#corries

Obi-wan: *taking a long drag of straight vodka* force, this tastes like shit. i miss spotchka. Fox: *head on table, only hair visible to the screen* hound brewed some brandy. obi-wan: *raises brow* and how's that going fox: i feel like i just downed paint thinner obi-wan: so well, then fox: fuckin' awesome

intersperced with

Obi-wan: did you hear the idiot from Corellia? Saying that they didn't want any aid from our troops? she's just going to allow her people to be taxed within their lives by the separatists fox: oh, that's nothing. after the meeting she tried to talk up the chancellor in order to get some mineral grants. it was honestly disgusting obi-wan: not while I'm drinking, fox. ew.

Obi-wan: i caught the tail end of Senator . . . Fox: *already groaning* bonteri obi-wan: *nodding profousely* bonteri's speech. there was not a word of sense in the entire damn thing, was there? unless I missed something fox: you missed more bullshit obi-wan: hm. I thought so

but while it's mainly just them bitching, they accidentally uncover Palpatine this way.

He just needs more kisses!

The follow up!

I have different traditions I'm writing out in my fics, with the GAR battalions having different ways of painting their shells. But through them all, whether they earn their paint or it' the first thing they do off Kamino, every single one of them views it as a reflection of themselves.

the only proofs of sentience they have, in the war.

The Guard can't do that. For their own safety, they are exactly the same, interchangeable. So think they value their names more. Names are something they don't tell the natborns (again safety reasons).

They're something held onto, shared only amongst vod'e, the people yu love. They're a reflection of each clone, a tidbit of their personality, their humour, their experiences. They're a claim to sentience.

And then, after all that was floating about my brain, I read Life During Wartime by chermit on ao3 (link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43729021?view_full_work=true) There's this piece in it, I'm actually just going to quote it directly because it's so good:

"A clone's armor was like a Jedi's lightsaber: it was a part of its owner, and to sacrifice it was to sacrifice a part of one's self. To force that selfhood onto another clone, to take away a dead man's identity and replace it, was equally abhorrent.

While Rex gave away his own soul, piece by piece, Mace knelt down beside Fox and hesitantly placed his hands on the side of his head!