does anyone on the squad have a special someone other than Juliette? 🥺🥺
*squeals* yes! Can you tell I’m a little bit of helpless romantic? I grew up on Disney movies, don’t judge me!!!! 😭😭
Obviously Juliette has/had romantic relationships with Fang, Digger, Fury, and one other clone I never talked about because it was two dates (but y’all can speculate), but her boys also have partners.
The most notable one is Mirage, who dates and marries Nala Phish, a Twi’lek singer and dancer from Vixnix. She is a childhood friend of Juliette’s, who radiates confidence versus Mirage’s shy, wallflower attitude when he’s not on the battlefield.
Max has a partner named Tay (they/them, but won’t get too upset if called she by accident). They’re also a Twi’lek, working at a fancy restaurant on Coruscant as a waiter. Max is 5’7” and kind of naive, and Tay is 5’11 without high heels and fiercely protective of their short pilot boyfriend and his brothers.
I do have plans to put Nala’s sister, Anneliese, with someone too, just not sure who as the original plan was Coyote and I no longer think they’ll be good fit.
Juliette’s other childhood friend, Faye, is still up in the air as well, since I’m still playing with her character.
Cosmos’s main love interest that he ends up with is a Pantoran, but he will have a few boyfriends before they’re officially together again after Order 66. And this Pantoran has two little sisters, one of which will end up with Squirrel 100%.
I got a couple more love interests I’m fleshing out, but I got to figure out where they’ll fit in the story. Most notable of which is Boomerang and Hardwire’s partners as they’ve not been introduced yet; I want them to find someone!
The only one I can confidently say will not have love interest in the story is Cooper. He doesn’t want one, he’s not interested, he’s very happy being a single dad with his adopted children and being an uncle to his nieces and nephews. Keep that romance away from him.
Also: not part of the 952nd, riot trooper Berri has a shy, bookkeeper boyfriend; a Togruta named Jaxper. Coyote played wingman for Berri—as he always does for his brothers.
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Cooper looked over the reports again, tilting his datapad so Juliette could look too.
According to the agenda, they’d mostly be backing up the 212th. The 501st had plenty, and with General Skywalker and Commander Tano leading them, they had all the firepower they needed.
It was still odd that General Kenobi requested Juliette’s aid. In fact, the request for their aid was for Juliette by name and her best men.
He looked over the ship, knowing full well this was more Hardwire’s opinion of the best than her’s.
I wonder who would of made the cut if she picked for herself.
Juliette brushed his arm, then moved back to Hardwire’s side and taking his hand.
Cooper smirked under his helmet, such an odd group we are.
****
They arrived in the hangers, and unloaded their supplies quickly with the help of some of the 212th and 501st men.
Once the gear was off loaded, the gunships hurried off before the Separatist could realize they slipped through.
Shadow stayed with Juliette and Fury, assisting them with one of the crates. He could write a whole book about all the things he liked about her as a leader and friend, starting with the fact she always helped with the heavy lifting.
“Well, well,” an ARC helped lift her side, “you must be the infamous, General Trix.”
“The one and only,” she quipped, “to who do I owe the pleasure?“
“Fives,” he suavely answered, “they call me Fives.”
“Fives,” another ARC came over, “what are you doing?”
“Making proper introductions, of course,” Fives turned back to her, “that’s Echo.”
“Ma’am,” Echo nodded politely.
“Hello,” she nodded back.
They dropped the crate as Mirage and Boomerang came over, checking out the two 501st ARCs. Although he forgave them, Shadow still moved to the other side of Fury to distance himself from Mirage. His ‘shadow someone else’ comment still stung fresh in Shadow’s mind despite the many days that passed since the altercation.
In better news, Juliette and him grew closer and they began a workout routine together.
“Just finished training a week ago,” Echo said, “first wave of ARCs since the Battle of Kamino.”
“Do they do recap courses?” Boomerang asked.
Mirage elbowed him lightly, “funny, Doc.”
Fury began walking off, heading to where Juliette went rushing off to see Commander Cody and General Kenobi.
Shadow paused, looking at the ARCs chatting and then walked off after Fury too. Besides that, he knew wherever Juliette was going was far more entertaining.
Another reason to like her.
****
“Ah, General Trix,” General Kenobi smiled when she approached. “I’m glad to be working with you this time. I heard great things from Cody through his reports.”
“Well, your Commander is great as well,” Juliette commented, “and I’ve been hearing many more stories about him.”
Cody turned his head, quietly expressing shock.
“All good thing,” she assured.
Fury stood by her side, “she’s referring to the scuffle you had with General Grievous, sir. During the rescue of General Koth.”
“I too am a fan of close combat,” she stated.
Cody chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“And that makes you perfect,” General Kenobi smiled, “I will be aiding Anakin and his troops on a stealth mission, and you all will be our diversion.”
“Happy to assist,” Juliette turned to Fury, “could you locate my Commander.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Fury walked off.
General Kenobi bowed to her, “may the Force be with you.”
“To you too,” Juliette said, cringing at her response.
As soon as he walked off, Cody said to her, “did you hear one of my men punched Grievous in the face?”
Juliette smiled, “I’m so proud of him.”
“Come on,” he instructed. “Let’s get the boys ready.”
Juliette looked back, seeing Shadow was still with her and held out her hand, “come on. You’re sticking with me.”
He took her hand, quickening his pace.
“If anything goes wrong, I want you with me,” she said, “after all, I taught you how to do a proper spin kick and pile drive.”
“Very useful skills to know,” Cody nodded. “I approve of both tactics when handling droids.”
Hardwire approached, a small smile playing on his face with his helmet tucked under his arm, “why am I not surprised?”
“Oh shush!” Juliette swatted his chest, “I admire your brother.”
“She praised you to the senators last night,” Hardwire told him.
Juliette crossed her arms, “I stand by my opinion that am happy to work with Cody more than everyone else on this mission. Don’t tell Rex.”
Cody laughed, “thank you, General Trix.”
****
Cooper could feel Coyote staying close to him, exchanging conversations with a few of the 212th men they were with. He always had a knack for befriending brothers from other places, whereas Cooper barely had any acknowledge him unless they were told they had to, and for some reason they were always nervous.
“Look, I’m not bashing General.”
“Boil, don’t say-“
“I’m not going to say anything offensive, Waxer. But she doesn’t have a lightsaber.”
Coyote chuckled, “I’d be more scared if she did. Knowing her, she’d probably just have us sit back while she takes down the whole Separatist Army. Sith and all.”
Cooper snickered, she really would.
“She sounds a little nuts,” Boil grunted.
“She is!” Coyote replied proudly.
On the comm chatter, Cooper could hear Cody and Hardwire giving instructions to tanks to get into positions and for Digger to take his men to get an overhead view for them.
Part of him wished that one of the Jedi stayed. Not because he wanted their help, but because he wanted them to see her. He felt like a kid with a favorite toy he wanted to show off, and all the clones from every end of the galaxy knew she was great. The Jedi didn’t know how lucky they were she said yes.
Here we go.
****
“Damn,” Calico chuckled, “I think they’re having a brawl off.”
“Hmm?” Digger hummed, eyes focused on the droids.
“Commander Cody and General Angel,” Zombie said, “if his armor was as tough as her’s, Cody might be going just as showy as her.”
“Oh!” Hound laughed, “a nice roundhouse kick from Shadow!”
“That’s ARC material right there,” Mutt stated.
Digger sighed, “boys. The mission.”
“Yes sir,” they grumbled.
Still, Digger did a quick scan of the battlefield to find her. Just to see what they were talking about, nothing more.
Mutt nudged his macrobinoculars, guiding him a few more clicks to the right and he saw her. She fired a few rounds with a pistol, then used the butt of the gun to bludgeon a droids head off before going back to blasting.
Heh, looks like she’s having fun down there.
Digger lowered his macrobinoculars, seeing four ARF helmets facing him.
“Get back to work,” he ordered.
They turned back to the battle, snickering.
“You like her,” Calico said, “we know it, you know it, even Cosmos knows it.”
“I don’t like her like that,” Digger protested.
“Uh huh,” Mutt mumbled.
“I don’t,” Digger pressed, “she’s just intriguing.”
“Uh huh,” Mutt repeated.
“Come on, think about it,” Digger rolled his eyes, “she’s the only General who isn’t a Jedi. Her weapons are her own. She’s a trained warrior. She’s fascinating.”
Mutt turned to him, “uh huh.”
Digger frowned, realizing what he was doing.
“Shut up,” Digger grumbled, “I don’t like her.”
“Uh huh,” they all mocked him.
“Very funny,” he muttered. It’s not like I’ll ever get her to look at me anyway, other than promiscuous.
****
“Come on, Shadow!” Juliette called, “keep up!”
Shadow laughed inside his helmet. He’d been on a lot of fun missions before, but none as fun as this.
He shot down a few droids, following after her and Fury to get better aim as the droids fell back.
Even though they’ve been at it for hours, he wanted to keep fighting. He wanted to feel useful and needed again.
Juliette stretched her arms, “how am I not use to this yet?”
“You weren’t forged for this,” Fury teased. “Not like me.”
Juliette flicked his helmet, “you’re lucky you’re my favorite ARC.”
Shadow chuckled, but his gaze shifted past them to Mirage. He had been approaching, hand extended out to tap Juliette’s shoulder when those words came out of her lips.
Shadow knew it was playful teasing, that she didn’t favor Fury that way. However, he knew the words would sting Mirage like how his words stung him.
Mirage lowered his hand and shuffled away back to Boomerang and the other wounded.
Don’t do it, Shadow. Don’t feel sorry for him.
Mirage got down and began helping Boomerang calm the injured.
I could just go help Boomerang. If I happen to talk to Mirage, then so be it.
“I’ll be back,” Shadow dismissed himself from Juliette and Fury’s playful banter.
He hurried across the field, over to Boomerang’s little makeshift camp and knelt down.
“Need help?” Shadow asked the medic.
Boomerang lifted his helmet, “hey, good to see you. Could you help Mirage get Trusty and Doubler to the arriving gunship?”
So be it.
“Sure.”
He turned to Mirage, helping Trusty get his arm over his shoulder while trying to balance poor Doubler who was wincing in pain every time he lost balance and lowered his foot.
“Let me,” Shadow took Trusty. “I got him.”
“Thanks,” Mirage muttered.
Shadow followed him, walking through the heavy silence.
“Hey, Raj?” Shadow cut into their private channel.
“Yeah?” He lifted his head.
“Did you mean what you said?” Shadow asked, “about shadowing someone else?”
“No,” Mirage turned to him, “I never meant it. I was just so upset with Boomerang and I was lashing out.”
Shadow nodded, “interesting. You said something you didn’t mean and it hurt my feelings.”
“I can hear your sarcasm,” Mirage groaned.
Shadow helped Trusty on the ship, “let that favorite ARC comment be a lesson to you then.”
Mirage grumbled then followed after him as they headed back, “hey! I didn’t mean what I said, but she could’ve meant it.”
“True,” Shadow said, “but at least you might actually have learned how words hurt.”
Mirage sighed, “look, I’m sorry I said it. Can we just be vods again?”
“I don’t really have a choice,” Shadow said, “you’re my brother always.”
“You know what I mean,” Mirage nudged him, “please stop being mad at me?”
“I was only upset the first two days, then I was annoyed you never apologized,” Shadow said, “why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t know what to say,” Mirage sighed.
“Just sorry would’ve been enough,” Shadow said, “it’s all I wanted.”
“I’m sorry,” Mirage said.
“I know,” Shadow turned to him, “that’s why I forgive you.”
Mirage didn’t say anything else as they returned to Boomerang. The medic had his helmet off, rubbing the side of his head where his hair was slowly growing back.
Shadow nudged him, “so, why’d you do it?”
“Gut feeling told me I had to,” Boomerang pointed to his bruised eye, “does this still look as bad as it feels?”
“Probably,” Shadow looked at his cheek, “at least you can open your eye again.”
“Still wish I got in a few more shots,” Boomerang grumbled.
“I saw you kick a droid,” Mirage commented, “where’d you learn that, Shadow?”
“Wave two incoming,” their comms went off.
Shadow checked his blaster, “the General taught me. Maybe she’ll give you some lessons too.”
****
There was an explosion and the ground shook under Cooper’s boots. Loosing his footing, he started to fall forward when Coyote caught the back of his armor’s collar and straightened him up.
He followed him to cover, and gave him a pat on the back, “thanks.”
“No problem,” Coyote said, as an other explosive dropped where they just were.
If Coyote hadn’t grabbed him, Cooper would’ve been scattered pieces.
“Jeez,” Cooper shook his head, “now I really owe you.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Coyote shrugged.
Another explosion shook the ground, and he swore he saw Coyote shutter.
Cooper nudged him, “I’m right here, you’re okay.”
“I know,” he said unconvincingly.
Another explosion, and Coyote moved back under cover, taking deep breaths.
“Coyote, what’s wrong?” Cooper set his blaster down, “are you okay?”
“It’s the explosions,” Coyote exhaled. “I’m fine, I just need to get my thoughts together.”
“Collect them fast,” Cooper held his shoulder, “I need you here.”
Coyote nodded, then shook off those nerves, and got up again ready to go.
****
“Great shot!” Hound said in his comm, “alright, next target is at these coordinates. Ready?”
Digger was zoning out, watching the battle unfold along with bopping his head to the same song he had become obsessed with in the past week.
He shifted his gaze, to the base catching glimpses of plasma bolts flash inside.
He wondered if this mission would be a step towards finding that man who wants to torture them. He figured not. Considering since the war began, he heard a lot of things have been slipping under the radar.
“I’m bored,” Zombie sighed, “please tell me we’re going drinking after this.”
“We might be here for a few days,” Calico groaned.
“Ew,” Zombie groaned, “I hate that.”
“Yeah, well that’s life,” Calico shrugged, “we fight and fight and fight some more.”
“No, no,” Zombie corrected, “that’s clone life.”
Mutt chuckled in amusement.
“See,” Zombie said, “Mutt gets it.”
“Hmm?” He turned to them, “I didn’t hear you.”
The both sighed, and went back to surveying too.
Digger turned his gaze down to the battle, “did any of you tell them the tactical droid is in the back right tank?”
“Huh?” Hound turned his gaze, “there’s that clanker. Thinks he can hide from us, eh?”
Digger smirked, watching Hound switch back to their tankers channel and giving the coordinates and egging them to just lay all their fire on that one area, so they’d get a big explosion.
Digger stood up, heading back to his walker, “pack it up boys, this base is ours.”
“Woo hoo,” Zombie said unenthusiastically, “a tiny break before the Jedi decide if they want to keep us around.”
“Zombie, do you need a nap?” Calico teased.
Zombie grumbled, “I will backhand you.”
Digger said quietly, “that would be a yes.”
“We have taken the base,” Hardwire announced through the comm, “bring your boys down, Sergeant.”
“Copy that, Commander,” Digger replied.
****
“I think I took down way more droids than you,” Juliette declared.
“My bruised shins will say otherwise,” Cody quipped, “but nice try.”
Fury nudged her, saying lowly, “I counted a hundred kills, twenty of which were physical.”
“Really?” Juliette grinned, “cool!”
Cody’s comm went off and he excused himself to answer it. Juliette turned her attention fully to Fury, noting how he shifted his weight like he was uncomfortable.
“How’s my reliable ARC?” Juliette teased. “Didn’t get hurt out there, right?”
“Not at all,” he answered. “I’ve been tailing you, so those droves… droins…”
Juliette stepped closer, “droids?”
He nodded, “didn’t stand a ch-chance, General. S-sorry for stedd… stuttering.”
“But I like your stutter,” she blurted out, “it’s cute.”
His body tensed up, “r-really?”
She nodded, and began walking with him tailing behind her.
****
Cooper walked with Coyote beside him, quiet and tired as they entered the base.
He turned to Coyote, “you okay?”
“I’m okay now,” he said. “It just took me back.”
Cooper sighed, “I think about my old squad too. Losing all of Pack squad-“
“I wasn’t thinking about that explosion,” Coyote cut him off, “I was thinking of Keks.”
Cooper stopped, letting the realization dawn on him that he never learned how his last squad mate died.
“You didn’t know?” Coyote asked.
“I never asked,” Cooper took off his helmet, “an explosion?”
Coyote took his arm, leading him away.
“I don’t like where this going,” Cooper followed him to an uncrowded spot by the walkers.
“I don’t actually know how he died,” Coyote began, “all I know is he said goodbye, there was an explosion, and he was gone.”
Cooper sunk down, “that crazy trooper. He actually did it.”
Coyote sat down, slowly removing his helmet.
“He use to say, if droids ever tried to take him hostage,” Cooper recalled, “he’d blow himself up. Never thought he’d go through with it.”
“I think he did,” Coyote hugged his knees.
“I know he did,” Cooper chuckled.
“I looked up to him,” Coyote said quietly.
Cooper turned to him, “I did too.”
Coyote turned to him, blue eyes glistening with the threat of more sadness.
Cooper stared off into the distance instead, “being the survivor isn’t easy, little vod. It never will be, but we have to keep going or we end up as heartless as the droids we fight.”
He could see Coyote scoot closer. In ways, the younger clones reminded Cooper of the little kids they saw on relief missions. He admired that even with the war pushing them to grow up, he could see some of his brothers resistance to be just cannon fodders.
Coyote placed his head on Cooper’s shoulder, staring off into the distance as well.
Cooper never was a fan of physical touch, but he allowed it.
Quietly, he said, “if you ever need to talk, kid, you come to me. If you need a shoulder, I will be that too.”
Coyote muttered something he didn’t catch.
****
Shadow walked with Mirage and Boomerang, listening to them trade conspiracies in hush whispers about what they pulled from their brains.
“We could take out mine,” Shadow quietly suggested, “then we’d all have matching scars.”
“Did we ever scan you?” Boomerang asked, “I know we scanned the other two.”
“You didn’t,” Mirage smirked.
“Kriff,” Boomerang groaned, “I’ll do that when we get back.”
“Hey!” Fives came running up to them, “glad you’re okay, brother.”
“I have a medic attached to me,” Mirage quipped, “it’d be concerning if I wasn’t.”
Boomerang took off his helmet, smirking, “kiss up.”
Fives whistled lowly, “what happened to you?”
“Clippers got away from me,” Boomerang sighed, “then the other medic and I had a little disagreement that got out of hand.”
“He’s not much of a brawler,” Shadow added.
“It’s true, I’m not,” Boomerang agreed.
Echo came running up, “would you stop running off on me?”
“Is ARC training hard?” Shadow asked.
“Yes,” Echo stated.
“But worth it!” Fives declared, “we’ve been working hard since cadets to be ARCs, and it was worth every boring mission we had prior. All the action, the responsibility, the armor.”
Echo looked down at his armor smiling, “it is nice.”
Mirage nodded, “also helps with picking up the ladies. Gentlemen too.”
Fives wrapped an arm around Echo, “next leave, you and me are making 79’s our hunting grounds.”
Echo shook his head warily.
Boomerang cut in, “who exactly decides who can be an ARC?”
Mirage turned to him, “why? You want to be an ARC, Doc?”
Boomerang gave him a look.
“Well, usually a ranking officer makes the suggestion,” Mirage shrugged, “and then it’s taken into consideration, and then the C.O. gives the promotion, and off they go to training for a month or two depending on their preexisting skill. Why are you asking? You know how it works because Fang was nearly promoted.”
Shadow’s eyes practically popped out of his head. The idea that Fang was nearly promoted was mind boggling. He was reliant on Coyote and Juliette to keep him together, and he wasn’t nearly mentally stable enough to not have a panic attack on Kamino. However, if he did get promoted, it was possible he’d still be alive.
“Fang could’ve been an ARC?” Shadow gasped, “and still alive?”
“Probably,” Boomerang rubbed his chin, “now that I think about it, we were discussing his promotion about a week before he died, so he’d be in training still right now.”
Mirage said something to occupy Echo and Fives’s attention, stirring them out of asking who Fang was.
There was still one question Shadow wanted answers to first, “Boomerang, why did he not get promoted?”
Boomerang leaned in close, lowly whispering so no one else could hear, “Coyote said not to, on the account of it would destroy his relationship with Juliette.”
Shadow frowned, “I guess you’re right.”
Shadow’s gaze shifted, catching Juliette walking over to Hardwire. As per usual, she had Fury following her.
“I think she would’ve been fine,” Shadow said quietly. “Fang would’ve had his heart broken, but she’d bounce back.”
“She’s currently bouncing back,” Boomerang smiled, “she just is looking for someone to catch her.”
“I predict she already found her safety net,” Shadow said with a smile.
“Really?” Boomerang smirked, “who?”
“No one in particular yet,” Shadow lied, watching them walk together.
Fury took her helmet without even being asked, and stood quietly as Juliette spoke with the Commander.
It’s going to be him. I bet my credits it’ll be him.
****
“So, we’re done?”
“We’re done.”
Juliette smiled at her Commander, “great. Got plans for Coruscant?”
“Actually, yes,” Hardwire grinned, “Fox and I are going to be doing paperwork and then doing patrol together.”
“Oh,” she tried to sound lighthearted, “sounds kind of boring.”
“Yeah,” Hardwire shrugged, “but I won’t be doing it alone. Makes it more entertaining and the time will go by faster.”
“I suppose that’s true,” she said smiling.
“If you want, you may join us,” he offered.
“Nah,” she stepped back, “I got hundreds of troops, I’m sure one will want to hang out.”
Fury stepped towards her, “if I may, I-“
As he was speaking, General Kenobi approached with a sympathetic look in his eye.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said, “I need to steal you for a moment, General.”
“Of course,” she turned back to Fury, “hold that thought, Lieutenant. I’ll be back.”
He nodded professionally, handing her back her helmet. She wasn’t sure what his expression was, but he struck her as disappointed that they were interrupted.
Juliette followed General Kenobi up to a control room, a little uncomfortable with the fact he wasn’t talking. Nor was the usually charismatic General smiling, he just looked troubled.
She walked into the control room where the atmosphere was so thick she could cut through it with a knife.
“General?” She finally spoke, “what’s wrong?”
He just led her to a monitor, but instead of a lit screen, she was greeted by a clone helmet crudely painted with her Battalion’s colors. It was not done by a soldier, as it was all over the visor like it was splattered on.
“The helmet,” Anakin spoke first, “we know was bought at a market where bounty hunters typically trade goods.”
“Why are you showing me this?” Juliette looked at them all.
“We found it like this,” a Togruta stepped forward, “but we also found this message.”
The youngling tapped a key, and the monitor lit up with: “go home, baby Trix.”
A chill rolled down her spine, but she kept a neutral face.
“Do you know who this might-“
“Ferris Joster.”
A new questioning look formed on General Kenobi’s face, “who is Ferris Joster?”
“He is a bounty hunter I knew from childhood,” she said calmly. “He claims he is an inventor, but only of means of gruesome torture, he murdered my father, and he is warning me. If I continue fighting in this war, he will come for me next.”
“How much trouble are we in?” the youngling asked.
“Not as much as I’m about to be in,” Juliette turned on her heel, “thank you for showing me this.”
“General Trix, where are you going?” General Skywalker called.
“Next assignment,” she stated, “that coward doesn’t scare me. But if you see him, I recommend taking off his head. He’s less of a threat that way.”
She boarded the lift, relieved no one followed her on.
She wondered if they could sense the darkness looming around her, or just knew that she will kill him on sight for taking away her buir.
The elevator doors opened, and she stepped off bumping into a trooper.
“Sorry,” she muttered, brushing past Calico.
“It’s fine, are you okay?” He excused himself from his conversation with the other three ARFs.
“Far from it,” she grumbled.
Hound, Mutt, and Zombie ran after them.
“You want to talk about it?” Zombie asked.
“Or not,” Mutt said quietly, “we don’t push.”
“I just need a distraction,” she sighed, “I just want to go back to the ship, get to Coruscant, and relax.”
“I hear ya’,” Calico smirked. “We’re going drinking. Digger is helping a friend, so it’ll be just us.”
“Want to join us?” Hound asked.
“I don’t drink,” she shook her head.
“I won’t be drinking either,” Mutt said.
Hound nodded, “we take turns being the designated sober brother.”
“Please join us?” Zombie pressed, “we’ll show you all the best places.”
She cracked a smile.
“Is that a smile?” Hound wrapped an arm around her, “does that mean you will?”
“Sure,” she smiled bigger, “okay. I’ll go out with you boys.”
Warnings: Bullying, past trauma (let me know if I missed any!)
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Pacing around the hanger, the pre-battle jitters were beginning to get Hardwire.
It was going to be their first time in the thick of the plasma fire and war effort in over a month and a half. Delaying any longer would raise questions, and as Stickler put it, he could only handle so much idling in space while they had all the real fun.
Cooper caught his arm, “she’s ready.”
Hardwire sighed, “I know.”
“Then what’s the problem?” He asked putting his datapad away.
“Are we all okay?” Hardwire asked, “Boomerang and Mirage have been acting off, Shadow is missing, Coyote gets jumpy if you ask him questions, and Tracks… something just feels off with everyone today.”
Cooper offered a smile, “maybe it’s just you’re worried, sir. You don’t want the boys to get hurt and her to fall back into grief, so you’re stressing.”
“That’s not it,” Hardwire huffed.
“Or it could be that I got news regarding another one of your stuffy parties,” Cooper teased, “got to dress up again.”
Hardwire groaned, covering the burn scar on his face, “wish this wasn’t here so I could switch places.”
“With who?” Cooper smirked. “Everyone is practically hair dyed, tattooed up, or sporting a facial scar or two. Your best look alikes would be Boomerang and Radar.”
“Two of the biggest jokesters here,” Hardwire sucked in his teeth, “not good options.”
Juliette ran over, excitedly jumping to a halt with a big smile on her face.
“Commander,” she playfully saluted him with two fingers.
“General,” Hardwire smiled.
“You must’ve slept great,” Cooper snorted.
“I actually did,” she grinned, “I had two out of however many dear friends of mine I have sleepover, and it was wonderful. Cooper, if you want, you could sleepover one—“
“Pass.” Cooper said, “but thank you.”
“Hardwire?” She looked up at him, those big golden eyes pleading.
Hardwire sighed defeatedly, “I do like our sleepovers.”
“Great,” she hopped on the gunship.
“Actually, General,” Hardwire turned around to face her, “there’s one more thing.”
“What’s up?” She asked.
“Shadow went M.I.A. last night,” Hardwire explained, “no one is admitting to knowing anything, and we can’t find him. Did you happen to see him?”
“I swear I just saw him,” Juliette stepped down, looking around, “he was walking with Mick and few others.”
“You sure?” Cooper asked.
“I’m pretty sure,” she stopped looking, “now I’m positive.”
As she said it, Mick walked by talking to another trooper as Shadow trailed behind. His head ducked in his helmet, looking at the floor.
“Shadow?” Hardwire stepped in front of him, “we’ve been worried sick. Where were you?”
“No where.” He said, sounding broken.
“Shadow,” Juliette approached, “are you okay, love?”
There was a pause, then he shook his head.
“You want to stay back today?” She asked, “take a mental health day?”
He nodded.
“Okay,” she held up her finger, “under one condition.”
He lifted his head, and she beckoned him closer.
Then they switched to helmet comms, and it was silent. However, whatever he said to her made her visibly shocked before she dismissed him.
He walked off, hugging himself as he crossed the hanger back to the main ship.
“What was that about?” Cooper asked. “Any reason for our concern?”
“Not yet,” she said, “after the mission you can be scared.”
“Did…” Hardwire gesture to the two of them, “did we do something wrong to upset Shadow?”
“Not you,” she looked past them, “but one of your brothers said some pretty hurtful things last night.”
Hardwire checked over his shoulder, seeing Mirage walking alone as Boomerang walked with Coyote.
Them? He couldn’t believe it, one of them hurt Shadow?
****
Seeing Shadow in that hanger was a relief, but seeing him look so distraught made Mirage’s stomach tie in knots.
He knew full well he was the one that upset Shadow, and he’d take full responsibility. He just wished that his little brother didn’t tattle on him to the General.
The minute the doors shut, he put his hand behind her as always and she walked off to Hardwire’s other side.
Hardwire scooted over, taking her spot so she could have his, only giving Mirage a brief glance and shrug.
Fine by me, he thought switching hands, my right hand is still throbbing anyways.
Boomerang was over next to Coyote, talking to him inside their helmets. Occasionally, he could see them look over towards him, clearly talking about him.
They’re acting like I’m the bad guy? Really? Sure, I blew up at Shadow and that was messed up. But Boomerang seriously decided to cut open his head and take out an unknown mass from his brain! As a medic, he’s got to know that’s messed up!
The outside of the ship grew louder with noise.
I’m not the bad guy in this. Not entirely… right?
****
It was easy to see something was bothering the General. The minute she got off the ship, she twirled her pistols and got to work blasting down droids and pushing them back.
If Cooper didn’t know any better, he’d think she’d pull a 212th and start body slamming the Separatist.
“Well, I hate to be the trooper who ticked her off,” Grimm remarked dragging an injured trooper to cover.
Cooper provided the medic some aid, “what makes you say that?”
Grimm tilted his helmet, “come on now, Sarge. She was all smiles and rainbows, then Shadow comes around like an injured baby bird, now she’s guns a’ blazing and-“
A battle droid got too close to her, and she immediately spin-kicked its head off.
“-death.” Grimm sounded amused, “she’s a bringer of death.”
Cooper rolled his eyes, “our General is just protecting us.”
“Suite yourself,” Grimm injected his patient, “stop whining. It’s for the pain.”
Cooper moved on, catching up to Coyote who was tailing Boomerang.
“The General is going to get herself killed!” Boomerang barked, “the Hell is she doing?”
“She’s just stir crazy,” Coyote quipped, “we all are.”
“Retreat! Retreat!” The Command droid ordered.
“Run for it!” Another yelled happily taking the order.
They all began falling back, heading to where ever their base was hidden.
Juliette put her pistols back in their holsters, then walked back to Hardwire.
“That worked out,” Cooper sighed in relief.
“You sound worried,” Coyote said.
“You read the file,” Cooper stated, “who are we aiding.”
Coyote groaned, “oh yeah…”
As if cued, General Vos jumped down punching Coyote in the arm.
“Heya, boys,” Vos said, sounding like he was their best friend. “Did you miss me?”
They all mumbled some unenthusiastic jargon, which made Vos smile.
“Good talk,” he said, then went walking over to Juliette.
“So…” Boomerang broke the silence. “Do you think she’ll punch him?“
Cooper sighed, “she’s got another target in mind.”
“Does she?” Boomerang tilted his head. “Who?”
“Whoever made Shadow upset,” he answered, then began walking off.
Coyote said lowly to Boomerang, “should we warn Mirage?”
“Nope.” Boomerang stated.
Cooper kept walking, keeping that new information on file in his mind.
****
Vos must’ve sensed that Juliette wasn’t in a playful mood. When he came over, he complimented her armor with a pat on the helmet, and they began talking strategy.
Vos gave her another head pat, and then turned his attention to the Commander as she walked off contacting the ARFs on her comm.
A chill ran up Hardwire’s spine, making him involuntarily shiver.
“Well, Commander, you seem a little stressed,” Vos quipped. “Usually you’re a bit more hopeful and relaxed.”
“I’m fine,” Hardwire held his hands behind his back, “just my nerves, sir.”
“As long as you’re okay,” Vos said, “can’t let General Twix lose her favorite Commander Hardware.”
Hardwire sighed, “General Trix and Commander Hardwire.”
“Really?” He smiled, “I like my names better.”
Hardwire nodded, “they are amusing.”
He went to go rally up the men when Vos placed a hand calmly on his shoulder, “I’m sorry about your brother. I can tell she loved him.”
He pat his shoulder, and went off to check on the others.
Hardwire looked at his shoulder, then remembered him patting Juliette’s helmet. He remembered hearing rumors that Vos could see things when he touched objects.
Oh kriff.
****
“Alright,” Digger lowered his walker. “I got it unstuck. Try it now, vod.”
Zombie hopped back on his walker, “better.”
“I could’ve fixed it,” Hound mumbled.
“Next time,” Digger said, as someone tapped his shoulder.
He turned, lowering his head to look at his General.
“Which of you is assisting me?” Juliette asked, jumping straight to business.
“No nonsense,” Digger chuckled, “I like it.”
She sighed, “now, Sergeant. I have things to do.”
“So impatient,” he strolled over to his walker, “you’re going to be a joy to work with, Angel.”
“My name is Juliette,” she huffed.
“I know,” he hopped on his walker, “but I prefer Angel.”
She grumbled, “weirdo.”
“I know,” he held out his hand. “You’re riding with me.”
She sighed, giving him her hand.
Softly, he directed her where to put her feet, and rose the walker.
“Calico,” he addressed his second in command, “you’re in charge.”
“Obviously,” Calico saluted him.
They proceeded off, and he could feel her sulking behind him for the first mile.
“Hey?” Digger said softly.
She made an annoyed noise, indicating she was listening.
“You okay?” Digger asked, “you’re usually more optimistic and bright.”
“Not today,” she mumbled.
Digger pulled to the side, lowering behind the thick trees.
“Here’s the deal,” Digger looked over his shoulder, “I can’t focus if I think you’re not okay. Are you okay?”
She sighed, “I’m alright, I’m just annoyed with some of my troops.”
“Is it Grimm?” Digger asked, “he gets under my skin too.”
“No,” Juliette grumbled. “It’s Mirage. He’s fighting with a few of his brothers.”
“Ah,” Digger groaned, “he’s a bit of a hothead when something is bothering him.”
“Still doesn’t give him the right to say nasty things to his brothers,” she grumbled.
“That’s fair,” Digger agreed. “How about you focus on me instead? I’m much more pleasant.”
“Fine, you can tell me about yourself,” she defeatedly sighed, “just get us to that base.”
“Yes, Angel,” he rose back up again, “my favorite dessert is ice cream. Mint chocolate chip with hot fudge.”
“I prefer strawberry,” she replied.
“Strawberry,” he hummed, “noted.”
****
With Juliette off with one of the ARFs, Vos was now in control.
Mirage could see that Hardwire was making himself busy, so he wouldn’t stress out about the fact his General wasn’t there holding his hand as they waited to be called in.
Mirage groaned, rubbing his own hand.
Every time he fired his blaster, it was excruciating pain throughout his whole right hand.
He spotted Boomerang not far ahead, and wondered if he would put their fight aside to take a look at his hand or at least give him something to ease the sting. He got a little closer, but Boomerang looked back and immediately moved off elsewhere in a hurry.
Sighing, he looked around again and spotted Grimm with his blaster and Fury helping with the injured.
Better than no one.
He went over and asked, “could you take a look at my hand?”
Grimm groaned like it was a big job, “fine!”
Fury shook his head, “so dramatic, Grimm.”
“Be quiet,” Grimm passed him his rifle. “And hold this.”
He roughly took Mirage’s wrist, jerking him closer so he could look.
“Hold out your hand.”
He did.
“Wiggle your fingers.”
He did barely.
“Make a fist.”
He couldn’t close his hand all the way.
“Congratulations,” Grimm took off his kit, “you broke your hand.”
“What did you do?” Fury asked, “punch a droid?”
“A wall,” Mirage groaned, “I did it last night.”
“Your hand has been broken since last night?” Grimm asked, “are you serious?”
“What do you want me to do?” Mirage snapped. “Boomerang and I aren’t speaking.”
“Don’t you mean Doc?” Grimm quipped.
“He’s only Doc when he’s my vod,” Mirage rolled his eyes, “and after he choked me out last night, he decided he hates me.”
“Really?” Grimm got off the glove, “kind of sounds like negligence if you ask me.”
“Maybe,” Mirage shrugged. “He didn’t know my hand was broken though.”
Grimm nodded along, “here’s something for the pain and I don’t recommend using this hand, so trade your blaster for a pistol and guard the injured when they inexplicably show up.”
Mirage sighed, “okay.”
Fury passed Grimm back his blaster, and said to Mirage, “if he gets on your nerves, comm me.”
Then he hurried off, leaving Mirage with Grimm.
Joy.
****
Using his macrobinoculars, Digger scanned the area. He counted seven droids on guard, three of which were commando droids.
“What’s your favorite color?” He scanned the next level.
“Pink,” she said, “and you?”
“Yellow,” he answered.
“Favorite flower?” She asked.
“Daffodils,” he peeked over at her, “and yours?”
“Daisies, also roses,” she paused, “lilacs too.”
“You like flowers, huh?” He went back to counting, “I’m more of a rock fellow myself.”
“So was Fang…”
She said it quietly, like she didn’t even realize she said it out loud in the first place.
Digger lowered his binoculars, turning his helmeted gaze towards her. Behind her helmet, she was unreadable, and yet he knew she was hurt.
“I heard a lot about him. Some good, some bad. However, I know just based off those stories he was a loved man, and you were loved beyond words.”
She stayed quiet.
He reached out, taking her hand, “I know you’ve heard all the apologies and sentimental condolences, but trust me when I say this. A lot of us clones don’t live long enough to find someone who sees us and loves us the way you loved him, or even understand what it’s like to be in love. I chased and searched for it, and it got me in the worst situations. The fact you still love him after he’s gone, that says everything.”
She turned to him, “can I ask you something? And be completely honest.”
“Of course you can. Ask away.”
“If I fell in love again with someone new, does that mean I never loved him? Does that mean we were a mistake or just a phase?”
Digger smiled under his helmet, “you can fall in love again. It doesn’t mean you can’t remember him from time-to-time and wonder. Your relationship wasn’t a mistake just because it ended in tragedy.”
“And moving on?” Juliette turned back to the base, “what if the man who wants me doesn’t want to wait?”
“That’s his loss,” Digger stated, “you’d be worth waiting for.”
“Ready, Commander?” Vos asked punching his fist into his palm.
“Yes, sir,” Hardwire answered professionally, with his men quietly rallied behind him.
“Not like that,” Vos laughed, “where’s your enthusiasm? You boys are so stiff.”
Hardwire paused, tilting his head, “sir?”
Vos ran his hand over his face, “you and your General are nothing alike.”
“Ohhhhh…” Hardwire nodded, “I’ll try again.”
Vos asked again, “ready, Commander?”
“Sir, yes sir!” He said more pumped, feeling his boys follow his lead.
“There we go!” Vos declared, “let’s do this!”
They rushed in, following Vos into battle.
Somewhere inside that base, Juliette and Sergeant Digger were using their distraction to steal information from the main computer.
In and out, Hardwire reminded himself. Get the information, destroy the base, we go home in time for dinner.
****
It was weird having his General instead of his squad, but he enjoyed her company. He was also impressed by her enough to let her take point to better watch her.
She skillfully kept them out of sight from droids rushing to aid the battle.
Although, what he really liked was how—despite all his training—she still put her hand on his chest to halt him. He could remind her his main skills are tracking, scouting, and recon, but this was better.
Butterflies flew inside his stomach when she shoved him into a corner, holding him still with both hands on his chest. He didn’t even bother to look at the droids rushing past, he knew they were safe.
Her hands left his dirt stained armor, and she moved out again towards the control room.
He moved to the control panel, and popped it open.
“Think you can hold our position if any droids show up?” Digger teased her.
She pat his back, “you’re safe with me.”
He chuckled, “good to know.”
He began stripping the wires, humming to himself the current song stuck in his head.
“Your music taste sucks,” she remarked.
He snorted, “was my comm still open?”
“Yes,” she giggled, “that song is so old.”
“It’s a classic,” Digger began connecting wires.
“Whatever you say,” she shrugged.
“What’s your favorite song then?” Digger mused.
“If we live,” she said, “I’ll play it for you. Deal?”
“Deal,” he agreed, “get ready.”
The doors opened, and the droids immediately turned in confusion.
“Hey?“ one exclaimed, “how’d you get here?”
Juliette shot him in the head, dodged a shot and went in blasting each battle droid in the head like she was in a shooting range.
Digger let her, smiling under his helmet.
Once the last droid fell, she turned around looking at him still crotched down by the panel.
“You’re amazing,” he complimented.
“Suck up.”
She went to the main computer, shoving the dead droid to the side and pulling up the systematics.
“Huh,” Juliette inserted the drive, “I recognize these designs.”
“You do?“ Digger came to her side.
He was not prepared for what he was about to see listed off on that monitored.
Torture devices.
Brutal, bloody, and violent ideas to do to prisoners of war. They’d be used on him, his brothers, Jedi, any Republic citizen of use to further the Separatist plans.
“These are Ferris’s ideas,” she whispered.
“Who’s Ferris?” Digger asked.
She scrolled through, “he was a boy I knew from childhood. We played games together when we were little. Then he started wanting to hurt people and we drifted apart. My buir never liked him after he tried using me as a test subject.”
Digger felt his stomach tying in knots, “I really don’t like this.”
“Neither do I,” she tapped something, and froze.
An image of a man in all black and a gold metal suit filled the screen.
“Juliette?” Digger nudged her, “is that him?”
Juliette didn’t answer.
“Angel?”
“Murderer.”
“What do you mean? What are you-“
“That’s him,” she growled, “that monster is the man who killed my buir.”
Oooo, this is definitely part of the High School AU. This takes place in fall Junior Year, the couple has been together since spring of Sophomore year.
(Slightly suggestive, not really)
Writing prompts here
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Although she missed her parents when they went on business trips, she got a lot more freedom without them—specifically her mother—breathing down her neck.
Scrolling through Netflix, Fury set up the snacks while Cosmos cleaned the blender from making them all milkshakes.
“What about a horror movie?“ Juliette suggested, “they just added the new IT.”
“Respectfully,” Fury said, “no.”
“Why?” Juliette poked him.
“I don’t like clowns,” Fury shrugged.
“How about a comedy?“ Cosmos set their shakes down on the coasters. “Or perhaps we switch over to Hulu and check out their kids’ section.”
“I’m okay with a cartoon,” Fury sipped off the top of his shake, “overfill these much?”
“Go big or go home,” Cosmos stated.
Juliette switched to Hulu. As it loaded, her phone dinged and she picked it up as she popped a potato chip in her mouth.
Digger: I miss you :(
Digger: you free right now?
Juliette coughed, and began typing.
“Uh oh,” Cosmos rolled his eyes, “boyfriend alert.”
Fury busied himself with perusing the snacks, “you can go. Just text us you’re not dead in a ditch.”
“Digger’s driving isn’t that bad,” Cosmos swatted him, “but definitely wear your seatbelt.”
Juliette smiled, then hugged Cosmos, “you two are the best.”
She planted a kiss on Cosmos’s cheek, then knelt down and kissed Fury on his before running off to her room to change into something cute.
Juliette: Not really…
Digger: darn.
Digger: guess the others beat me to it :(
Digger: I won’t bug you then
Digger: goodnight angel. I love you <3
Juliette: IM FREE!
Juliette: PLS DONT BE IN BEF YET
Juliette: Bet*
Juliette: BED!!!!*
Digger: :D
Digger: I’ll be right over!
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Not even half a hour later, Juliette was in the passenger seat of Digger’s beat up pickup truck. Music playing on the radio, his hand holding her’s as they drove around.
“I still can’t believe you drive,” Juliette rubbed his arm.
“I can’t believe I could afford a truck,” Digger grinned, “been saving up since middle school.”
“Smells old though,” Juliette teased.
“I put an air freshener clip in the vent,” Digger chuckled, “I can’t do much else since I already deep cleaned it.”
They came to a stop sign, and she unbuckled.
“What are you-“
She slid across the bench seat, and kissed his cheek.
A smile spread on his face, “do I get kisses at every stop?”
She nodded, “every single stop.”
Digger began driving again, “what if I drive to the park?”
“You’ll get lots of kisses,” Juliette played with his hand.
Digger turned on his signal light, heading towards the park.
Butterflies flew in Juliette’s stomach as he drove down the windy road to the park. His hand grew clammy as they pulled in.
She didn’t even think to kiss him at the stop sign at the park’s entrance.
He pulled into a space in the empty parking lot, headlights on the empty playground and swing sets.
Putting the truck in park, he killed the engine.
Juliette unbuckled, watching him.
Digger turned to her, slightly flushed, “just kissing right?”
She exhaled, “glad we’re on the same page. I was worried you were thinking what I was thinking was going to happen.”
“I was thinking it,” Digger nervously laughed, “I’m just not ready for that. Yet!”
“Good.” Juliette scooted closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, “I’m hoping my first time isn’t in your old smelling truck.”
“Nah,” Digger kissed her forehead, “I got more class than that, my Angel.”
He pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her.
“Goofball,” she giggled.
“I was told I’d be getting kisses,” he puckered his lips.
She gripped his flannel collar, “you goof, come ‘ere.”
the hesitation before introducing them like “name, this is my family. guys, this is my… um, this is name.” for Juliette and Digger for the high school AU?
Oh ho! I know a perfect way to use this prompt that doesn’t contradict with Meeting the Parents! Please know I am extremely giddy over this now 😆😆
Writing Prompts here!
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Adrenaline pumped through Juliette’s veins as she held her hand back. Her eyes trained on the girl running first leg, then passing to second, then to third, coming right for her.
Taking a few starting steps forward, she passed the baton one second after their rival school took off.
Gripping the metallic white and gold rod, Juliette took off fast on the red track.
She zoned out all the outside noises, and kept her eyes trained on the back of that girl running ahead of her.
The space closing between them, but not quick enough.
Her foot hit finished just two seconds before Juliette’s.
They slowed their pace into grass, panting as a volunteer read off their times on the crinkly, old loudspeaker that faced the metal bleachers.
“Hey,” first place panted, “good race.”
“Good race,” Juliette smiled.
Before she could say more, her team swept her up congratulating her and her team for first place in their event.
Juliette only got two words from her relay team in passing, “nice try.”
She sighed, turning in her baton and going to field side.
Boomerang ran over, holding up his hand, “second place, Princess! Way to go!”
A smile formed on her face as she hit his hand with her’s.
Mirage leaned off the railing, “that was amazing! Your feet barely touched the ground!”
On the cracking speakers, they announced boys next.
Juliette turned to the field, seeing Zombie warm up at start, Mutt waiting at second leg, Digger stretching at third, and Calico expecting his nails at final leg.
Despite all the boys on the field, she still looked at Digger.
He was getting into his zone. Stretching his calves as he muttered whatever his current warmup song was.
“Stop staring,” Boomerang nudged her, “I’m cuter than that jock.”
She giggled, turning to Boomerang, “well, we’ll always have forensics fourth period.”
Boomerang rolled his eyes, “why did we even watch that movie in that class?”
The start gun went off, and off they went.
Juliette’s gaze fell back on Digger, taking in his cute, determined furrow of his brow and adorable little bounce he did as Mutt grew closer.
He took off the second that baton hit his palm, and she couldn’t suppress her smile as he ran full speed to Calico.
“Don’t drool,” Boomerang whispered.
“I’m not!” Juliette blushed.
Digger handed the baton off, and Calico took off passing first in just two steps and leaving them all in the dust as he broke their record, again.
The home team cheered, and their school lost it with wild screaming and chanting for Calico, who—in typical Calico fashion—rolled his eyes and ignored them all as he high-fived Hound and took back his sweatshirt.
Digger jogged off the field with Mutt, making v-line to her.
“Hi,” Digger grabbed a towel from his duffel bag, “you did great, Angel.”
“Thank you,” Juliette smiled as her phone dinged.
She took it out as Digger dabbed his forehead.
Cosmos: your parents are here.
Cosmos: back of the bleachers by the school crest.
Juliette groaned.
“What?” Mutt asked, “bad news?”
“My parents are here,” Juliette looked at Digger.
Digger frowned, “I’ll make myself scarce.”
“What?” Mutt exclaimed, “why? Digger is great!”
“My mom was friends with Mika’s mom,” Juliette said.
“Oh osik,” Boomerang’s eyes widened.
“We didn’t have sex in a stairwell last year,” Digger groaned, “no one ever believes me.”
“I believe you,” Juliette brushed her hand over his, “my mom is just…”
“Scary.” Digger nodded, “I know.”
Zombie jogged over, “coach wants us, boys.”
“See you later, Angel,” Digger sighed.
“See you,” she frowned.
Juliette: Thanks for the heads up.
Cosmos: Don’t thank me
Cosmos: Fury spotted them. I was doing homework xD
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The meet wrapped up, and Juliette walked up the bleachers to where Fury was guarding her stuff and reading their assigned English book.
“How is it?” Juliette stole his sweater and threw it on.
“Very unusual,” he hummed. “You ran great today.”
“I wasn’t fast enough to get us first,” she grumbled.
“Second leg was practically speed walking,” Fury closed his book, “you and third leg pulled all the weight.”
She smiled, “thanks, Fury.”
“Anytime,” he stood up.
Cosmos led her parents down to them, and her father was beaming.
“Ad’ika,” he held out his arms, “you were great!”
“Thank you, buir,” she hugged him, “I didn’t know you two were coming. I thought you were still out of town.”
“Came back a day early just to see you,” he declared. “Surprised?”
“Very,” she said.
Digger ran up the stairs, talking on his phone as he jogged past them. She heard him mention math homework, meaning he was looking for where Mirage disappeared to.
“So many Fetts,” her mother muttered.
“Mom!” Juliette barked.
Cosmos and Fury just awkwardly picked up their things, pretending they didn’t hear her.
“I’m just saying,” she rolled her eyes, “calm down, Juliette.”
Digger walked by, muttering song lyrics as he passed.
Her dad whipped around, “is that Mando’a?”
Digger paused, “yes, sir.”
Juliette shyly got between them, “Digger, this is my family. Guys, this is my…” I can’t say boyfriend! “Um, this is Digger.”
“Nice to meet you,” her buir shook his hand.
“Digger?” Her thought for a moment, “where have I heard that name before?”
Digger quickly said, “I was in the paper last week for breaking a discus record. Perhaps that is what you’re thinking of?”
She nodded, but Juliette could tell she was playing along and knew better.
“Digger!” Hound yelled, “our ride is here!”
“Coming!” Digger called, “a pleasure to meet you both.”
Juliette smiled, but already was dreading the ride home.
Cosmos must’ve sensed it, and asked, “Mr. Trix, could I have a ride home please?”
“Sure,” her father said, “always happy to. Fury, what about you?”
“I’m fine.” He answered, then said to Juliette, “I’ll get my sweater back later. Be safe.”
Fury walked off, with his bag tossed over his shoulder.
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Cosmos: She knows.
Juliette: She definitely knows.
Juliette: And she’s going to kill me.
Cosmos chewed on his cheek, and began patting his pockets like he was looking for something.
“Mr. Trix,” Cosmos said, “I think I left my keys in my locker, and the school’s locked up till tomorrow.”
Pulling into their road, her buir said, “don’t worry about it, Cosmos. You can stay the night.”
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“Wow.”
The word left his lips with absolutely no thought the minute he saw Juliette. Despite her vast knowledge of guns, weapons, and expertise in the art of killing, his tiny girlfriend was a girly girl.
A fascination with the stars, an appreciation of flowers, an eye for things that sparkled, and a flair for extravagant dresses and beautiful gown.
It was a miracle to him that she even looked at him.
Juliette turned to him, looking tired from a meeting with the Senators. As usual, they made it grand spectacle just so they could all have an excuse to dress up. In turn, she’d dress up as well as the Commander.
Tonight’s color, a daffodil shade of yellow that faded to white as it hit just above her ankles.
She put on a playful smile, “first Fox, then all the Coruscant guards, even the senator from Ryloth. Is that the word of the day?”
Digger played with his hands, entered her room, “you’re just so beautiful, Angel. There’s nothing else to say.”
She giggled, putting her shoes back in the rack and reaching back to undo the back.
“Wait,” he stepped closer, “not yet.”
She moved her hands away, glancing over her shoulder as he drew closer.
His hands gingerly hovered over her waist, almost feeling too dirty to touch her dress’s lightening colors. He traced his hands along her bare arms, guiding her to move them gracefully.
“I don’t dance,” she reminded him.
“I’ve seen you fight,” he stepped closer so he was pressed against her back, “you dance.”
“I think you fell off the AT-RT too much,” she teased, letting him continue swaying her.
“Let me teach you,” he ran his hand down her side.
She giggled, “Digger, that tickles!”
He grinned, then spun her out and drew her back in facing him.
“Digger, you-“
He didn’t let her finish her sentence, as he dipped her down and stole a kiss.
“Ner cyar’ika,” he whispered, kissing her again. “I really hope I said that right.”
“I understood,” she brushed under his chin, “I’m your sweetheart.”
Digger brushed his nose against her’s, “may I please have one dance? Nothing fancy, I just want to hold you.”
She hummed, pretending to think with her lips puckered for another kiss. Happily, he kissed her until she was giggling against his lips.
Synopsis: part of my high school AU for my Star Wars OCs, where everyone is still alive and no one dies. Juliette’s parents learn their teenage daughter is hanging out some new friends versus the old ones they met/remember from elementary and middle school. With both parents going away for a business trip during a very important weekend, it’s time they meet Juliette’s new friend group… of 20+ teenage boys.
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The car pulled up to the curb, getting a few curious stares and gawking wide eyes.
Juliette sank in the leather seats, feeling her skin heat up as her peers watched the Mustang idle there. All wondering who was inside the expensive, eye popping red hull with black racing stripes.
“I could’ve walked…” she said quietly.
“Nonsense, ad’ika,” her father unlocked the doors. “It gives me five extra minutes with my favorite girl.”
“I thought mom was your favorite,” Juliette teased.
He held a finger to his lips, “don’t tell on me, or I’ll tell all your little boyfriends embarrassing stories.”
“Buir, no,” she kissed his cheek, “love you.”
“Love you too,” her father shifted gears. “Have a great day.”
She reluctantly opened the door, and slipped out as everyone stared at her. Some in disbelief, others like they forgot her family was rich.
Her father drove off, and she felt frozen as the whispering began. She wondered how much trouble she’d get in if she turned and ran.
An arm wrapped around her, pulling her out of her panic and planting a kiss on her temple.
“Hi, Angel,” Digger brushed his nose against her cheek, “you look beautiful.”
She smiled, and relaxed, “thank you, goofball.”
He gave her another kiss on the cheek, then walked her inside where the rest of his squad was hanging out by their lockers.
“Anyone seen Keks?” Juliette asked them, “I got a present for him.”
“Is it food?“ Hound snickered.
“Of course it’s food,” Juliette held up the container, “it’d be an insult to bring him anything else.”
“I want to know where he puts all that food,” Zombie leaned on the locker.
“Fast metabolism,” Keks popped up behind her, “did you really bring me pancakes?”
“Yes,” she held up the container.
“Vhat a voman,” Keks took the container, “seriously, such an icon.”
“We know,” Mutt laughed.
“That’s why we love her,” Hound grinned.
Digger rolled his eyes, smiling, “sorry, she’s taken.”
Calico faked a gag, “ew. Keep that disgusting love stuff private.”
Keks popped open the lid, “anyone vant a bite?”
Zombie raised his hand, “as long as I’m not getting bitten for taking your food.”
Digger punched the top of his locker, popping the door open. As always, she admired his satisfied smirk as he took out his textbook, and closed the door.
“Shall we?” He turned to her.
“We shall,” she smiled.
****
Fury: I messed up
Fury: please forgive me. I didn’t mean to.
When Juliette saw that pop up on her phone, she subtly slipped her cell under her science binder, grateful to be seated in the back of the class next to Hardwire and have Mirage and Shadow’s bulkier frames in the lab table in front.
Juliette: What’s wrong?
Fury: I was talking to Ace about tonight, and a couple of your gamer buddies joined in.
Fury: Grimm overheard
Juliette: Oh.
Juliette: Is he upset he’s not invited?
Fury: that’s where the mess up is…
Fury: I said he was invited and you just didn’t have his number
Fury: I’m so sorry! I panicked :(
Hardwire nudged her.
She covered her phone, pretending to pay attention as their teacher walked around, passing back quizzes from last week and droning on about their upcoming solar lab.
“…I will allow you to pick your groups of four. Due to safety concerns by your parents and guardians, this lab will be replacing our chemistry experiment using the burners.”
A couple guys snickered, stealing glances at Hardwire. It was enough to make him pull up his hood, and rest his head in his arms.
Poor Hardwire, she rubbed his back.
The teacher returned to the front of the room, and began writing on the whiteboard with a squeaky marker.
Juliette lifted her binder.
Fury: I’ll tell him I lied
Fury: I don’t want you uncomfortable
Fury: I’ll make sure he knows I screwed up. all the blame will be on only me
Juliette: He can come
Juliette: Grimm is my friend too
Juliette: Sort of…
Fury: yeah. that’s pretty much what everyone says :)
Fury: I’ll make it up to you
Fury: I promise
Juliette: *hearted Fury’s message*
She hid her phone again as the marker’s cap clicked on, then the next lesson began.
****
The final bell rang, and Juliette approached her locker that already had her favorite Fett leaning against it sucking on a lollipop and a strawberry one waiting just for her.
“Hi, Cos,” she began spinning the lock.
“Starlight,” he unwrapped the pop, “I have a question.”
“What’s up?” Juliette opened the metal door.
He held out the lollipop, “do the others know what they’re getting into?”
Juliette closed her mouth around the candy, “nope. I think only you, Fury, Hardwire, and Digger know I live in a mansion.”
“Fun,” Cosmos stole her magnetic mirror from the metal door, “so, meet up is still 5:00?”
“Yup,” she reorganized her textbooks, then smiled at the Polaroids hanging in her locker.
Cosmos traced his scar on his chin, “can I come early then? I can help set up, and also establish that I’m the alpha best friend and everyone else is just extra.”
Juliette snorted, “sure, Cos.”
Cosmos held up her mirror, want to check yourself before your boyfriend shows up?”
“Too late,” Digger hugged her from behind.
She giggled as he rested his chin on her head, “hi, Goofball.”
“Hi, Angel,” he kissed the top of her head, “the squad and I are doing a grocery run. Need anything for tonight?”
Juliette found his hand on her waist, and squeezed it, “just your dumb face.”
“Can do,” Digger hugged her tight, “later, Angel. Later, Cosmos.”
“See you, Digger,” Cosmos two finger saluted.
He disappeared off into the sea of high schoolers, and Juliette closed her locker sighing.
“Don’t say it,” Cosmos groaned.
“I miss him,” she pouted.
“And you say it anyways,” Cosmos took her hand, “come on, Starlight. Let’s prep for tonight.”
****
Stickler: Anyone need a ride to Juliette’s tonight?
Dabbler: I do!
Tag: Frenzy and I are going to walk
Tag: but thank you for asking
Baby: so wher does she live?
Radar: In a castle made our rainbows and gummy bears! xD
Frenzy: LOL RADAR!!!! XD
Tracks: *liked Radar’s message*
Goose: she lives in that big fancy mansion with the big gates and security system
Ace: she does?
Squirrel: ya dude
Squirrel: she’s rich
Sticker: Her parents are rich
Max: guys…
Radar: SEE! CASTLE!
Baby: damn…
Dabbler: I use to ride by that place all the time! She lives there?!?!
Max: guys!!!!
Squirrel: went there once for halloween
Squirrel: jumbo size candies
Frenzy: I LOVE THAT HOUSE!!!!
Goose: they always go all out for holidays! I like going by during Christmas
Goose: crazy to think she’s been living their the whole time!
