#clone oc's

Another speed painting that I decided to mess around with a bit. It's supposed to be like the lights on a transport of some kind are passing over him as he watches from his sniper position. I was going to do more with it, but ran out of steam. So this will work for now! A still of the animation included below the cut.

Coruscant’s lower levels are smoky and grimy, and the Force in the area feels even worse. There’s a serious amount of Darkness down here, something that even the Jedi aren’t able to make much of an impact in. There’s just too much suffering down here for them to make an enormous dent, no matter how hard they try. But the Darkness doesn’t stop Kamisa from seeing; it just makes it difficult and a little gross.

And that’s not that much of a problem, when she’s able to see the brilliant lights of her home shining through it. It’s just like the smog up top, in the end. A bright enough Light is able to cut through it.

And a bright enough Light would also be a beacon. --

No matter how lost a Jedi is, no matter how far away, or how bad their time away has been, they can always find their way home in the Temple.

The clones are slowly starting to learn that, too.

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Event fic posted!

This fic was written for the 2024 Insert Title Here event, where you handed out fic titles, got three of your own back, and wrote fics based on them!

Did some retconning concerning the ages and heights of our OC’s based on Tem’s height, so uuhh have them all again.

Also consider this an invitation to ask any questions about them!

"You're shaking."

"Thank you for the wonderful observation, Irnes." The man sitting in the wooden chair sighed, a needle still buried deep in his arm as blood flowed into a small bag hung nearby. The sleeve was pulled and pinned back, revealing pale and sickly skin with stark veins under the skin. "I'm fine, really. Just... tired."

Irnes sighed, his eyes hidden behind his mask as he reached over, putting a gentle hand on Earl's shoulder. He didn't fail to notice Earl's flinch at the motion, which made his heart hurt. "It's been some time since you've eaten or drank anything. I know you feel sick, but perhaps I could implore you to drink?" The clone was careful to select his words, not wanting to come on too strong. Earl was giving him frail trust, and he didn't care to ruin it.

"Water... would be nice." Earl murmured, not used to be talked to with such a gentle tone. It was odd, seeing a man with the same face as the others talk to him like he was a human being, and not just an experiment. "Please."

"Of course. Would you like some food as well? Perhaps a soup?"

Earl shook his head. "I don't think I can keep it down. It hurts..." His hand naturally strayed to his stomach, painfully empty but unable to consume. It made his throat close just at the thought of eating. "I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from your work for something so trivial..."

"Nonsense." Irnes returned with a full glass, carefully resting it in Earl's shaking hands. "Drink. You body must replenish what it has lost. I'm surprised you have not passed out yet, losing that much blood would usually kill a human."

"I'm no human. You know this." Earl's tone was bitter as he sipped at the cup, spilling a little down his front. "Ah... Oh dear."

Like magic, Irnes was there to dab at the mess with a handkerchief, his expression painfully neutral. He didn't show any signs of annoyance or anger, like the others. He simply helped, then withdrew calmly. "While you are not completely human, you were created from one. That means your body still bears human needs." Irnes tucked his handkerchief away, checking the blood bag. "I believe that is enough. They're awfully wasteful, the others. I will have them let off for a while, you need to recover."

"But-"

"No buts. You're shaking uncontrollably and cannot eat, let alone stand." Irnes was right, but Earl hated recognizing it. It meant that the others would be angry. He didn't like what they did when they were angry. "You will rest. Unless you do so now, your body will decide when to do it for you."

"...Alright. Help me get to bed?"

Irnes smiled, one of the few smiles that Earl didn't find unnerving. "Of course." The clone walked over, gently taking Earl's arm and letting him lean against his side. "I will stay until you fall asleep, if you like?"

"...That would be nice. Thank you." Earl smiled, though it was weary and strained. "Truly, thank you. You have been a better friend than anyone I have met thus far."

"That is because those bastards do not treat you fairly. But I will always be by your side when you need me. Know this, dear Earl." Irnes smiled haphazardly, though it was nothing like the cold quality of Prime's grin. No, it was... warm. Oddly so. "I will not let you suffer at the hands of those who do not see your value."

Earl was only half listening now, his body aching as he struggled to make the final steps to the bed. Irnes helped him lay down properly, even fluffing the pillows so Earl's neck wouldn't hurt, carefully slotting them under the already half asleep clone's head. It wouldn't do for him to be in more pain then he already was.

"...D'you think the stars see?"

"Hm?"

Earl muttered something then promptly fell asleep, still on top of the blankets and dressed in all his layers. His black hair was greasy and tangled from a day's worth of tests, glasses still perched on his nose and in danger of falling off completely as Irnes plucked them off the smaller clone's face, careful to undo the chain that held them around Earl's neck, setting them aside on the small shelf near the cot.

"Goodnight, dear. Get some rest." Irnes was tempted to stay just a little longer, but he did have to report back to Prime. So instead he merely tucked the blanket over Earl so he wouldn't freeze, careful to add another layer on top just in case. He then blew out the candle by the bedside, plunging the room into a soft darkness.

"They will no longer torment you. I will ensure it."

With that, he left, his hands folded curtly behind his back as he prepared to face the harsh cold of Prime's lab once more, knowing full well that something would run amuck.