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Aye! I am back and throwing another Shirtless Clone Sketch out into the void of Tumblr! This time it’s Clone Lieutenant Jesse! Stuff below if you wanna read!

the nose scrunch has me CHOKKKEEDDDD

(...) He used to have million of brothers. Now, he’s the last. But he still hears them. They whisper to him(...)

Star Wars Adventures #7 

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I followed her him through the tunnels streets as I force him back to the rendezvous point where Commander Tano will be waiting to take him into custody, through the bustling streets I catch a glimpse of Mauls long red braids? I turn the corner to see him laughing with night sister woman child-? Ventress! I spin back around the corner pressing my back into the wall as someone shoves past me.

When did I get back to the surface, where is my squad, commander Tano? My arm is brought up to run through my hair. Hair? There’s a short tuft of hair covering my head spikey from regrowth, looking at my arm there’s no armor-? What? What’s happening-?

Maul! He must be doing this! I poke my head around the corner and he’s no longer there neither is ventress. A hand grabs my shoulder pulling me back slamming me into the wall. The back of my head cracks against the hard surface vision tunneling all I can see is a pale yellow as I will my vision to clear his black markings and sharp horns his sharp teeth bared arm pressed into my neck shaking as I struggle against his grip I can see ventress over his shoulder snickering.

No no no NO.

This isn’t happening again- why can’t he just kill me put me out of my misery I don’t want to be apart of his sick game anymore please

Please

‘Buir?’

He she croaks tears threatening at her eyes.

It’s a child

Her covered by Scarlett bangs and long twin braids that reach her knees

It’s a child

About Ashoka’s age when he had first met her maybe younger- oh how he missed his vod’ika

It’s a child

‘No’ she whispers her resolve cracking grip loosening on his throat ‘your not him’

Oh and how heartbroken she sounds, a questioning squeak sounds from behind her a small dathomirian girl a clones helmet propped on her white hair like a hat when their eyes meet she slips the bucket on protecting her like a safety blanket.

Their children,

The redhead is shaking furiously her grip easily broken I gently grab her hands.

Breathe ad’ika breathe it’s ok, I’m here, I’m not your Buir but I’ll see what I can do to help you kid. Promise. My gaze darts between her and her sister? Daughter? Maybe?

That seems to snap her back to reality a snarl rips across her face sharp teeth barred.

‘Don’t look at her! Stay away from her traitor, don’t you ever even think about her! Or me I know what you did! Stay away from us!’

Her voice cracks and tears spill down her cheeks, I reach to comfort her not thinking, hugs ahsoka loved hugs when she was sad-

Oh,

A sharp pain pierces through my abdomen looking down I see a vibroblade jammed in my stomach the girl yanks it out just as fast looking at her as I slide down the wall she backs away scared, I try to reach out reassure her that everything is ok but the words die in my throat and before I know it she’s zipping away a tight grip on the small child’s hand.

They blur in the distance, wow… they must be … really … fast soon all I can she is their retreating form as I slide onto my side.

…

Boots come into my field of vision

I make an aborted move to swat them away

Have to … make sure ahsoka got away safe

He loves watching the lights.