My “Star Wars: Republic Commando” Experience thus far:
- Sev, stop mocking my as you scrape my pathetic butt off the floor.
- Fixer, I don’t care if it’s against protocol to get me up when there are still enemies around, just do it!
- Scorch…you’re off the hook for making me giggle each time.
- Fixer, you couldn’t have warned me about that proximity mine BEFORE I walked over it?
- QUICK SAVE EVERY TIME YOU FINISH KILLING SOMETHING SERIOUSLY.
- The HUD options all have perks and I’m not disappointed :D
- TRANDOSHANS SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO TAKE SO MANY KRIFFING LASER BOLTS BEFORE DEATH.
- Ammmooooo *sob* Persecutor, you have DOZENS OF DEAD CLONES ON YOU BUT YOU DON’T HAVE MORE AMMO BOXES THAN I COULD COUNT ON BOTH HANDS.
- Space shot guns are very good at killing their original owners.
- The NPCs aren’t incompetent and don’t make you feel like you’ve got a gaggle of children with water guns following you around. Well done, game!
- Don’t assign someone to a fixed point unless you know you’ll have to manually unassign them later. Being swarmed by Geos and droids while Fixer is squatted behind a random metal stand is not conducive to survival.
- Bacta stations and the ability for you and your team to use them is an awesome feature. My only question is why some are where they are.
- There IS friendly fire and I feel really guilty for shooting Sev with my pistol to find out.
- FLASH GRENADES ALSDJFSL
- I love the sniper rifle for being a little OP.
- Honestly, my biggest complaint thus far is that the unique abilities of each squad member isn’t showcased more. Scorch shows enthusiasm for explosives, sure, but any of us could still do most of what he does. Even Sev isn’t unique in his sniping ability, though I haven’t used it too much.
- Whenever there’s epic music playing with a male choir, I get Skyrim flashbacks as I realize I’m about to get my butt kicked.
- I know Vode An plays when I’m supposed to be doing/have done something epic, but it’s more like a reminder of how pathetic I am in comparison to the bad-ass music as I limp away from a battle to a bacta dispenser.
- Also space shotguns.
- Though there are flaws, the AI for my squad is fantastic. You know how long I can turn my back to a room crowded with B1s, B2s, and even a Droideka? Over a FULL MINUTE. Seriously, these guys are more competent than most modern AIs.
- …Be careful in case they box you into a corner or in a tunnel. You can’t walk through or past them, so you’ll be trapped until you load a quick save or shoot them down.
- The four of us alone are capable of taking on an entire small army and winning. Why aren’t more clones trained this well I mean come on this war wouldn’t take 2+ years if that were true.
- Scorch and Sev are very entertaining to listen to when they start talking with each other and nobody is allowed to interrupt because they’re my version of a vacation in this mess.
- FIVE MINUTES IS BARELY A SUFFICIENT AMOUNT OF TIME TO DO THIS DON’T YA THINK?!
- Anyone who’s played the game will understand the pain of the above comment.
- DROID POPPERS ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND.
- And sniper rifles fix turrets.
- One of Scorch’s lines is literally a high-pitched, enthusiastic “Wheee!”. THIS MAN. THIS MAN IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL AND HE’S ADORABLE AND DEADLY APPRECIATE HIS EXISTENCE.
For the AU meme: Anakin isn't human. How does that alter things? IDK what other species, there are so many to choose from... Twi'lek? Firrerreo? Togruta? Mirialan? Your choice!
… this is actually kind of hard because Star Wars sort of sucks at providing anything in the way of in-depth nonhuman cultures in the movies (and honestly is sort of hit-or-miss on in-depth movie culture in general, imo), which are pretty much all my reference points aside from Wookiepedia soooooo in honor of Wookiepedia I GUESS WE’RE GOING WITH WOOKIE!ANAKIN. >___>
For starters, Qui-Gon finds a very unhappy nine year-old Wookie SWEATING TO DEATH in a Tatooine junkshop. The amount of grooming/brushing-out-the-undercoat that Anakin and Shmi both have to do is just d e p r e s s i n g. AND LET’S TALK ABOUT THE SAND, AND EVERYWHERE IT GETS. “You’re a slave?” Padmé asks in shock after C-3PO translates, because C-3PO was definitely more important to finish when it was Wookie!Shmi needing him. Wookie throats can’t vocalize Basic and Shyriiwook is not a commonly-understood language on Tatooine. Tatooine is not commonly a place where Wookies ARE. “The young sir is a person, and his name is Anakin,” C-3PO supplies in translation of Anakin’s dissatisfied rumble-trill.
Since Wookies have a much longer lifespan than humans, the Council is like “… okay, TECHNICALLY he’s not REALLY too old so I GUESS he might still grow out of the fear and attachment thing” and is a little less paranoid about him in general. Anakin is smol and fluffy, okay: they’re Jedi, but they’re not made of STONE. SMOL AND FLUFFY PADAWAN WITH SMOL AND FLUFFY PADAWAN BRAID. AND LOOK AT THAT CUTE FACE, FOR FORCE’S SAKE.
Obi-Wan is immediately resigned to being outgrown by his smol and fluffy padawan from day one. There are no illusions that Anakin might not outgrow him by a million miles. Also, now he has to learn Shyriiwook, and Obi-Wan is Not Good At Shyriiwook but he does his best. Palpatine, meanwhile, completely fails to notice Anakin at all. Yes, yes, impressive midichlorian count and “Chosen One” mythos and all, but Wookies are WOOKIES. Maul was one thing, but a WOOKIE? They’re stupid, hulking beasts that can’t even speak BASIC, for Force’s sake. “Cowardly and angry” is only useful in an apprentice who can wield a damn lightsaber without using it as a club. This is really just proof of how low the Order has sunk, that they could mistake THIS pathetic little creature for their SAVIOR. It’s actually rather amusing, in fact. And no, this definitely won’t backfire for him in any way whatsoever, why would you ever think so? “Sweet Force, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, staring at the fucking MASSIVE lightsaber that his preteen padawan has built. Anakin waves it and beheads four training dummies in one fell swoop. And nearly Obi-Wan, whoops. “SWEET FORCE, ANAKIN.”
Tiny Togruta padawan Ahsoka Tano constantly perching on her huge-ass Wookie master’s shoulders. Tiny Togruta padawan Ahsoka Tano constantly using her huge-ass Wookie master’s shoulders as a LAUNCHPAD to rain down JEDI HELL on a droideka. THRILLED CLONE SOLDIERS WATCHING THEIR HUGE-ASS WOOKIE GENERAL SHRED A WHOLE DROID BATTALION LIKE SO MUCH SPACE TISSUE PAPER.
Also, Wookies and humans are not genetically compatible, so Padmé and Anakin are both eventually going to be VERY CONFUSED when she gets pregnant with adorable but weirdly short only-mostly-Wookie twins. Very, VERY confused. Wait, no, actually this does sound like how his mom explained conception to him, Anakin thinks; never mind. “IT DOES NOT SOUND LIKE HOW MY MOM EXPLAINED IT TO ME,” Padmé says.
OKAY I'M EXCITED NOW YAS. for the 'send me a pairing and a number,' omg uhh can I send you a few?? Just because if I send you one and you don't like it, then mehhhh, but OKAY.. Rexsoka- 5, 13, 27, 28, OR 38 so idk there's a variety (I swear I'm not pushy) ur an amazing writer (><)
5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
The sun shone down on the Onderonian camp, easygoing baying and bleating drifted from the animal pens, and one practice det rolled a little too close to Ahsoka thanks to an uncoordinated arm before it popped. The pulse it emitted was far from deadly, but still packed enough punch to collapse a training droideka; on an organic sentient, the result was even more effective. Ahsoka dropped, mid-sentence in her lecture to the rebels about recognizing enemy threats. She would’ve hit the ground hard if Lux Bonteri hadn’t been an arm’s length away to catch her.
A couple of the rebels took off running for the Jedi masters while the rest crowded around Lux as he knelt down, lowering Ahsoka to the ground, cradling her lolling head. Captain Rex was actually the first to reach the scene, pushing through the onlookers who had formed a nearly perfect circle around Ahsoka, just as she came to.
Ahsoka’s unfocused gaze rotated around the group hovering over her before landing on Lux’s relieved face.
“What… happened?” she mumbled. Her voice sounded as fractured as her mind felt.
“You fainted… straight into my arms.” Lux told her gently, grinning. “You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
Those were far too many words for her battered mind to process at the moment with her head swimming and montrals ringing inside and out. But then a gloved hand fell on Lux’s shoulder and tore him clean away from Ahsoka. Rex took his place kneeling on the ground, wrapping a supporting arm around her back.
The clone captain immediately took to pulling supplies out of pouches while from somewhere behind Lux quickly defended, “I can look after her!”
“I’ve had years of training; I know what I’m doing, kid.” It wasn’t so much an argument as an outright dismissal.
Lux might’ve pressed the issue if Obi-Wan hadn’t stepped in, taking the reins of Ahsoka’s interrupted class to continue in her place. Off to the side, Anakin berated the clumsy rebel who’d caused the accident in the first place; words were unintelligibly low to the rest of the eavesdropping rebels, but his harsh tone was unmistakably clear.
Slowly the rebels congregated around Obi-Wan, leaving Ahsoka in the care of a captain who didn’t seem too intent on company anyway. Lux followed last; he wouldn’t have followed at all but Steela pulled him by the arm.
Ahsoka’s head stopped lolling once she propped it against Rex’s shoulder. Her weak protests that she was perfectly fine couldn’t dissuade him from administering a stim or running through a long series of questions about how she was feeling.
Halfway through determining whether or not she had a concussion, Ahsoka’s head tipped to observe the reconvened lecture. Her eyes immediately zoned in on Steela and Lux, and narrowed at how they seemed to whisper more than Obi-Wan talked.
“Do they talk like that when I’m teaching?” she griped, but in her present state it sounded no stronger than a mumble. “They’re not even paying attention. No wonder he’s terrible at–”
Rex tapped one montral and she tensed in a full-body cringe.
The residual haze clogging her montrals, as thick as the Wasskah mud she once lived in for too long– and just as unpleasant– caused a strange echo effect; Rex’s poke drummed around her head thickly. However, everything else she heard came across as if she was listening from the bottom of a lake to people talking above the water’s surface.
“…you even listening to me?”
“Rex, my head,” she whined. Her gaze slid again to the group surrounding Obi-Wan. “But seriously, it’s like they’re not even paying attention.”
Rex followed her gaze to the same couple he’d caught her spying at since they landed planetside, before turning his incredulous attention back on Ahsoka. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
Ahsoka started weakly. Feeling the blush in her lekku actually hurt. “What! Me? No! I’m definitely not jealous!” she squawked indignantly. She puffed up like an angry Kiros bird before settling back against his shoulder.
“That’s good,” Rex said, “because you’d be wasting your affection on him.”
Ahsoka glanced up at him with widening eyes, only for Rex to fall right back into his line of health-related questioning.
He ended with, “Can you stand?”
It was a challenge in and of itself just to nod; her montrals felt heavy enough to crash right into the ground if she hadn’t been leaning on Rex. But he believed her and pulled her to her feet.
The following disorienting rush bounced around in her montrals, and Ahsoka tried as nonchalantly as possible to lean on her captain for support. In all actuality, she leaned hard enough against Rex to make him stagger under her weight.
“Maybe you should lie down for awhile,” he suggested in a strained voice.
“Rex, you’re not a medic.”
“We’re all trained to a basic proficiency on Kamino. And it is my expert opinion that you should take it easy the rest of the day.”
“Then you’ll have no problem standing on your own,” Rex said. And without even giving her the chance to brace herself, he stepped completely outside her reach.
Ahsoka tipped over.
Rex crouched next to her where she’d landed on her hip, squeaking her protests at the campsite that wouldn’t stop spinning.
“So you’ll rest for awhile?”
“I can’t be the only one sitting out…” There was still a myriad of basic instructions the Jedi had to impart to the rebels, and very little time to do it. Already their training stretched from sunup to beyond sundown.
“You were just hit by a training det,” Rex enunciated. But even Ahsoka’s disoriented pout was defiant. The captain nodded toward the shade of a crumbling wall. “Come on, I’ll sit with you.”
No sooner had Rex settled next to her after helping her down did Ahsoka let her head clunk against his shoulder. Now that he was out of armor, her montral and lek conformed perfectly to his arm. Her eyes drooped.
“How long am I gonna need to recover?”
“You should be fine by tomorrow,” Rex said. “Just in time to teach the rebels how to destroy tanks.”
Ahsoka would’ve rolled her eyes if it didn’t hurt. “Just my luck.” Her eyes slipped fully closed now as the exhaustion of recovery caught up with her. Maybe the stim Rex’d given her was starting to wear off already. Her voice sounded more tired than she intended when she said, “Sorry to pull you away like this, Rex.”
Incapacitated as she was, Ahsoka still heard Rex’s low chuckle.
“I figure I owe you one, sir. After Cuyabula.”
Ahsoka tried her hardest to sit up at that, but her body didn’t seem to want to comply. So she asked from his shoulder, “I thought you said you didn’t want to talk about Cuyabula anymore?”
“I’m not talking about Cuyabula, I’m just saying…”
A grin crinkled her face.
Obi-Wan was well suited to mentoring the Onderon rebels as he was intrinsically accustomed to talking so long. By the time he finished Ahsoka’s lesson, which she would’ve taught in half the time, Lux found Ahsoka in the long shadow of a crumbling wall, passed out on Rex’s shoulder. At first it appeared both were sleeping, until the captain stirred when Lux wandered too close.
“Can I help you?” the soldier grunted.
“Just wanted to check up on her…”
“She’s fine; she doesn’t need to be bothered right now, either.”
Lux took his leave at that, shoulders scrunched.
“You need to improve your bedside manner,” Ahsoka mumbled, halfway asleep. She shifted slightly until she found a more comfortable way to lean against him.
“Hey, when he’s the one knocked out on my shoulder, I’ll be gentle as a taun faun to him.”
Nate sighed and stared down into his empty glass. “Hurley, I thought we told you to never contact us again after the incident with Sister Lupe.”
“I know, Nate,” Hurley said. “But I’m not here as your friend, I’m here to hire you!”
Nate raised his eyebrows. “Really.”
Hurley nodded. “Yep. See, it turns out that Sister Lupe wasn’t just smuggling medicine; she was actually working with-” He paused and glanced around the empty bar to check if anyone was listening, completely missing the cameras and bugs that Hardison and Parker had installed when they moved in above the bar, before continuing in a whisper. “The Rebel Alliance, and now I am too.”
“Nope,” Nate said, pushing himself to his feet. “Hurley, my team takes down corrupt businesses and officials, not empires.”
“Please, Nate,” Hurley begged, moving to block his path. “We really need help, and your team is the best of the best.”
“You don’t have to take down the entire Empire,” Hurley bargained. “Just the Emperor. The Alliance will take over from there. Besides, you could say that the Emperor is the most corrupt person in the entire galaxy. If anyone can do, it would be you.”
Nate pushed past him, refusing to even consider doing as Hurley asked. “Goodbye, Hurley.”
He didn’t look back as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. Nate knew he had better alcohol up there, stuff that would stop the plans already beginning to come together in his brain on how to take down the Emperor. Hopefully the team hadn’t been listening in on them.
After arranging their stay on Bimmisaari, Ivy returned to her scavenging ways while Maul did… whatever it was he did aboard the ship for most of the day. Most likely meditation– either way, he kept to himself, so did she. Their conversations became less frequent; usually a nod to each other as greeting, and the occasional ‘Need anything from the market?’ from Ivy before departing.
Ivy’d saved more than any amount of credits she ever had before, which allowed them to stay where their ship was hidden for much longer than she normally would have stayed anywhere. It also supplied them with food and new provisions anytime they needed– a luxury neither of them had known in a long while.
Stepping up the ramp and into the ship, Ivy quickly made her way to her room and emptied the credits she’d earned that day into her bag. She’d gotten her hand caught in a piece of jagged durasteel in attempts to retrieve a droideka shield generator– several cuts and a deep gash in her palm oozed blood as she picked out splinters of rust.
“Incredible.” She snarked to herself as she exited her living space and started towards the washroom– hopefully she’d remembered to restock the bandages in the storage unit.
the sidemen experience; a collection of the best songs used by the sidemen listen
► songs on playlist
i. no sleep - ksi / ii. look like - charlie sloth / iii. surface - aero chord / iv. badinga (ding) - twrk / v. lamborghini - ksi / vi. get hyper - droideka / vii. warrior of the night - aero chord / viii. im ready - ajr / ix. thats not me - skepta / x. fatality - deeco / xi. still speedin - sway / xii. mundian to bach ke - panjabi mc
“Oh no,” the general says from the edge of camp, something spiking sharp in his pheromones, and Rex glances towards him with a mix of confusion and concern. That tone is not a normal tone, coming from General Skywalker. That tone is also not a good tone, considering they are no-damn-where near reinforcements right now.
“Sir?” he asks warily, instinctively putting a hand on his blaster and honestly expecting a dozen slagging droidekas to land on their heads in the next heartbeat. Jedi don’t say much with that much dread, is the thing, and he’s not the only brother to have gone for his weapon over catching it in the general’s scent.
“Oh no,” the general repeats, not seeming to have heard him or to even have realized that he’s close enough to be overheard himself. His back’s to them, which might be contributing to that, but Jedi still aren’t usually that unobservant.
Rex takes a sniff and takes a few steps to the side to get a clearer look and figure out if he needs to call Kix over. The general’s pheromones have been a little off the past week or two; he might be coming down with something. They’re even worse now, warped and jitter-bright under a sudden rush of anxiety, and his face is paler than a dead man’s. He’s staring at something in his hand–a little plastic-looking stick. Some kind of holofile, maybe? If it is, Rex doesn’t recognize the hardware.
He approaches the general warily, still on high-alert for an attack, but the general doesn’t move and every drop of that dread in him is all very, very clearly focused on the stick. Rex hopes like hell the thing’s not some kind of explosive or fucked-up Sith weapon.
“Sir,” he says again, a little louder, and the general’s head snaps up and he stares at him–guiltily? What the kriff? “Something wrong?”
He’d ask everything all right?, but he’s not a damn shiny.
“No,” the general says abruptly, and crushes the unidentified stick in his prosthetic before sweeping away. Rex stares after him and sticks by his earlier assessment: what the kriff?