#clone commander appo

The 501st

Made a new 501st design, I’m quite satisfied with the outcome considering that it’s almost completely freehanded.

Title: Home

Prompt: celebration

Summary: Ahsoka returns to the 501st after being kidnapped during the Second Battle of Felucia.

Words: 944

Warnings: none

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For May01st Week hosted by @may01st

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The ride back to Coruscant was quiet. Ahsoka, O-Mer, and Jinx huddled together and finally fell asleep under the watchful eyes of Chewbacca and the Wookiees who had come to rescue them. Chewbacca woke them a few minutes before the ship landed on one of the platforms at the Jedi Temple.

Master Windu and Master Yoda were waiting for them when they touched down, along with a couple of other Jedi. Once the reunions were over on the platform, Ahsoka made her way to the Padawan quarters where she had a bed and a trunk. She retrieved a clean set of clothing and headed for the shower. She didn’t linger as long as she’d have liked to, but reported to the Halls of Healing for a checkup.

Ahsoka sat still as the Jedi healer checked her over and pronounced her in good health, aside from some dehydration and minor injuries from her ordeal on the moon, and her fight with the Trandoshan, Garnac. The healer gave her a couple of vitamins packs, bacta salve for her wounds, and some hydration sticks.

Anakin was waiting for Ahsoka when she left the Halls.

“We’ve been told to report to the Resolute. We have another mission.”

An Appo who's now in control of the 501st, would Rex congratulate him? Would Appo think about all the brothers he's lost? Does he blame himself for what happened on Umbara?

But what matters to him right now is protecting what he has left.

Then the temple siege happens.

11/19/2024: Appo

CT-1119 on 11/19!

(If anyone could tell me why, instead of making a quick lil sketch, I ended up spending all afternoon insanely filling in a grid of dots & X's, I would appreciate it. I was asking myself that the entire time...)

And new Windu with his apprentice Depa Billaba. This woman has her place in this story and I love her so much. She is so strong in comics, and they show too little about her in series, but she was in live action so she absolutely deserve to be playable.

Dogma?

Dogma stands at attention with the rest of his squad at Commander Appo’s orders, just waiting. Over a private comm between the four of them, Tup’s started complaining.

Dogma kind of gets it, they’ve been standing at attention for a while, here in their ventaor’s hangar. Still—the commander doesn’t do these things without reason, and he’s here standing at attention just like the rest of them. 

The calm is abruptly broken by the arrival of a civilian ship. 

“Sir,” Dogma interjects—what are civilians doing here? Zeffo has a strict schedule of outside supplies and those traders never stop by here first.

“Stand down, Private,” Commander Appo interrupts him. “We’re expecting them.”

After a few minutes, the civilian ship’s ramp descends and an armoured Mandalorian comes out, jogging lightly. 

“Commander!” the Mandalorian says with a lyrical voice, quickly reaching them and extending an arm. The commander does the same and is unsurprised by the odd way the Mandalorian shakes his hand, clasping his wrist firmly. “It’s good to finally meet the man Alpha-38 has been waxing poetic about.”

Commander Appo ducks his head. “Treay isn’t the kind of person to, uh, wax poetic.”

“Not to you, maybe.” The Mandalorian turns to the squad. “So—who are you sending with us this time?” They don’t sound particularly happy about…whatever is going on. 

And more than that: this time?

“General Fett and Captain Maze gave those orders and they haven’t rescinded them.” The commander turns to the squad. “This is one of my battalion’s newest squads. You know Maze’s standards; I never expect to get new squads. Fresh lieutenant Trudie, then Privates Pyth, Tup, and Dogma.”

The Mandalorian hums. “Well. Hopefully it’ll go better than the last squad.”

What last squad?

Tup, as usual, ends up voicing the questions Dogma keeps to himself. “What last squad? Uh, sir. Sirs?”

The Mandalorian snickers. “Yeah, Appo, what last squad?”

The commander looks away from all of them. “It’s not my fault I couldn’t keep a hold of them. The moment you left, Captain Maze was comming to ask to reassign them! There was chatter about making them commanders! They were shinies, Fett!”

The Mandalorian outright cackles at that. “The former lieutenant is doing quite well as Ponds’s aide and everyone else have great positions as captains. That wasn’t just me, either, you had them for a while before you pawned them off on me!”

“The issue is that Captain Maze didn’t tell me who you were, really, before you got here,” the commander shoots back.

Dogma raises his hand tentatively. “Uh, sirs. Who are you exactly? How do we address you?”

The Mandalorian cocks their head; it’s weird to see a bucket move like one of theirs when it looks so different. “You can call me Spar.”

“Ah,” Commander Appo says, and he makes a coughing noise and goes back into parade rest. “This is Akaanik’sha Fett, High General Fett’s younger brother. He helped train some of the Alpha clones and commanders. He’s apparently a natural teacher for command. Alpha-38 claims that all of the command training modules were based off of how High General Fett taught him growing up. You’ll be accompanying his party on their business to Zeffo.”

That’s incredible! That means he helped make and teach all of the rules and regulations the command officers go by! “Just calling you, uh, Spar doesn’t seem respectful enough, sir.”

In answer to that, General Fett’s brother puts his fists on his hips, above his oddly heavy looking kama, and leans back, tilting his helmet visor towards the commander. 

“That one is Dogma,” the commander says helpfully.

General Fett’s brother nods and does some movement with one hand, bringing it up with his thumb and forefinger out and pulling them down in front of his visor, bringing the pads of the fingers together as he does. “You can call me Commander Fett, then, if you insist,” he finally says. “I am an al’verde to most Mandalorians. And you will call my friends Master—we’ll be going to Zeffo with two Jedi, Master Eno Cordova, a human man, and Master Luminara Unduli, a Mirialan woman. You can either call them Master and their surname or Master and their given name.”

All four of them nod, and Dogma can feel his excitement growing. It’s one thing to accompany someone like Commander Fett, who has played such a big role in the development of the clone officers’ system, but that they’re also accompanying Jedi? The people they were always told they’d be working under, before the last year or so before the war when everything changed?

He can’t help but be even more excited.

Then, surprisingly, Commander Fett takes his helmet off.

He looks a lot like a clone, but Dogma thinks the shape of his face and his eyes are both a little different. There are a lot of other differences, too—Dogma doesn’t think any of them, even the clone commanders, would get away with the gold jewellery on the bridge of his nose between his eyes and on either side of his mouth, though they might get away with the lines of gold that go from the corners of his eyes down to the jewellery by his mouth, and especially not the ring on his nose and even Tup has to keep his hair pulled tight back to avoid getting in trouble for keeping it so long. Commander Fett’s hair is a bit of a wild mess.

Tup is going to be ridiculous about his hair after this. 

Commander Fett smiles brightly at them. “It will be good to work with you.”

Dogma feels a little like aiwhas are flying around in his stomach. “And you, Commander.”