man you know what would be a really interesting story to write
there’s a force sensitive cadet in like – one of the earliest batches, like the alphas or command class or something. ( maybe it’s cody! maybe it’s a baby cody or ponds! ) and when i say cadet, i mean they’re like – 2, equiv 4, or so.
jango Hates the jedi. but he’s not stupid enough to not guess what decommission means, or why it’s being applied contemplatively as a solution to this four-year-old who’s just a little bit different in the wrong sort of way – and a part of him is also just curious.
dooku has his schemes, but jango hates him as well. ( he’s a practical man, and his hatred is much the same. he doesn’t hide it from dooku. they both remember galidraan. but he acts as if he’s moved past it. there is always the future for revenge. )
so a three-or-four year old equivalent age baby clone gets, like so many do, dropped off at the door to the jedi temple.
( there’s a bit of a murmur caused by it, if only for the fact that the man who brought the child was in full mando armor. the two groups have some history, to say the least, and the man is gone as soon as he came. )
and this is – eight years or so before the clone army will be discovered. so there’s just a young mando boy, brought into the creche and treated like all the other children, because they have no reason, really, to suspect he’s anything but. ( later, while doing check-ups on him, they discover that his growth is accelerated, but it’s just assumed he’s some-part nonhuman or something. )
they grow up in the jedi temple, and would in all likelihood be a padawan when everything is set into motion.
and then the clone army is discovered, and some old part of him remembers, remembers kamino and remembers thousands of brothers and remembers jango, even. he goes with yoda, when it comes time to pick his brothers up.
the question of are these men people no longer exists, because it is asked, once, briefly, and the – he’s not a cadet any more, if he had stayed, he would be one of them, the soldiers in armor on the field – levels burning gold eyes at the asker.
they are my brothers, he says, and that is the end of it.
Cody had nine cups of coffee that morning, and was vibrating into the fourth dimension so he stopped listening after “execute order six-” order six, CANONICALLY, is “get rid of your communicator as fast as possible”. So that’s what Cody hears, and that’s what Cody relays to the GAR. So Palpatine executes his master stroke and six million clones just YEET their communicators and keep going about their business.
So I’m not doing nano this year but my writing group’s doing weekly prompt challenges so here’s mine for the first one. Obikin. 1500 words. SW/Buffy (kinda) fusion AU.
Prompt: “Do you guys hear the demonic frat-chanting outside too?”
The blackout curtains are drawn in their bedroom, as usual, but Anakin doesn’t need to see the sky to know that it’s starting to lighten with the coming dawn by the time Obi-Wan climbs into bed next to him.
He groans, because this means he literally hasn’t slept at all tonight. Outside, the cause of his sleeplessness drones on: a group of drunk frat boys chanting in Latin.
“You’re still awake?” Obi-Wan asks, voice hushed.
Anakin barely waits for him to settle in before he turns over and drapes his arm across his chest and buries his nose in the crook of his shoulder. Obi-Wan’s perpetually colder body temperature doesn’t even phase him any more. “Yes, I am,” he moans pitifully and pouts against Obi-Wan’s skin. “Don’t you hear the demonic frat-chanting outside too?”
I wanted to put all this stuff in one place for easy finding! Here’s all the ‘Space Pirate AU’ content that we have created so far – please let me know if you have something to add (or if I have egregiously missed something already written!!) and I will try my best to keep the links up to date!
i love how in like 80% of Clone Wars fixit fics palpatine just up and dies in the background. like no one even cares how he dies, he just does. like the characters are going about their business, falling in love, setting up clone colonies, dealing with trauma, or whatever and at some point it’s just like “oh yeah and the chancellor choked on a bagel and died last week”
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