Cal Sparrow

My clone cadet oc Aleluia and Numa playing with Beskar the Vulptex plushie and [REDACTED] the Tooka in the Jedi Temple in the aftermath of chapter 42 of my Clone Wars fic:

Art by @cal-sparrow

… yeah. Rex+Cody reunion feels. Goes with Live to Fight Another Day but also just is a tcw/postOrder66trauma mood in general. Cody’s had some hard times.

(Pls read ltfad for that sweet sweet codex angst.)

Live to Fight Another Day sketchdump. Most of these were kind of drawn for the discord (link to the discord is at the end of latest chapter).

By the way for your entertainment: while making that gif, I of course could not resist doing this. Cody looks WEIRD in all that extra STUFF. Wild. Also Sorry about Cody’s antenna/Rex’s pauldron being on the wrong sides of their armor, obviously the bodies weren’t meant to be this way xP

By the way for your entertainment: while making that gif, I of course could not resist doing this. Cody looks WEIRD in all that extra STUFF. Wild. Also Sorry about Cody’s antenna/Rex’s pauldron being on the wrong sides of their armor, obviously the bodies weren’t meant to be this way xP

It was raining. It’d been raining since they’d crashed on this kriffing rock. It almost reminded him of Kamino but there had been something beautiful about the of cold, about Kamino. Too small for a name, a desert except for the monsoons, the planetoid was supposed to be a convenient scouting post. Zygerria had gotten there first. Rex’s foot slipped in the mud and he fell to his knees. The impact was a dull throb through his aching body, barely lightened by the armor. Just like Cody. Still trying to protect me. The plastoid didn’t fit quite right. For all that they were twins, he’d always been a bit broader. Days in the field and nights in the range had only made it more true. He couldn’t just leave it there though. The only thing he had left of a full squad of brothers, the proof of death of his closest.

It’d echoed emptily when they’d thrown it into his cell. Rex tipped his head back and let the rain wash the silt from his face. He contemplated lying down, letting the mud swallow him as it had their shattered ship. In the rain they wouldn’t have been able to light pyre anyway. Drowning, starvation or recapture. Rex dragged himself to his feet.

Ni su'cuyi.

I will die here.

Gar kyr'adyc.

At least he didn’t have to die like this.

He’d strapped on the armor slowly, memorizing the look of each piece. The scars that showed wounds that it had once protected his vod’ika from. No more. Rex’s pauldron was a heavy weight against Cody’s shoulder. The wound in his side pulled and burned with every step. Rain snapped against the plastoid like blaster shots. His head spun. Cody knew he might be going in circles but there wasn’t much he could do at this point. There was no bacta on this rock, his wounds alone would kill him. At least he’d been shot before putting on the armor. Short range, it wouldn’t have helped, but Rex would’ve been pissed he’d kriffed up the chestpiece. Cody stifled a manic laugh. Rex would’ve taken the shot for me. He’d still have been mad about the armor. He wished he had his brother’s helmet. Rex had never been prouder that the day Jango had award him the eyes. The thought of it lost, like the brothers they’d come with, burned him.

It was hard to tell with the storm but he supposed it could be night. One more time. Cody drew a shaky breath, his voice ragged as murmured his brother’s names. One more time. Maybe someone will add me to their list tomorrow.

Ni su'cuyi.

For the moment.

Gar kyr'adyc.

Cody and Rex of recent chapters of Live to Fight Another Day