clone meme: saying things like “I wasn’t engineered for this” or “this is not within my design specs” or “this is going to void my warranty” when faced with inconvenient tasks that you don’t want to do or unpleasant situations you’d rather not be in
Cody, from behind a mountain of paperwork: I wasn’t engineered for this
Rex, after Ahsoka and Anakin threw him off a fucking wall: pretty sure that voided my warranty
Hardcase, when Rex puts him on custodial duty: this is not within my design specs, sir
Fives, when Krell points his lightsaber at him: watch out, sir, you don’t want to void my warranty
Boil, with Numa climbing all over him and pulling his hair: I WAS NOT ENGINEERED FOR THIS
Kix, sitting down in the mess hall and looking at the rations on his tray: this is going to void my warranty
Rex, 10,000% done, eight hours into a battle and muttering under his breath while shooting droids: “I wasn’t engineered for this shit”
Cody, overhearing him on the comms: YES you WERE
Aayla, to Bly: Commander, did anyone ever tell you you have beautiful eyes?
Bly, internally shutting down: thIS Is nOT WIThin my dESIGn spECS
(for this meme, though I’m no longer taking prompts)
Hoo.
Ok, I’m not 100% sure I know the ins and outs of these tropes, so
we’ll see how this goes. We’re looking at a universe where the
war is over. Anakin found out about Sidious, there was a massive
duel, and ding dong the sith is dead. It’s from Commander
Rex’s point of view, as he leads the 501st on a nice victory
tour through the Republic. It’s part PR stunt, part cleanup,
depending on where they are today. Still easier than what they were
doing, that’s for sure.
The
story starts out simply, and formally.
To
Commander Rex of the GAR 501st, Torrent Company
Three weeks in, and Rex is starting to settle into the new apartment. He was mostly unpacked, but not fully organized yet, but was closer to work, which is nice, and his new roommate, who had lived there for years, wasn’t half bad either. Obi-Wan Kenobi was a teacher, although Rex wasn’t sure exactly what he taught or where, and he kept very reasonable hours.
Half the reason Rex had needed to move was that he worked days, and his brothers Kix and Jesse, who he lived with previously, worked nights. And didn’t seem to understand how to be quiet when they got home after shift. And frequently set off the smoke alarm with their attempts at cooking. Rex loved them, but he had been glad to move out. The spectacular bathroom in the new place – well, that was gravy. Old Yoda who owned the place could have easily charged a lot more in rent than he did.
As he approached that spectacular bathroom, Rex hesitated. Soft music was echoing from inside, beneath the steady splash of the shower. Quiet humming gave way to song, and Rex leaned back against the wall, eyes widening as Obi-Wan’s voice gained in strength.
Rex didn’t recognize the song – it was in Italian, he thought – but damn the man could sing. Perhaps he taught music? Rex thought, but quickly discarded the idea. While Obi-Wan often listened to music, this was the first time Rex had heard him sing. Which kind of sucked, because Rex had work inside of an hour, and he’d much rather listen to that glorious voice all day.
Obi-Wan exited the bathroom still humming, flushed from the warmth and steam. He flushed even brighter when he realized his new roommate had heard his morning recital. Rex just smiled in a way Obi-Wan was hard pressed not to think of as charming. It was a bad idea to get involved with his roommate, he’d proved that quite ably during the tumultuous residence of one Quinlan Vos.
“Oh, sorry,” Obi-Wan deflected.
“Don’t be, that was lovely,” Rex returned, and they flushed in unison. “I should-” he began, gesturing over Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
“I’ll just-” Obi-Wan said at the same time, and shifted to one side, out of the doorway. Rex unfortunately stepped in the same direction, and they did the awkward time honoured shuffle until Rex placed his hands on Obi-Wan’s bare, damp shoulders and moved them both, almost as if dancing. If it were possible to blush any more brightly, Obi-Wan would, in that moment, have discovered how. “Right then,” Obi-Wan mumbled, and scurried off. Rex couldn’t help but watch him go, admiring the lithe musculature of his flushed and freckled shoulders and back.
“Kriff,” Rex swore under his breath. He was in trouble.
You ever stare at a fic for ages and then toss your hands up and go “it’s done enough?”
Yeah. Here, have part 4 of the Dragon AU! Fluff and nonsense, clearly influenced by certainpostshereaboutadorabledragons. Warning for injuries at the beginning, perceived to be worse than they actually are.
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