numa girl

Ещё одна интересная тви'лечка в коллекцию. Жаль, что в новой серии ей отвели маленькую роль, ведь прошлое из Войн Клонов у неё довольно богатое. Но всё равно приятно было видеть старых персонажей и отсылки к Войнам Клонов :D

the-dragongirl  asked:

Flash fic prompt: Clone dads, Waxer and Boil trying to figure out how to feed picky eater Numa.

             “No!”

             “Numa―”

             “I don’t like it!”

             “Num’ika, you haven’t even tried it yet,” Waxer said plaintively, offering the ration bar to the girl again. Numa scowled at him and turned her head away from the offending bar.

             “No!”

             “But you need to eat!” Waxer protested, feeling a little desperate. The 212th had been out in the Outer Rim for longer than planned, and while they were nearly back with the main fleet, where they would be able to refuel, they had finally run out of fresh (or, as fresh as they ever got) provisions, leaving them all on rations bars.

             Needless to say, Numa did not approve.

             “I don’t like them!” The little twi’lek said again, crossing her spindly arms over her chest. Waxer had to bite back a plaintive noise.

             “But you’ve eaten them before!”

             “Nu-uh. I don’t like them.”

             “Is she still not eating?”

             Waxer looked to see Boil, a cup of caff in one hand and his own half eaten ration bar in the other.

             “Not a bite,” Waxer said miserably.

             Boil frowned, and sat down on Numa’s other side. “You’ve got to eat, Numa,” he said sternly. “I know they aren’t best but―”

             “No!”

             Boil scowled, but Numa only scowled right back. Waxer dropped his head onto the table with a groan. He’s was out. Boil’s turn.

             “Why won’t you eat them?” Boil demanded. “Aren’t you hungry?”

             Numa scowled and pursed her lips, but said nothing. Boil frowned, and looked at the ration bar Waxer was still holding, unwrapped but uneaten.

             “What don’t you like about them?” he finally asked.

             Numa blinked and hesitated.

             “They make my mouth sandy,” she finally said, flinging her words like a challenge at Boil.

             Boil arched a brow. “Sandy, eh?”

             Numa nodded. Boil hummed.

             “Well, I can’t say I disagree, kiddo. We’ve run out of juice, but…” He glanced down at his own pitiful meal, and then slid his cup towards Numa. “Here. Try it with this.”

             Waxer’s head shot up off the table. “Boil!”

             “What?!”

             “You can’t give her that!”

             “Why not?”

             Waxer gaped him, and then looked at Numa, who had taken a bite of her ration bar, a sip of Boil’s caff, and considerate look on her face. Then she grinned.

             “Yummy!”

             Waxer watched in silent horror as the seven year old began eating with gusto, and drinking the caff with equal energy. Then he turned, and glared at Boil.

             “She is going to be up all night, and you’re going to be the one to deal with it,” he growled.

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Anyone else watching Rebels? I’m a bit behind, but I just noticed this and I felt my heart skip. Numa the little girl saved by Code’s scouts Waxer and Boil grew up to be a rebel and her, her brother and her dad still where their armor. Numa even still has Waxer crest on her shoulder. I wonder what happened to them???

the-dragongirl  asked:

Puns, here is prompt: please write me the Boil/Waxer thing you told me about in which Boil does not approve of Waxer giving weapons training to their small and breakable child.

HOLY CRAP 100 YEARS LATER I FINALLY FINISH THIS!

I’m going to cross post it on AO3 too, I think.

Thank you for being so patient DG.


Boil woke slowly, a luxury rarely granted to clones on active duty. Rolling over, he absently thanked his utterly insane general for somehow managing to get him and Waxer double quarters. Boil had not even know star destroyers had double quarters, but he was sure not complaining.

He was alone in the bed, Waxer’s side cool and empty. As he buried his face into a pillow and savored the silence, Boil decided that, that was okay. More sleep was always good, even if he was alone…

‘Wait.’

Boil sat bolt upright, any lingering dregs of sleep gone. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side as he listened.

Silence.

It was never silent, especially not around Boil. There was always something going on, someone (usually Numa. Or Waxer,) talking, laughing, or jumping on the bed at the most inopportune times. Silence was suspicious. Silence meant trouble.

With a groan, Boil pulled himself out of bed. Despite his late rising, they were not on leave, just not needed immediately (and General Kenobi had always been good about that; giving his troops time to rest and regroup whenever he could manage it), so after taking a moment to duck into the tiny attached fresher to rinse the morning breath from his mouth, Boil pulled on his armor. Stretching as he moved, he left his quarters, a determined scowl painting his face.

                                                        ~~~
Waxer knew the jig was up when the sound of heavy-booted footsteps thudding down the hall reached his ears.

‘Kriff, he got up early.’

“Numa, sweetie?”

The twilek girl look up at him, a wide grin of her tiny face. “Yes Nera?”

“Hide the blaster for me? I think I’m about to get in trouble.”

Numa’s eyes widened, almost comically so, but her grin did not waver. “Nera’s in trouble?”

“WAXER!”

Boil’s voice bounced and echoed of the range walls, and Waxer resisted the urge to sigh. Oh, he was so in for it.

“Yes Numa, I really think I am.”

She giggled. “Nera’s in trouble, Nera’s in trouble~”

“Hey you, if Boil’s grumpy with me, I’m taking you down too!” Waxer said, laughing and wiggling his fingers threateningly at the child. Numa’s laugher only increased, even as the footsteps grew louder.

“Quickly now, hide the blaster.” Waxer urged, straightening up from his crouch on the floor, just as Boil stormed into the practice range, eyes blazing.

                                                        ~~~
“What are you two up to in-“ Boil stopped five paces into the room, his eyes widening at the sight that greeted him. Waxer, in half his armor, his blacks showing from the waist up, looking far too innocent to be true, Numa next to him, a wide grin on her face and a blaster bigger than she was, “hidden” behind her.
Boil gaped for single, brief moment, before locking eyes with his partner and batchmate.

“Waxer!”

Waxer raised his hands, whether in protest or surrender Boil was not sure. “What? There are no regs against a little morning target practice.”

“Target practice?!” Boil looked from Waxer, to Numa (still grinning) and back to Waxer. “Waxer, she’s six standard! And that thing is twice her size!”

“I wasn’t going to let her fire it!” Waxer protested, “She just wanted to look at it!” He glanced away. “We were going to start small…”

Boil followed his gaze to the smaller set of dual pistols, sitting on a bench.

“Waxer!”

“Oh come on Boil, you and I were firing blasters at two!”

Boil pinched the bridge of his nose. “We were half grown at two, remember?! And nowhere near as small!”

“Nera Boil.”

Boil looked down. Numa had abandoned her place next to Waxer, and was now attached to his leg like some kind of suckered creature, gazing up at him with too-wide eyes.

“Don’t be mad at Nera Waxer? Pleaseeee?” She stuck out her lower lip.

Boil groaned. “Oh no. You stop that right now, you little biter.”

“Pleaseeeeeeee?”

“Big sad eyes ain’t gonna get you two out of this one.”

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee?”

Boil groaned, glancing up at Waxer, if only to get away from the death-ray that was a determined Numa.

Big mistake.

Catching his eye, Waxer waltzed over, and Boil supressed a groan. He was doomed.

Draping his arms over him, Waxer propped his chin on Boil’s shoulder, pressing up against his back. “Please don’t be mad,” he cooed, and honestly, Boil had seen the man cackle nigh on manically during a full-fledged fire fight, he should not be able to coo! “I just want to make sure she can protect herself. You know what our lives our like.”

And that was just a low blow, and totally unfair.

“You two think you’re so cute.” Boil grumbled, but there was no real ire in his voice, and Numa cheered, hugging his leg tighter. Waxer grinned.

“But you love us anyway.”

“Yeah yeah, now get off me. I need food if I’m expected to put up with you two hooligans all day.”

“I love you too.”

OKAY BUT GUYS

WE’RE UNDER THE ASSUMPTION THAT HERA WAS A LITTLE GIRL WHEN RYLOTH WAS ATTACKED.

BUT WHAT IF SHE KNEW NUMA??? (The little Twi'lek girl who met Waxer and Boil. YOU know the episode I’m talking about.)

AND IMAGINE NUMA TELLING HERA ABOUT HOW AWESOME THE CLONES ARE??

AND NOW IMAGINE HERA FINDING OUT THAT KANAN IS FREAKING OUT OVER REX AND WOLFFE AND GREGOR AND BEING THE ONE TO SAY, “KANAN, CHILL, THESE GUYS MIGHT ACTUALLY BE OKAY??”

IDK.