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The Lucky Batch ☘️

TW: Minor Character death, brief mention of blood, angst, guilt, let me know if I missed any.

Skip was…. confusing to say the least, Kenhla decided while scrolling through his file. She had asked Raffle for his file on account of his behavior whenever she went near him. He wasn’t rude or snarky but it seemed as if he was scared of him. She had half the mind to ask Jackal who Skip tried to stay near as much as possible, but he wouldn’t budge. Scrolling through the file she discovered new information about the clone but none that would help progress her investigation. “CT-4973, nicknamed Skip, is currently the gunner for Clone Force 37. He acts as their gunner and back-up pilot. Known for skipping debriefings.” she snorted. ‘At least I know where he got his name, but this isn’t helping.’ Continuing to scan the file she came across a bit of information that she read multiple times to make sure she understood correctly. “What the hell?”

Skip enjoyed staying in his nest. Twirling the blade in his fingers and looking out across the stars was calming. His memories couldn’t invade him here, at least he thought they couldn’t until the general walked through the curtain. Spinning around in his seat he quickly spat “Get out.” The togruta ignored him instead opting to toss him a datapad with his file. He quickly shut his eyes realizing what was about to happen. “You graduated top of your class in hand-to-hand combat. Why are you a gunner?” “I said. Get. Out. Please, I don’t want to talk about this.” “Whatever is going on with you I can hel-” “YOU CAN'T HELP! YOU CAN’T BRING THEM BACK! SO GET OUT!” Skip had risen out of his seat with tears spilling down his face. Kenhla took a step back with mild shock at his outburst, “I cant bring who back?” Realization coursed through his veins at what he said and decided to curl up in his seat. “Skip, you can talk to me.” The togruta said kneeling in front of the clone. “I know what it feels like to lose someone close to you. Please let me help you.” Memories flashed through his mind, the laughter, their smile, and their scream of pain. Tears started to fall faster and Skip inhaled deeply. “When I first joined 37 they were stationed on Krios. Raffle told me to become closer with the Togrutas living in the city we were aiding so I did. There was one that was named Jayln and he was my first friend outside of my squad. Whenever I was off duty we would explore the areas outside the city walls, go swimming in a nearby lake or even pull pranks on my brothers.” He shakily said while giving his general a small smile. “We were best friends, and I'm the reason he’s gone.” Kenhla stood up pulling him into a hug, “Can you tell me what happened?” Skip wrapped his arms impossibly tight around her scared she would vanish but continued with the story.

How could he of been so dumb? He should have known to block the sewers. He should have been in the city. These and a million others crowded his mind as he raced towards the city square vaulting over fallen droids and striking any that were still functioning with a swift jab of his knife. The knife Jaylen gave him, the same knife that would kill him. Arriving in the city square he saw most of the droids were already taken care of, much to his relief and Raffle ordered him and Jackal to find any hostages that were taken. Bolting down the hallways the two came to a stop when the hallway branched in two. “You take left, I'll take the right.” Jackal panted. Nodding Skip took off down the left running through the maze of hallways until coming to the control room where the tactical droids stood. He counted four droids and a handful of hostages before bursting into the room aiming for the neck of each droid. Spinning around to throw his knife at the last droid, it leaving his fingers before he could analyze what was going on. The remaining tactical droid was reaching for a hostage and pulled them in front to protect themselves. A hostage with red montrals. A hostage that Skip had spent the past month growing closer to. A hostage that now had the same blade that had once been a gift now buried in his chest. A scream erupted from Jaylen as he crumpled to the floor caught by the clone. “No. No, no, no, no, Jaylen cmon stay with me. I’m so sorry.” Ripping his helmet off he immediately tried to stop the bleeding but to no avail. A small laugh escaped the togrutas lips as he pushed his forehead against the clones ``It's ok. I don’t blame you.” Each word shaky on his tongue. “I’ll always be with you, for our friendship is infinite.”

“Jackal dragged me from the room. He’s the only one who knows what happened.” Kenhla allowed the clone before her weep for his fallen friend until his sniffles turned into deep breaths. “That's why you have the tattoo. Isn’t it?” Skip nodded, “You look just like him. That's why I hated being near you. You remind me of him.” “I’m so sorry Skip.”

That day forward the clone in The Lucky Batch noticed the growing bond between their gunner and general as well as the protectiveness that Skip usually saved for his brothers being shown towards the togruta. They all decided not to mention it but they were happy that Skip was comfortable around the General. Jackal was the proudest knowing the backstory and asked Pepper to give him a ‘I’m proud sticker’. The sticker now rests on the handle of the knife he keeps in his back pocket waiting for the day its user is willing to use it in battle once more.

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The Lucky Batch ☘️

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“Are you sure about this?” Turning to the togruta beside him, Skip nodded. He’s avoided this like the blue shadow virus, but he decided he needed to do this. Kenhla gave him a small smile. “Would you rather us stay on the ship or come with you?”. “Jackal, can you come with me? General, may you please stay on the ship and make sure the others are ok?” “Of course, Skip. If you need me, just comm in, ok?” Nodding, the clones exchanged brief goodbyes with their general and began walking towards the city. The natives immediately recognized their armor, and some ran over to say hello. Skip let Jackal do the talking. Being back here hurt enough. He didn’t need to have a breakdown in the middle of a street. The duo began their small trek towards the building that held the cursed memories, stopping right outside. It had been turned into a memorial, while most would have shrugged and gone on with their day, Skip froze. Jackal, noticing his brother’s distress and guilt, wrapped his flesh arm around him. “Hey, everything is ok. There’s no fighting going on here. Breathe with me.” Drawing a shaky breath, he stepped over the threshold and into the void of memories that plagued his dreams.

The last time he was in this room, the walls echo his screams of agony, the metallic smell of blood filled his nose, his eyes blurry as his vod dragged him from the lifeless body of the only friend he ever had. The back wall was now missing, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the sight before the two clones. An apparent grave was in the center of the room decorated with flowers and small trinkets. Skip turned to his brother. “May I have a moment alone, please?” The other nodded, exiting the room. “I’ll be outside if you need me.”. Turning back towards the grave, he kneeled and pulled a candle from his back pocket. His fingers brushed the hilt of the knife, and he couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. The knife was cold in his hand. The beskar blade reflected his broken face stained with tear tracks. Ripping his gaze from the knife, he dropped it to the ground and turned his attention to lighting the candle. Placing it at the foot of the grave, Skip closed his eyes, trying his hardest to take deep breaths. “Hey Jaylen. I’ve missed you.” If he concentrated hard enough, he could still hear him laughing and feel him wrap his arms around him in a tight embrace. Keeping his eyes closed, he continued, “How’s everything held up when I’ve been gone? Glad I’m here to spice things up. You never find life boring.” A smile slowly grew over his lips as he talked to the ghost of his fallen friend. He talked about the happy memories, laughing about the fond times they spent together. Frowning, at the sad memories. He gave his heart to Jaylens ghost, a friend, a brother.

Time meant nothing to Skip. He didn’t know how long he’d stayed there, and he didn’t care. By the time he opened his eyes, night had fallen over the city, and the tear stains had dried. He bent down, touching his forehead to the ground.

“Gar cuyir Ner vod. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum bal im Ni ceta…”

You are my brother. I love you, and I’m sorry.

The walk back to the ship held a comfortable silence between Jackal and Skip. One was proud that his brother faced the root of his guilt and nightmares, and the latter was happy he made the closest thing to amends he could achieve. Before entering the ship they had yet to name, Jackal reached out, placing a hand on his brother’s back. “I’m proud of you. You know that, right? Sure it takes guts to shoot down droids in the sky but what you did was a different kind of bravery. I’ve never been more proud of you, little brother.” He continued onto the ship, allowing Skip to process what he said. ‘I might not ever fully heal, but I have my family, and that’s all I need.’

An empty room met Skip as he walked aboard, knowing Kenhla or Jackal had ushered everyone out so he could have space. Stepping inside the gunner’s nest, he was met with two things—a bowl of chocolate icing with chips and a card covered in stickers. Sitting down, he pulled the bowl into his lap and opened the card, and nearly cried all over again. Each of his brothers and the two padawans had written a small message saying they were there for him and how much they loved him.

Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to become whole once more...

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“I refuse to lose another padawn.”

Enjoy pepper using the lightsaber as a nightlight!

Art credits: NamesMox/ZenithFox (me)

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I FINALLY FINISHED

THE QUALITY IS SCUFFED BUT IDC

ENJOY

THE LUCKY BATCH AS VINES EVERYONE!

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THE LUCKY BATCH AS VINES PART 2!

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Me writing a rough draft of The Lucky Batch pilot today…

but my animatic is at 50 frames now so maybe i won after all

I finished it!

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Uh oh…

Someone pissed her off

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I’m picking the Lucky Batch back up. This is gonna be fun

Pillows

Ok so it has been well over a year since I've written anything or been involved with the Lucky Batch so please leave me some writing tips<3

"I swear to Maker, if you skip one more briefing, I will feed you to Loth Wolfs." hissed Raffle as he dragged Skip by his ear down the hallway of the Republic base the Lucksters were currently stationed at. "Kriffing hell Raffle! Let go of my ear! You're gonna- ow oW OW" "You wouldn't be getting dragged by your ear if you just went to a briefing, you di'kuit." Ignoring his vods protests, Raffle finally made it to the briefing room, where he shoved Skip into the room ahead of him, finding the amused faces of his brothers, who had seen Raffle storm off less than three minutes ago. Jackal and Foxy snorted when the very offended trooper slunk off to the corner to sulk, Kenhla quickly regaining the squad's attention. "Oh, a newcomer, welcome!" she joked and was met with a stuck-out tongue.

Once the batch had retreated to their barracks, still amused by the small scene from earlier, Skip asked, "If you're gonna drag me to meetings can it be by a different part of my body next time?" Jackal had snuck up behind Skip and pulled his little bun. "That work?". Raffle, who Pepper was scolding, smiled. "That's a great idea Jackal thank you." "All I do is shoot down D-1s. I don't get why I have to go to those meetings." Skip muttered, knowing full well why he was supposed to be there. "Maybe in case Jackal has another one of those 'emergency landings' again." piped Ryder on top of his perch on Goose. Now it was the pilot's turn to be offended. "Would you rather be a giant fireball in the sky?" "I'd rather stay on the same ship for more than a month." Jackal gasped, pretending to be overdramatic. "How dare you!". "I gotta agree with Ryder" Cypher cut in, who had his back turned, looking at his data pad. "Cypher turn around." The trooper did and was promptly met with a pillow to the face from Jackal. Foxy, who had been silently laughing at the situation, burst into laughter from the confused look on Cypher's face. Snapping out of his confusion, Cipher grabbed the pillow just thrown at him and the one on his bunk. Foxy bolted off the bunk he was sitting on to find cover. Jackal barely dodged a pillow by diving behind Goose, only for Ryder to tumble on top of him with the pillow. "Pillow fight!" yelled Skip as he ran up and whacked Raffle behind the head. The entire squad scattered throughout the barracks; before long, pillow stuffing flew through the air. Eventually, all the pillows were in less than optimal throwing condition, and someone (Thumbs swears it was Rane) pulled the mattress off a bunk and chucked it into the fray.

The following morning Kenhla, accompanied by her Padawan's Luna and Brisk, arrive at their squads' barracks only to find them utterly destroyed. The remains of pillows were scattered around the room in the form of wads of fuzz and scraps of cloth. Mattresses were pulled off the bunks and spread around the room, with the clones fast asleep. The trio stood still for a minute, wondering what must have happened for the space to be in this state. Finally, Luna was the one to break the silence. "Master, why the hell weren't we invited?".

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The Lucky Batch???? As vines??? PART 4???? COMING SOON TO THEATERS NEAR YOU

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The Lucky Batch as Vines Pt. 4!

Please this took so long to do

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@letsunity i just want to say you are a GENIUS, i love this idea so so much

I'd like to introduce you all to my member of the Lucky Batch:

@longearedowlsfromouterspace= CT-0123, Jack, the jack of all trades. He insists he’s the muscles after knocking out Ballast with an accidental blow to the head after the explosive he made actually worked. He also occasionally introduces himself as the sniper as he once shot a droid dead in the eye ( from a metre away). But his teammates believe him a valuable asset to the team because maybe he can't do everything with extreme accuracy but goddammit, he does his best! He can also make excellent baked goods ( which totally isn't the reason the others keep him around)

Introducing the Lucky Batch, the worst soldiers in the Republic Army

@letsunity = CT-2002, Pepper, the “Medic” of Clone Force 37. He got his name after eating pepper spray that one time. 

@maygaladon = CT-1313, Jackal, the ‘special’ specialist and Pilot. He’s knowledgably in very specific things and crashes more often than General Anakin Skywalker.

@radbatch = CT-5050, Ballast, the Mechanic. He’s a blast, mostly because half of his inventions explode. 

@oo-hazel-oo = CT-0000, Hazel, the moral support/unlicensed therapist. Provides emotionally assistance, shooting a thumbs up every now and again. 

What’re your Lucky Batch numbers, names and specialties lol? There should be a whole fic about our dumbass antics

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Clone Force 37 armor concept

I know this is a little bit messy but here it is:

So fellow lucky batch members, is this our new armour? (I added polka dots to the gauntlets, but i’d think each of them has a pattern they’d paint on their gauntlets-The dots also give a cute little touch to their gear)

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Clone Force 37 is looking great!!

Updated Lucky Batch!

@letsunity = CT-2002, Pepper, the “Medic” of Clone Force 37. He got his name after eating pepper spray that one time. He LOVES stickers. 

@maygaladon = CT-1313, Jackal, the ‘special’ specialist and Pilot. He’s knowledgably in very specific things and crashes more often than General Anakin Skywalker.

@foxlock= CT-3425, “Foxy”, the over-enthusiastic sharpshooter of the team. Likes to make people laugh with his antics, but has been known to be the moody one of the bunch. Quiet around new people. Sarcastic. May have “accidentally” shot at General Skywalker after someone had dared him to. Also, Foxy is a hopeless romantic. Be prepared for elbow nudges and eyebrow wiggling.

@radbatch = CT-5050, Ballast, the Mechanic. He’s a blast, mostly because half of his inventions explode.

@monako-jinn-stories = CT-0017, Ryder, he’s the weapons specialist. He provides the best weapons and teaches his batchmates how to use them. He got his name because he refuses to walk anywhere. He’s always riding something, whether it’s a speeder or a walker, he’s never using his own two legs.

@oo-hazel-oo = CT-0000, Hazel, the moral support/unlicensed therapist. Provides emotionally assistance, shooting a thumbs up every now and again.

@lusiawonder = CT- 8201, Boots, who does his very best and is the sharpshooter. 

@longearedowlfromouterspace = CT0123, Jack, the jack of all trades who tries his darn hardest and ‘accidentally’ makes things go on fire. 

@lynnpaper = CT- 2531, Captain Raffle, the only braincell left in the batch, 

@just-another-freaking-dreamer = Jedi Knight, Master Mirkenna Whiro, the Jedi who can’t Jedi so bad that they got Clone Force 37, the batch that won’t die. 

Goose the Homicidal Droid. 

Our colour is turquoise, the emblem is a three leaved clover. We were too incompetent to make it right,

We are going to smother Tumblr XD

HE'S BEAUTIFUL!! damn, foxy's out here stealing my heart

DUN DUN DUN!!!

The Over-Enthusiastic Sharpshooter: CT-3425, aka "Foxy".

This boy in turquoise has a knack for getting himself into some wacky dares. One time, he took a shot at General Skywalker...he doesn't point fingers, but you know who you are, brother.

He has a matching snake tattoo with his brother, Pepper, but don't let anyone tell you he was shaking while getting it done. My boi may be tough, but he hates needles.

This snarky, quick witted clone is fast with his tongue and won't hesitate to make fun of his brothers and join in on the chaos. But if a stranger tries to get in on his fun? Hell no, don't you dare make fun of his vod unless you want to look death in the eyes.

An utter goofball around his troop, his favorite thing to do is play fight. Finger guns, wrestling, making blaster sounds with his mouth...this boy is all about having fun while on the job.

Art by @maygaladon!! Thank you so much, I love him with all my heart 💚

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i've never read such chaos... I LOVE IT

The Lucky Batch

Shenanigans

Wednesday Morning

Jackal prepared the camera, staring into it through his hastily fastened goggles. Cypher took hold of it, zooming in slowly on his brother’s face.

“It it space Wednesday, my dudes,” Jackal grinned as he began to scream, jolting Captain Raffle awake.

In a shout of terror and confusion, the captain fell onto the floor, mentally screaming. As he looked up, he was met with the rest of the demonic group.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

It’d be far easier to cope with if Pepper didn’t slap a rabbit sticker to his face.

This Kid is Spiced

Raffle stared at Foxy, looking to Brisk and Ballast in fear.

“This one’s totally on crack right now,” he announced, eyeing the sleep deprived clone. 

To test this, Ballast picked up a ball and threw it at Foxy’s head. 

“Yah! Yeeaa-ee-aa!”

“Nah, he ran out of cigarettes,” Ballast deduced.

It’s moments like this were Raffle wanted to go back to the 501st.

The Dabbening

Jack and Brisk yelled, waving at the floats. 

Somebody thought it’d be a grand idea to get the Jedi to go on floats in a parade, boosting citizen morale. Whoever they were, they needed a medal, because it’s hilarious and amazing.

Jackal shook atop Goose, the droid angrily warbling that he couldn’t see. 

“Yo, Kenobi! Kenobi!” Ballast roared, held up by Ballast and Cypher. “Kenobi!”

The General of the 212th didn’t notice them until Commander Cody shook his helmet, probably crying under his helmet in sheer terror of the group. 

Foxy clambered onto General Kenlha Whiro’s shoulders, yelling for the General as well. 

“Do a dab!” Foxy yelled, his request echoed by Ballast and Pepper.

General Skywalker, who was on the float behind General Kenobi, began yelling it as well. His Padawan, a togruta girl, chanted with him, along with many of the 501st clones.

Overjoyed

“Are y’all excited for life day!?” Master Whiro yelled, shoving party hats onto her togrutan horns. 

Her squad blew party horns, yelling in sheer excitement of getting unknown gifts. Raffle tried to keep Luna away from smelling the moonshine, desperate to have some semblance of order.

Alas, he was foiled when Pepper decided to show his joy.

“I AM!” Pepper yelled, gabbing glass and yeeting it into Ballast’s armour. 

There was a pregnant silence for a few moments, then Ballast got up. He wiped away the glass, picked up something else breakable and smashed it against his head.

“YEAH!” They collectively yelled, about to cause enough chaos to made Mace Windu shiver in his sleep. 

Raffle could only watch in horror as they began jumping onto tables and smashing whatever they could. He’d ask the General for help, but she was in the thick of it with them.

Speeches

Ryder clapped his hands, grinning at his brother’s accomplishment. 

“Yo, your speech was so good, my god,” he smiled, patting Cypher on the back.

“Oh, I didn’t really try, I mean-”

“OH MY GOD JUST TAKE THE RFUCKING COMPLIMENT!” Ballast howled, Foxy and Pepper nodding in sheer agreement. 

Cypher opened his mouth, only for a kiwi sticker to get yeeted between his teeth. 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!” Ryder, Foxy and Ballast yowled, lifting Pepper into the air for the shot. Cypher jumped with them, pointing at the lodged sticker.

Raffle watched from afar, feeling his hair going grey from the sheer insanity. 

Rane’s first day

Raffle smiled at his new companion, hoping that there was a semblance of sanity in this one. They were an ARC-Trooper, after all. 

The ARC stepped towards his new Captain, excited for this new opportunity. He’d never heard of Clone Force 37 before.

He was about to learn why. 

GOO-S, otherwise known as Goose, waddled past them, Jackal sitting on top with a bowl of salad. It’s been all of five minutes and it was already going to chaos. 

Fearful of what they could be planning, Raffle carefully followed, fearing for his remaining braincells. The confused Arc-Trooper followed, interested in what was happening. 

As they neared the ship, they found Ballast napping on the steps of the Mayhem, or Team Tech, depending on which idiot you talked to. 

“Hey, Ball, you hungry?” Ryder giggled, pulling Ballast’s mouth as Brisk had his eyelid, making it look like he’s talking.

Thumbs giggled, recording the whole scenario. 

“Yeah, I could totally use a salad,” Foxy spoke for him, giggling as Pepper started to make noises. Jackal dumped the leaves on his face, cackling with his fellow idiots.

Rane stared, and Raffle already feared that he was going to have a mental breakdown in their first five minutes. 

Instead, Rane took a bug from his armour and dumped it on Ballast’s face, engaging the insanity.

“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGG!” Ballast screeched, feeling the legs on his face. 

He jumped up in terror, his head smashing against the railing of the steps. The ding echoed through their bodies, the gang high-fiving with glee.

“Welcome to the Lucky Batch!” Thumbs yelled, slapping Rane’s shoulder. Goose warbled, accepting the fresh meat.

And like that, Raffle’s hopes dashed away. Alas, he’s the only sane member of Clone Force 37.

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Ryder, you sweet clone, you!

The Lucky Batch ☘️

Another Clone Force 37 story :D

Ryder silently wandered down the market, looking for a place that sold stickers. It was a strange thing to look for, and he had no idea where to find them. He ran a finger down his braided hair nervously, fidgeting with the plaits Boots had delicately weaved. The dye was still fresh, and the scent of it wafted into his face with every breeze. His buzzed sides did nothing to shield his ears from the chilled air, and he felt them turning pink.

“Excuse me,” he said, walking up to a random vendor.

“Ah, hello there, clone. What can I get ya? Meiloorun?” The vendor asked, leaning forward on his durasteel stand.

“Oh, uh, no, sir. I was wondering if you could help me find something else?”

“Whatcha lookin’ for?”

“Stickers…” he said, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks.

“Stickers? You got a kid? Didn’t think clones had children,” the vendor said as he looked at the clone quizzically.

“Ah, no. It’s…it’s for a friend.”

“A friend? Didn’t think you had those either.”

Ryder looked down, shuffling his feet slightly.

“It uh, it would mean a lot if you could help me,” he said, ignoring the vendors comment, still looking at his toes.

“Sure thing. Just keep heading down that way until you pass 9 stands on the right side. Then it’ll be right there.”

“Thank you,” Ryder said before turning and heading down to the direction he was pointed in. When he reached the booth, his eyes went wide at the options.

“Hello, friend! Looking for some stickers today?” An enthusiastic dathomirian vendor asked.

“Yeah, they’re for my friend,” Ryder explained, dragging his eyes away to look at her. She seemed friendly enough. A pang of hurt ran through him as he remembered his old dathomirian General.

“What kind are you looking for? I have lots of options. There’s animals, bugs, GAR themed, Jedi themed, holographic…” She continued to list more, all of it going in one ear and out the other for Ryder.

“Uhh, I’m not sure. I’ll just look around, if that’s alright.”

“Sure thing! Just let me know if you need help,” she nodded, moving to help another customer.

Ryder took his time studying all the different stickers. He really wanted something special, as a thanks for Pepper’s enthusiastic first sticker he had given him. It was a large “FAMILY” sticker, and it had made Ryder so happy, but all he had managed at the time was a weak smile and teary eyed nod. He wanted to make up for his lack of a response, so he decided to get Pepper some more stickers.

After a few minutes, he curiously picked out a pack that said, “scratch and sniff.”

“What are these?” Ryder asked, turning and holding them out for the vendor to see.

“Oh! Those are smelly stickers! When you scratch them, they smell!”

“Smell…good?”

“Yeah! You can also get bad smelling ones for pranks.”

“Oh, okay. I guess I’ll get all the different types of these.”

“ALL of them?” She said, her eyes going wide.

“Yeah…that’s not too much, is it?”

“Uh…no, not if you want to have a full year's supply.”

“That’s perfect! Thank you!” He said, smiling for the first time since dinner last night. The vendor quickly grabbed a bag and filled it up with all her different scratch and sniff stickers, then turned back to him.

“That’ll be 50 credits.” Ryder handed her the money and took the bag, waving as he headed back to the barracks.

~~~

“Ryder! Where have you been? You missed breakfast,” Ballast said as he walked in. “Ooooh, what’s in the bag?”

“Uh, it’s actually a surprise for Pepper,” Ryder said, causing Ballast to halt and look at him curiously.

“A surprise? Is it ready? Can I know what it is?”

“Uh, it’s not quite ready. I have to put it in a different bag first.”

“Oh, well, I know Thumbs has gift bags somewhere.”

“Okay, thanks,” Ryder said before going to find Thumbs.

“Hey, Thumbs,” he said, wandering into the room that had his bunk, “Ballast said you had some gift bags, do you think I could use one?”

“Gift bags? Sure! There’s one right over here.” He got up from his bunk and wandered over to the closet, shoving some things around, a box falling on his head before he pulled back and held a bag out triumphantly. They both watched as everything began to slowly lean forward. Thumbs quickly slammed the closet shut, stopping everything from tumbling out onto the floor.

“Thanks,” Ryder said, earning a double thumbs up from his brother. He let a small smile spread over his lips before he turned and went to his own bunk room. He sat on his bed and quickly took the packs of stickers out, putting a big label on the bag that read, “PEPPER.”

“Hey, Ryder. Ballast said you had a surprise for me?” Pepper said, walking in right as Ryder finished.

“Oh! Yeah, I just finished putting it in here,” he said, motioning to the bag. “I-I wanted to thank you for being so friendly and welcoming to me. My old battalion, I loved them, and I miss them so much, but you guys are different here. I mean, you’re even gave me my name.”

Pepper grinned widely at his brother before pulling him into a tight hug.

“Anything for fellow Lucksters!”

Ryder returned his grin, though not nearly as wide. He held out the bag for Pepper to take, watching anxiously as he stuck his hand in. He pulled it out slowly, looking down at the stickers in his hand.

“Scratch and sniff?” He questioned, looking up at Ryder.

“The vendor said that when you scratch them, they smell.” Pepper’s eyes slowly got wide as he processed Ryder’s words. His mouth dropped before he eagerly began scratching at one. He brought it up to his nose and let out a gag before smiling crazily.

“THIS IS AMAZING! IT SMELLS JUST LIKE DUNG!” He pointed at the dung sticker that he had scratched, his eyes sparkling as if he was staring at the most amazing thing in the galaxy. “THANK YOU SO MUCH RYDER!” He engulfed his brother in another rib crushing hug before pulling back and smiling evilly.

“I HAVE TO GO STICK DUNG STICKERS ON RAFFLE’S HELMET!” He said, his whole body practically vibrating in excitement before running out of the room, stickers flying out of the bag as he went. Ryder finally let a toothy grin break through, proud to have gotten such a good gift for Pepper.

“Did you get him stickers?” Ballast asked while walking in and taking note of the fallen stickers.

“Yeah, they’re a special kind. If you scratch them, they smell.”

“Maker, I bet he loved those,” Ballast laughed.

“Yeah, he does,” Ryder agreed, smiling to himself again.

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you can expect to see a fic or two on the way with these prompts

prompts list :)

fluff/general

“how much did you drink?”

“aw, you’re so cute.”

“what did you do?”

“i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“okay, where are all my jumpers?”

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“how did you get in here?”

“for starters, that’s impossible.”

“how did you fail a survey?”

“yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.”

“that’s not even fair.”

“you promised me a cookie!”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

“i’m not playing truth or dare.”

“you’re not very intimidating.”

“i love you.”

“well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

“maybe not.”

“why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

“well, i’m pretty irresistible.”

“how much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

“detention? again?”

angst

“why don’t you just go?”

“no, it’s not like that.”

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

“it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“what’s the point?”

“fuck you.”

“you should’ve said that yesterday.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“change in mind or change in heart?”

“it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

“why do you keep bringing it up?”

“we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

“you say you’ll stop, but then you keep doing it!”

“maybe in another world.”

“why are you like this?”

“stop making empty promises!”

“what about us?”

“don’t say that.”

“i’m done. we’re done.”’

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