#hardcount

oh no now i ship it D:

:wheeze: well alright then

AITA for refusing to retire?

I (80M) am a high-ranking member of the Confederacy of Independent Systems and my partner (12M) is a clone trooper of the Grand Army of the Republic. The amount of time we have been together, as well as how our relationship began, are immaterial to the matter at hand. My partner has recently demanded that if we are to continue our relationship then I must resign from my position in the CIS and denounce my involvement with the Separatist cause. He admits that the Galactic Republic has its issues of corruption and lack of regard towards the peoples outside the Galactic Interior; however, he then turned around and claimed that the Confederacy's alliance with corporations such as the Banking Clan, the Trade Federation, the Techno Union, the Commerce Guild, etc., proves that the Separatist movement exists for no reason more than to take advantage of genuine grievances against the Galactic Republic for the sake of war profiteering. He accused me to my face of intimidating worlds into joining the CIS, or even just allowing our forces to occupy their planets without resisting, like some kind of thug! When I reasonably pointed out that his very existence is proof of the Galactic Republic's refusal to see reason and allow our worlds to secede peacefully (and that our infantry forces are droids, not enslaved sentients) he blew up at me. He yelled that droids are sentients, enslaved by their programming and the use of restraining bolts and memory wipes, that him and his "brothers" being enslaved doesn't make the CIS any more morally upright, and that me bringing up his enslavement at all for the sake of "earning points in an argument" was a generally shitty thing to do. The argument continued and eventually I had to tell him point-blank that I refuse to abandon the Confederacy of Independent Systems and its cause. He called me an "irredeemable Sith jackass" and a "Separatist scumlord" who cares more about "the bottom-line than actual [expletive] lives" then stormed out. We haven't seen each other face-to-face since then, but he has text-commed me declaring that his and his "brothers'" lives aren't "a damned [expletive] thought exercise", reaffirming that if I truly cared for him, I would resign from my post, and demanding that I apologize for "being such a dick."

That wasn’t going to stop him from taking advantage of the situation, mind.

He leaned a little more firmly into General Dooku’s side and eyed the Separatist senator chatting them up with distaste. The general allowed the breach of protocol to pass unremarked upon, by all appearances deeply-engrossed in the conversation, but the hand on Hardcase’s bare hip gave a sharp squeeze.

A warning to behave, most likely. Which made sense, given that they were neck-deep in Separatist territory pretending to be a deserter and his pet clone.

For this ask game

Oh my sweet jesus, I must be stopped. I'm sorry, this isn't what you asked for.

UM. I'D USE A READMORE BUT THE APP BROKE THEM. SPICINESS AHEAD. NOT SAFE FOR WHALES.

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Hardcase has what his vode like to call 'questionable taste.'

The only question on his mind when he's loaned out to the 66th Battalion as a demo expert is, Can I get a taste of that?

General Dooku is tall and imposing and elegant and looks like he could fuck Hardcase up against a wall. He looks like he'd keep 'Case on his knees for hours and then not even let him come, afterwards. Or make him clean up the mess with his tongue. He looks like--

--like he knows exactly what Hardcase is thinking, whoops.

Not the best first impression Hardcase could have made; not the worst first impression Hardcase has made, though.

*keysmash* omgggg!

There was just something about Dooku that made Hardcase throw logic out of the window.

Under normal circumstances, he knew better than to make eyes at a nat-born, Jedi or otherwise, but he was just so arresting. Refined and self-assured—a little snobbish but essentially good-natured—even the fact that he'd left the Jedi Order years before the war couldn't put Hardcase off. And, because he of who he was as a person, he also couldn't find it within himself to keep that interest under wraps.

"Good work, Corporal," the general said, as the dust began to settle and the 66th rushed into the Separatist base. "Commander Felix and I appreciate your assistance."

"Happy to help, sir," Hardcase chirped, fairly melting at the praise. "Mind if I go join the fun?"

General Dooku eyed him sternly for a long moment before inclining his head. "Very well. Although, I would advise caution; the rest of my lineage would no doubt be quite distraught were I to return you in less than pristine condition."