I Thought That Was Adorable!

The NEW poster for Star Wars: Ep IX - The Rise Of Skywalker that debuted at D23 Expo, Aug 24th 2019.

Secret Clones AU

Short version: Secret Clones AU is the clones going into hiding in plain sight across the galaxy to force a fair wage and also to keep the babies safe from Kaminoans

The clones figure out the plan to take advantage of them, brain chips, etc. several years before the war hits. IDK how, maybe Jango decided to take a closer look with Mij and went Oh Shit. Doesn't matter. Point is, they caught on and decided that they needed to uhhhhh get Out.

There are millions of clones, yes, but there are tens of thousands of planets.

Once the chips are out and someone's jabbed them with anti-aging serum... they're not that different from standard humans.

And it's not exactly hard to tie up the Kaminoans long enough to get off planet.

So what happens is that a while, let's say a year and a half, before the war kicks off, you have a mass exodus from Kamino, and a wide dispersal of clones. They are generally staying together in groups of about half a dozen, claiming to be brothers, so that there's a 16-18-ish looking clone to take lead, with progressively younger cadets to look after. Each one has a commander they can 'report' to in case of emergency, and if something goes real bad, they can call in an Alpha (and Alphas can call in Jango in a worst case scenario).

It's still sort of a military structure, but... it's a phone tree.

And you have one of these groups of half a dozen clones in every major city. There are thousands of planets, and most of those planets have more than one city. Denon and Coruscant are nothing but city, so they can get counted as dozens of cities on their own. It's easy to disappear in places like that.

It's so easy for the clones, before anyone knows them, to just... disappear. Go into hiding in plain sight.

It's not like more than a handful of people know what to look for.

(It's not like they have a centralized record of who went where.)

(It's just the phone tree.)

They still get real excited-happy-eager when they run into a Jedi.

They want to work with Jedi. They're the good guys! And they're cool!

But your army did a mass desertion before the war started and finding/recruiting all of them is going to take a stupid amount of money. You cannot hire a bounty hunter for each and every clone.

And as @bytebun put it:

Somebody two years later: you look …familiar. Have we met? Clone: haha I get that a lot just one of those faces

AND THEY CAN GET AWAY WITH IT BECAUSE THE GALAXY IS HECKING MASSIVE

I think the Republic has to like… negotiate with Jango and the Alphas and set up paid contracts if they want these Ultra Skilled Warriors to fight for them.

The clones can fight. Some of them even want to fight. They are good at this and they recognize that many of the things that are occurring under Separatist invasion are Mega Bad.

But like. Pay them and treat them as citizens, first.

The Jedi are even more confused about this identical army that really loves them than they are in canon Where the heck did you guys come from Who trained you Why do you like us What the heck is going on

"Someone wanted us to be a trap for you but we took the trap out. Here we have a sample if you want. Anyway. We like you guys and want to fight with you because honestly civilian life is way understimulating. Let me punch a droid."

I think a few of the clones do 'scouting' where they voluntarily help a Jedi in the field to gather information on their validity as Friends. Cody keeps a number of spreadsheets that are just Various Jedi Encounters.

Rex does a scouting mission with Kenobi&Skywalker and just goes to Cody like "Listen. I know he's insane. But. I want that one."

Rex just "I call dibs" "Cody. Cody did you hear me. Dibs, I call dibs."

@catboydogma: stats for pong krell are all zeroes

Absolute shit tier Jedi They play rock paper scissors to decide who has to deal with him

A solid half of the clones don't get recruited because the lack of advanced aging (past a certain point) means they're physically still minors and My Dad (Alphas and CCs) Said No. They stay behind on their various planets to look after The Real Babies.

"Let me ask my dad" "Wait--" "He said no."

Just want these boys to have Civilian Lives they can return to or at least experience before war gets them all fucked up.

I think some of them try to Make Connections with influential people (whether politicians or like... Space Influencers) so they have people vouching for them once the war kicks off. And there can be at least some public pushback on functionally enslaving them.

"I can't believe you manipulated people into liking you! That's so mean!" "Well you see. I wanted to survive past the age of eleven. So."

I love how Kara just loves to taunt Lex with the fact that Lena is on her side. Like she knows how much he hates it.

She did it when she revealed Lena made her K-Proof suit in season 4.

"You can thank your sister for this."

And now again.

"You're predictable. You can thank your sister for proving that."

It gives off the same energy of: "Your daughter calls me Daddy too."

It's like she's basically rubbing it in his face that Lena has been and always will be hers and Lex can die mad about it.

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for the sharing a bed prompts, 35 and Malvie? (or whoever you feel inspired to write!)

Absolutely! Thanks for the ask, Anon!

35. “I wanna be big spoon this time.” “But you’re tiny.”

Mal bites down on her lip as hard as she can, trying her best to stifle the giggle buried in her throat. She swats the relentless fingers digging into her side, ones with pretty, long red fingernails that only make the tickling feel even more merciless with every deliberate jab.

"Eves, stop it already!" Mal gasps, grabbing at the girl's wrists and shoving them behind her. “Cease, desist! Uncle!”

Evie pulls back long enough so Mal can roll over and face her. She’s gasping deeply, her laughter coming out in breathless wheezes, and Mal can’t stop herself from smiling a little at the sight of Evie’s brightly flushed cheeks and wide smile.

“Ok, ok, have you had your fun now?” Mal quips. Evie nods silently, still trying to catch her breath. Mal pulls at one of her hands, bringing it close to her chest and stroking it lightly with her thumb.

“You know, if I didn’t love you so much Princess, that sense of humor of yours could get you in some big trouble.”

“Oh come on, Mal,” Evie whines, leaning in to peck her lips lightly. “I was just having a little fun. Besides, your skin is so soft, it’s hard to resist a little tickle when I’m hugging you like that.”

Mal rolls her eyes at that, and Evie bursts another giggle as she buries her face into her girlfriend’s neck, her nose scrunching as purple strands brush her skin.

“Whatever. Then it’s my turn next. You know, you’ve got soft skin too, Eves.”

She nudges in a little with her nose, letting it graze Evie’s jaw and prompting more giggles. Evie pulls back then, eyeing Mal and perking a curious brow.

“So, you’re saying you want to be the big spoon, then?”

Evie smirks when Mal nods back vigorously, planting a hand just over Mal’s shoulder so she can lift herself up. She hovers over Mal and leans in close, letting their noses just barely touch.

“But, babe,” she coos, smiling wide when Mal snorts at her nasally tone. “You’re...tiny.”

“What?!” Mal’s eyes blow wide with shock, and Evie lets out a quiet chuckle as she boops Mal’s nose with her finger.

“Oh stop, you know you’re still the biggest baddie at this school,” Evie scoffs, letting her hand cup Mal’s cheek. “You’re just, the littlest...biggest baddie, too. And that’s not a bad thing!”

Mal thrusts her hips up, knocking Evie back in a fit of laughter. She’s quick to overtake the bluenette, swinging a leg over her hips to straddle her and taking her wrists in both hands.

“You’d going to pay for that, princess,” she growls lightly, and dips down to pepper kisses up and down Evie’s face and neck. The girl’s laughter comes in short bursts as she gasps for air under Mal’s assault, bucking half-heartedly as if she’s trying to throw Mal off of her. But not really.

“Fine, you win!” Evie groans, whipping her head from side to side until Mal finally relents and sits back up. She doesn’t let go of Evie’s wrists though, and just continues to stare down at her, grinning triumphantly.

“I win? So, I get to be big spoon?” she declares as she lets herself flop to Evie’s side.

“Yes,” Evie snickers, turning her body to face Mal. “You can be my littlest...biggest spoon.”

Mal groans and smacks a hand to her face, dragging it down to fix a glare at Evie’s too-proud smirk.

“Fuck, you’re lucky you’re so cute, you know that?”

Evie hums happily, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Mal’s lips.

“Hm, yes. I’m lucky you’re mine, too.”

Mal sighs and reaches out to stroke her fingers through Evie’s soft blue strands.

“You know just what to say to get yourself out of trouble, don’t you?”

“Yep.” Evie admits, making sure to pop her p. “You taught me well, big baddie.”

Mal chuckles and shoves at her shoulder, pushing forcefully to turn Evie back around. When her back is to Mal, she makes a show of slinging an arm and leg over Evie’s body, pulling her close and kissing her cheek from behind.

“That’s big spoon to you, Eves.”

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Track: ‘Warriors’ - Imagine Dragons

Ponds didn’t consider he would ever be able to use a lightsaber, but Mace Windu seemed to think otherwise as he pushed it into Pond’s hand.

“Sir I can’t! I won’t be able to help them, I-I-”

“Commander Ponds,” Mace stated, leaving no room for an argument as he crushed a droid's head with the Force alone. “You have lived through everything, stood by my side every step of the way and then some, and have been faithful to your brothers from the beginning.” Mace forced two droids to turn on each other as they fired, Ponds taking a few shots behind the Jedi to cover his back. “The force is calling for you to continue being you, to continue being someone I am proud to call my friend. Don’t let that last shred of fear and doubt convince you that you, or any of your brothers, are anything but men worth living for!”

Ponds spun back and met Mace Windu's hard gaze, the world crashing to a halt. It was a familiar look, one that spoke of a wisdom and assuredness, and drove what he had said to the center of Ponds very soul. Before him was a man who people had doubted, who had walked the edge of hatred and managed to hang on to his beliefs. Someone who would risk everything he was to give another the chance to become who they needed to be.

Exactly like he was doing now.

The weight of the saber suddenly became lighter, and Ponds found himself breathing steady as he raised the hilt between them. Something within himself began burning under Windu's stare, something that guided his movements to ignite the weapon. And as they were bathed in the iconic purple light, Ponds didn’t feel anything but faith. Faith in the saber, faith in his Jedi, and faith in his brothers. And as he lowered it, Windu now wore the faintest of smiles. 

“Don’t forget we have a sabacc rematch soon, Commander.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sir," Ponds promised.

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Track: ‘Soldiers’ - Otherwise

Wolffe didn’t understand what was happening when Plo Koon was suddenly handing him his lightsaber. And he still couldn’t quite put the pieces together when he noticed Cody go flying through the air under Padawan Tano’s guiding force. But he definitely understood the tightness of fear in his chest when Rex and Cody ran directly at the Sith Lord who had just beaten one of the strongest Jedi he knew to exist.

“Son,” Plo Koon's voice cut through Wolffe's fear, a sense of calm in his storm, and dragged Wolffe back to the Kel Dor and his offered saber. “Your family needs you.”

Wolffe's world shifted to an odd halt as he considered what was happening. Thoughts that haunted him flooded through him, bit at the edges of his mind with doubt. What was he going to do? What could he ever do?

Wolffe has felt useless before, has lost everything in an instant. He has watched his brothers die often enough to wade constantly in hopelessness. And he remembers fruitlessly hugging his brothers close when they were all just cadets, wishing for an option other than the trials for war. There were so many times Wolffe, the supposed strong and intimidating commander he was, had only felt pointless and worthless. So many times he had cried to the galaxy to give them all something to hope for, something to make all the pain worth it.

And yet, Wolffe realized in a bright instant, he always had it. In his stillness he remembered how Plo Koon called him son, and meant it as much as Wolffe did calling Plo his Buir. How after each battle he would come back to the 104th and be greeted with just as much warmth from his brothers as respect, finding strength in each other. That at the end of the day, it was his family that had always kept him fighting, striving to stay hopeful and survive. It always had been and always will be his family that makes this life worth living, and he would do anything and everything to keep it that way.

Wolffe locked eyes with Plo Koon for a moment just long enough to convey everything he knew the Jedi could already see clearly. And as the world came crashing back to him he took the saber without an ounce of hesitation.