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A little more of my new found WIP XD

It's almost done

“Sometimes I wish I’m waking up- wake up back on Kamino.” Fox murmured and the two Commanders looked at him. “I tell myself that I’m ready. To leave everything behind. To leave my body- it’s of no use anyway. But then my mind could just…be free.” He sighed and rolled his eyes upwards to the ceiling. “Not marching on. No. But maybe fly through this galaxy and see all the nice things. No demanding and hysterical senators. No CSF officers pressuring us. No Chancellor controlling us. I could be free. Just free.” Cody swallowed. He heard that before. He didn’t glance at Wolffe, didn’t want to see his own expression on his vod’ika’s face. He took a step forward and then waited until Fox decided to acknowledge his presence again. Cody counted the seconds, waiting. It felt like years had gone by before Fox’s eyes flicked to him.

So of course this goes straight back to you @hastalavistabyebye

The elevator slowed down and a moment later the doors slid open. Without hesitation, the troopers moved past him, shoulder checking him because they knew that while they were still on their ship…there was no danger of Fox arresting them for their inadequate behavior towards the Marshall Commander of the Coruscant Guard. He waited for a second and then another, watching the men’s backs and just before the doors began to close- he stepped out and into yet another long gray corridor. He didn’t want to be here, he thought as he walked down, keeping his gaze up and forward to ignore the bright lights on the side walls. His armor plates clinked, moving with every step because they no longer fit him. His stomach clenched but he continued forward. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be here. The longer he stayed on this ship, the higher the possibility that his former batch member would see him. He couldn’t bear the thought of Cody seeing him like this. See Fox as this…shell of his former self. Fox’s laugh had been the loudest back on Kamino. He'd been the one to come to when others had felt terrible after another harsh training session. They had said that Fox was their therapy because if they hugged and cuddled with him throughout the night… then everything was better the next morning. Fox had been the one to remember all the other CCs' favorite ration bars and which kind of protein mush they had hated. They used to play with his hair and hold his hand when he’d gotten scolded by a trainer. How they had rounded up to his pod after each medical inspection just to feel more protected. Fox was the youngest and yet, with the distance to his home planet, he felt the oldest on Coruscant.

The engine rumbled underneath his feet but Bail couldn’t use the vibrations as an excuse for his shaking hands. He couldn’t believe it. Yes, he had seen Clones in action- has seen and witnessed their bravery on a battlefield. But this was different. This had to be different. Because he had seen a Clone flinch. Had seen and heard the boy’s flinch when he’d nearly been hit by a blaster. Bail kept his gaze to the window, knowing that if he looked at the boys, saw the dents in their armor, looked into their faces behind those helmets, then Bail would lose it. He would truly lose it. A sense of cold sunk through his coat, into his skin, when Bail leaned back against the wall- copying the boys. His fingers twitched, curled into fists and he crossed his arms. But a flash of light, a twitch of an arm- was all it took for Bail to turn his head and look at Fox next to him. The boy had been organizing the arrival of the smugglers ever since they had stepped into the transporter. Wearing his helmet to soften the surrounding noises, Fox had been standing quietly next to Bail. But now he raised his hands, taking off his helmet. Tired eyes looked down at the helmet- lips pursing before another flash of light distracted the boy. Eyes flicked forward, back down and finally he attached his helmet back to his belt. And he noticed Bail’s stare.

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To my shame...it's all from my newest project instead of my older or current ones...

First Line:

Lights glared down on armor plates while boots thundered down the corridors of the Resolute. Clones stopped once Wolffe stormed past them, standing straight and saluting the Commander. A gray shadow in a sea of blue. Wolffe wished his men were with him but they had their mission- and Wolffe threatened them to high heaven if they messed this up… The floor was shining, reflecting the lights in a never ending cycle. Every room Wolffe had seen, had glanced inside, were all spotless. No stains, no rumpled sheets, no scuff marks. He hadn’t expected anything less from Cody. His Ori’vod had arrived earlier on Coruscant with Rex together, so it wasn’t a surprise that Cody had gone through the Resolute for a “surprise inspection”. Because everything had to be perfect. Nothing couldn’t- wouldn’t be allowed to amiss. They all had planned, worked in secret. Just for this moment.

And Last Line:

Fox looked at Wolffe, watching him as the older clone took off his helmet. His cybernetic eye glowed, staring into whatever was left of Fox’s soul. A clinking sound and then Cody took off his helmet next- his scar swirling shadows over his face. Do you remember me? Fox thought as he looked at the two. Do you remember us? Any moment now and they’d order him to take off his helmet and to expect a punch, an insult. Fox grinded his teeth, trying to stay present in the moment. To be honest, he didn’t know what exactly to expect as it had never been these two. It was usually another commanding officer who was angry at Fox for…whatever. Please remember me, he thought again. Because I don’t remember who I used to be. Images flashed through his mind. Of his batch and him. During training, helping another. During lunch breaks, sharing their rations. During nights, when they cuddled up to stay warm during the cold seasons. It didn’t feel real now that Fox thought about it. It has been such a long time…did it even happen? Did he imagine it? Fox kept looking at the two commanders, watching how they attached their helmets to their belts. And then they looked back at him.

And as always

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I just know once it's finished it's gonna make you cry and I can't wait for your reaction XD

First line:

Lights glared down on armor plates while boots thundered down the corridors of the Resolute. Clones stopped once Wolffe stormed past them, standing straight and saluting the Commander. A gray shadow in a sea of blue. Wolffe wished his men were with him but they had their mission- and Wolffe had threatened them to high heaven if they messed this up for him…

Aaaaaand the Last line:

Fox’s helmet dropped to the floor. Cody raised his hand again, hesitating and too scared to touch this version of his baby brother. And then Fox flinched. He flinched. His head twitched with such force that his armor clinked and he took a step back, creating space between Cody and himself.

And this goes right back to you~~~ @hastalavistabyebye

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Took a while to find the time and motivation to write BUT!!!

I've started on the next chapter for my Cal Time Travel fic

Cal didn’t know when it had happened, when he’d lost focus. But the sight of his teacher standing in front of them, talking about history- Cal had begun to feel calm. It was an unfamiliar kind of calm. He couldn’t quite grasp it but it settled something deep inside him. As if he’d been missing these moments for years. The soft and gentle tone of their teacher, explaining, helping and guiding them to the solution of different questions. The familiar steps on tiles as the man walked from one side of the room to the other. This was where Cal belonged. Where he felt at home. Here with his friends, in the temple. With other Jedi around to help them figure out how to become their best selves. But somewhere in-between, lost in the comfort of the situation- Cal heard a sniffle. A hiccup followed soon afterwards. Cal couldn’t react fast enough, couldn’t hold on to the comfort as it was pushed away by the sense of dread, of guilt. He’d blinked, and blinked again- until he was back in the here and now. And saw his fellow Initiate next to him. 

As always

This goes right back to you @hastalavistabyebye

It's been a while XD

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Have some BB Cal!! For a change

It spread slowly at first but now his whole body was all tensed up. His shoulders ached and his legs felt restless. Cal could no longer hear, no longer feel the vibrations of the venator monstrosity- it was too big. Instead, his sole focus was on the door. The gray metal. The coldness coming off of it in waves that Cal’s fingers could feel without touching. He's still too nervous, too anxious to decorate this room- still unsure if he was allowed to. It felt like the gray metal plate was mocking him, laughing about him for being too scared. He was a Padawan now. He should be proud and excited- even if his Master hasn't… It's just the mess hall, Cal reminded himself. And the troopers…they're good men. No need to be anxious. And yet Cal stood in front of his door for almost 30 minutes. Just staring. Just…too afraid to leave the room. Cal was sure that the men were still laughing about his…episode…in the hangar. Or were at least annoyed that a kid was now joining their battalion.  He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, hands wringing and then grabbing onto his tunic. He clenched his hands, pulling on the fabric. It's just the mess hall. He nodded, inhaling deeply and reached out. Just one step….just one…Cal stepped backwards, ducking his head and looking at the metal flooring. He can't do it. 

And it's gonna right back to you XD

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His eyes stared ahead. He didn’t need to look around the hall. He didn’t need to see the alphas getting their assignments from the trainers. He didn’t need to see the Kaminii across from them, talking in their quiet and slow way about the next line of production and their costs to senators. Bacara’s finger tapped once against the side of his datapad, his own assignment ready to brief him of his future. His arms tensed as he held the datapad behind his back, still aching from the training of the previous day. He flicked his eyes to the side, allowing himself just this one weakness before staring back ahead. His brothers all stood next to him, their own assignments in their hands as they stood at attention, listening eagerly to their trainer talking about hardships, honor and a glorious death. Bacara’s heart ached. He was glad it had been him who’d gotten this assignment, had been working day and night for this outcome and yet… And yet it was difficult to accept now that it would be happening. He breathed calmly, knowing that his brothers were hoping their trainer finished his speech soon so they could relax. Hope, that they could talk one last time but they all knew it wouldn’t happen. The second the natborn was done- they would leave for their ships. Bacara swallowed his sadness, glancing at his kih’vod next to him for just another second. He could feel the anxiety coming off of him in waves that seemed to crash everyone’s soul- and yet the Jedi on the other side of the hall didn’t pay any attention to them, too deep in discussions with other trainers. His kih’vod was so scared, so anxious and it broke Bacara’s heart. “I love you, Ten’ika.” Bacara whispered, keeping his gaze forward. The natborn looked over at the two of them, now talking about duties and memories of their training. “Never doubt that.” Bacara added and for a moment he feared Fox didn’t hear him with how quiet he had to talk. But his Ten’ika seemed to stand straighter, his mind gradually calming down. The moment the natborn was done, the line of CCs separated as they each walked towards their own ships and battalions. Bacara wanted to reach out, hold Ten’ika’s hand, hug him and tell his kih’vod one more time that he loved him. But the Jedi with the long head called Bacara’s number- Fox’s hand twitched as they walked separate ways and Bacara felt a wave of love being sent in his direction. Bacara wanted to curse the galaxy that would keep them apart.