on the customized handle slowly tracing the pattern to distract himself from the rising pressure in his chest. The medics' eta of 2 minutes before touchdown flashed across his HUD. He redirected all communication to his vambrace and unsealed and lifted off his bucket. The air was crisp and slightly sour in his nostrils. His eyes fixated on the relaxed face of his oldest brother. Strangely even surrounded by blood the expression didn't seem out of place at all. Before the pressure in his chest could build any further Thire started counting the barely noticable freckles dotted across the tan complexion of Fox nose and cheeks.

Thire used the biggest tooka eyes to convince his fellow commanders that adding a totally harmless little charm to their favorite blasters would go unnoticed by everybody but him. Stone, Thorn and Fox folded like wet flimsiwork when he presented them with his selfmade trinkets begging them to accept a gift of their youngest commander. They didn't know he put a tracking device into it linked to and traceable only from his HUD. It was his best work yet.

Unlike his brothers, Marshall Commander Fox hadn't suffered a single scar on his regulation perfect face over the whole course of the war

The GAR's system armies returned to Coruscant to reunite with those who survived the war that had come to an abrupt break after High General Windu had decapitated the Chancellor to rescue General Skywalker. Suddenly the heart of the republic was flooded by men who had lost everything but themselves to protect it. Men who were trying to recognize their brothers in scarred faces and warm voices.

Fox had always been adamant about wearing his distinctive red armor. His bucket was the only face he'd ever shown to natborns and GAR troopers planetside Triple Zero alike.

The only sentients who had consciously looked into Fox eyes during the years of war shared on Coruscant were those on duty with the Guard. It was not like there was anything special to see, all his features were picture perfect according to the regs set up for the alpha CCs on Kamino. Not a single scar or hair out of place, no glint in his eyes and no personality to his curt responses.

Wolffe didn't recognize his little brother in the man standing in front of him. He didn't know that this was how Fox had been able to wear a thousand faces on Coruscant. That after Commander Stone had vanished during a prison riot one year into the war the Guard had never been able to retrieve his body, only his armor. That since then it had been Fox or Thorn who had worn it. Or how the Marshall Commander still desperately wished he had been the one wearing the SIC armor on an escort mission to Scipio. Wolffe didn't know the recently promoted Guard commander, a young CC named Thire, was way more experienced than his mission profiles let on.

Wolffe didn't know what Fox had not told him. He did not know how every single scar lighting into his brothers body had faded without medical attention. How the pure pain etched into the smooth skin over and over had made Fox numb. There was no sign or proof of what he had suffered. So Wolffe just handed the package he was tasked to deliver over to the blank version of Fox that Triple Zero had spat into his face, his cybernatic eye trying to catch any sign of what thoughts ran through the other's mind. It was one of the first times he could look into Fox eyes with no visor in between. He still came up empty.

A quiet "Thank you Commander" was all Wolffe got when Fox carefully accepted the bundled item with two hands and retreated into the empty room he and Thire had been assigned to. Wolffe wanted to scream at the door closing in front of his face. He just kept staring at it in silence.

Looking at the package didn't give away much about it's origins to Fox. It was a pathetic thing honestly, something small, not bigger than a pauldron but flat, and wrapped in old rags looking like some destroyed fabric from prison blacks. Fox hands began to tremble slightlyat the familiar smell. He carefully turned the bundle around.

There's a small piece of flimsi stuck to the back. Fox recognized the chicken scribble without reading the words. He knew it from thousands of little annotations that had been stuck to his data pads over the last years. He could not bring himself to decipher it.

Fox slowly unwrapped the item. The sharp edges would have cut into his skin if not for the gloves he was wearing. Thire had not yet convinced him to leave more than his bucket on the armor stack in the room.

Fox blinked at the shard in his hand. His own eyes stared back at him. His brothers' eyes stared back at him. His face looked like a million other faces on this force forsaken planet. He could be anyone, there were no actual scars on his skin that had been burned by lightning countless times.

But the face looking back at him was distorted by a single crack in the makeshift mirror, running straight along his nose and down to his left jaw. It was Thorn who was looking back at him. Thorn whose armor had been destroyed on Scipio. Thorn who had carried him through the pain and desperation when they had lost Stone. Thorn who he had trusted the most, whom he he had loved more than any other brother even his own batch. Thorn who had died kriffing a tenday before the war ended. It was Thorn's scar carefully etched into this small unpposio shard.

Fox clutched it like a a lifeline. His breathing started to rasp. Desperate for a word from the brother he had lost he tried to concentrate on the message that had been attached to the fabric. But the flimsi didn't offer any explanation, just two questions stealing more air from his lungs.

"Can you acknowledge that I live? That we lived?"

Fox armor clattered when he fell to his knees. A high keen tore from his throat before he began to weep loudly.

Wolffe overrode the door lock and ran to his little brother.

The cracked mirror resembles Thorn's facial scars to a t. It is wrapped in a piece of fabric of the same kind Stone wore on prison duty the day he died. It still smells like prison. Fox mourns the brothers who can only live on in his memory because Thire hasn't been around long enough. I wish this piece turned out different but I could not find the right words. Maybe I'll rewrite it one day. Inspired by @howdidthisevenhappenanyway's post on how Lichtenberg figures actually fade over time and this post by @cc-tens

corrie guard barracks bi weekly occurence

REPRESENTING TEAM CORUSCANT GAURD IN THE THEED GALACTIC REPUBLIC SUMMER OLYMPICS

I got a little distracted.. and made an olympic au. Might do other battalions. just a flat colored sketch to put the brainworms down on (digital) paper

close-ups of all of the coruscant guard for my olympics au.

this is set in Theed, Naboo (hence the aurebesh) hosted by the galactic republic for the summer olympics.

Well as a little funny thing outside of my match ups and fanfics. Send in a character from any of the Star wars stuff and I'll tell you if I think I'd get along with them. Or be their friend or worst nightmare.

Will be done with videos too. Because why the hell not. I need something funny to do outside of match ups.

Tag list Tag list: @loth-wolffe @din-djarins-riduur @degreeinsimping @slut4tech @kriffclone @discofern @stressedfroggy @gothy-froggy @blueplaidhood

inspired by those fics where fox gets injured and wakes up to the war being over and palpatine dead

average day at the corrie hq

Drunken commanders discussing the best way to kill the chancellor

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 !!

My own personal headcanon is that Thire was trained by Fordo and Stec and is also the subsequent reason why those two never got another cadet to train because he is now a menace and is into so many different things that Fox and Thorn haven't been able to keep track of any of the contraband that Thire has squirreled away.

I just really love Thire even though he's in like 2 things.

I live by the "Thire raised by Fordo and Stec" headcanon because it is so much fun. I also read something where Thire was the Corrie medic and so I added that design in too and I think it's cool if he sometimes works in the medbay even being a commander.

Also clone rebellion Thire!!!! I have plans for the design and I love him he 100% got his hair dyed to match Fox

Rex, Thire, and Comet forming their own little group because they were all adopted by a member of a CC batch.

All 3 of the meet up when they can at the beginning of the war to catch up and talk about their postings.

Rex and Thire curling up around Comet when the Triumphant and the 104th are almost wiped out.

The meetings steadily getting scarcer and scarcer as the war goes on and the relationship of the GAR and the Guard gets strained.

All 3 still trying to message each other despite the rumors, until Thire stops responding (they dont know about the guard comm blackout)

Rex and Comet meeting up still and falling asleep with a space saved between them for their missing brother.

I'm a huge sucker for those fics where someone gets changed back to a kid for a bit and yall gotta know.

If it happened to Thire, Fox would have to be constantly checking to make sure corrie hq hasn't been invaded by Alpha clones. Nothing could keep Stec and Fordo from checking on their cadet and its even better cause they're sometimes stationed on Coruscant so they always take the time to visit.

Just think of little baby Thire staring down from Fordo's arms while he snacks on a treat while watching Stec gush over having new cadets. 17 probably feels a shiver go down his back from all the way on Kamino and comms Fox because damn if it dont feel like when the disaster brigade tried to abduct his cadet when they were young.

Thire keeps picking up strays and the rest of command doesn't know what to do about it

Thire leaving for patrol and coming back with a Jedi he found in a dumpster.

Hound: I could bench press you.

Thorn: You couldn’t bench press anyone…. Well, maybe Thire. He’s tiny.

Thire: I know where you keep your diary.

Thorn:

Hound: You have a diary-