The clones with drugs and alcohol - HCs

In no particular order. Obviously TW for mature themes.

REX:

CODY:

Characters from + during TCW alignment chart pt 2 (":

What about the pact between two brothers who know they’re going to die early, after they get thrown right away into the most traumatic bloodbath battle-as-massacre of the war. But they get separated right away, and one of them gets sent to be a frontline commander on the fields of battle where his men keep being sent into charnelhouse after charnelhouse with the line barely ever meaningfully moving. And the other gets sent to the central city planet, cut off from the rest of the galaxy, being radicalized against his brothers and acting as some combination of slave/cop/security for the politicians and the wealthy who would never get their hands dirty with war.

WHAT IF THEYRE ALL COGS IN THE MACHINE BUT THEY CANT SEE IT YET MAYBE CAN’T SEE IT EVER YOU CAN’T SEE THE FOREST FROM INSIDE THE TREES YOU CANT SEE THAT YOURE BOTH PART OF THE SYSTEM UNTIL YOURE STEPPING OUT BECAUSE ITS FALLING DOWN! WARS IN FAILING HEGEMONIC DEMOCRACIES SLIDING TOWARDS DICTATORSHIP ARE PLAYGROUNDS FOR THE RICH AND WE ARE BEING CHURNED UNDER THEIR BOOTS! ITS ALL SYMPTOMS OF ONE SICKNESS! WE ARE STANDING ON OPPOSITE SIDES OF A WALL THAT IS ACTUALLY MERELY A PARTITION WITHIN A FORTRESS! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE

And what about when they order you to shoot your brother’s brother, who should be yours, too, and you comply?? Are you still brothers, have you become something else?? Has the machine eaten you? Is there a difference between being inside it and becoming it? Will you hold your fire long enough to ask yourself that question ?

The Red Flag Blues - Chapter 1 

(Part 1 of A Red Sun Rising)

Rating: M

Words: 1/11 Chapters, 4.6k words

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Bombing, Violence, Suicide, Police Brutality

Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1010 | Fox, Original Clone Trooper Character & Original Clone Trooper Character, CC-1010 | Fox/Clone Commander Thorn, CC-5869 | Stone & Clone Commander Thorn, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Most Relevant Additional Tags: Deep Dive/Worldbuilding, Coruscant Guard, Enemies to Friends, Fox Is Not A Good Person (genuinely) But He's Trying, Minor CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Clone Commander Thorn is So Done, Mandalorian Clone Troopers, Manipulative Sheev Palpatine

Summary:

My notes: I’ve been working on this on and off for two-ish years and the fact that I’ve finally got enough nailed down to feel comfortable putting the first chapter up is WILD. Anyway, this is a pretentious depression slurry as well as an opportunity for me to do some worldbuilding and psychological deep dives. It’s definitely heavy angst, but not quite the kind of CG whump that I think pulls fandom hits. I’m still having faith there are a couple kindred nerds out there who want to read something like this. This fic will not be abandoned (a lot is already written) but I make no promises about regular updates.

For like a year I’ve been occasionally fucking around in this Google doc with a bunch of little writing snippets based on the premise “what if there were just normal dogs in Star Wars and one of them got passed around and summarily adopted by all the different clone battalions.” And in my near-manic writing state lately I decided to actually do something with those. Behold.

Works in Series: 3

Total Words: 5,950

Rated G through T

Most Relevant Tags: Fluff and Crack, Implied CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-1010 | Fox/Happiness (implied future relationship), Shenanigans, Hurt/Comfort, 212th Attack Battalion, 501st Legion, Coruscant Guard, Fluff and Angst, Swearing

Note: Check warnings for the one fic rated T, which has vague discussion of drug abuse and is also generally an Angst/Fluff combo.

More will likely continue to be added, there were seven different premises in the doc and I already have another queued up in Ao3 drafts.

Aayla: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Bly: Um...Neat.

*later*

Bly, lying face down on his bed: I said "Neat", Cody. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm kriffing stupid.

Cody, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Bly. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Obi-Wan confessed his love for me?

Bly: Didn't you thank him?

Cody: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked him.

related to my last post:

I frequently imagine the way Cody or another high-ranking CC would approach Fox once they found out about the abuse the Guard suffered on the capital planet. Would they approach slowly, suddenly afraid to spook the Guard, as though they were wild and abused animals, unpredictable in their fear? Would they approach confidently, ready to grip their brothers in keldabe and swear to protect them always? Would Cody, gentler than Fox thinks he was ever built to be treated, lift Fox’s helmet slowly from his head, waiting only a second before for permission, for a flinch, for Fox to stop him? Would he gaze upon his brother’s bare face for the first time in years and find himself reeling at how little he recognizes the broken pieces staring back? Would Fox look at the shock and heartbreak on his face, and feel surprisingly little, except for wonder at how far gone he must be to elicit such a reaction? Would Cody’s heart harden a little, or break, knowing then that whatever justifications he had held up, whatever ways he had rationalized and shielded and convinced himself the Republic was right to put them there, was a mere deception? Would he make vows? Would he remain silent? Would he swear to himself to never let the Guard walk alone into any barracks when another legion was on planet to take up the space? Would he see something behind Fox’s eyes that made him think, just a little in the back of his mind, that something must be deeply wrong here, something in the realm of General Skywalker’s rumored nightmares and the pressing darkness of the Umbaran soil? Would he have no choice but to replace the helmet on his brother’s head afterwards, and watch him walk away knowing that nothing he could do could save him from this slow death on the hidden battlefield at the heart of the Republic? Would Fox know, see all that in Cody’s eyes? Would he dare to hope that something could be done to help his men? Or would he have accepted long ago that no one was coming to save them. That whatever blackness, what oily dark crept into their minds and suffocated their desolate barracks while they slept, it was inescapable. It was the fate they were made to suffer. And he’d already given himself up to it.

I wonder.

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