Clone Trooper Oc: Graves - Tumblr Posts
Spending May 4th finally fleshing out my Corrie Trooper! He's a medic named Graves!!
Tell me somthing about your little guys! Your little homies who you shake around like a maraca!
For me, Graves (my little corrie oc) actually transferred into the Guard from a different battalion!
I'm not 100% sure yet where he's come from but im thinking maybe the 13th? :0 I was thinking whatever battalion had Trauma in it (cause I thought the names went well, same kinds theme) but they said no one survived so im a bit iffy on that one :D
I love that Noir just has blackmail on people thats amazing! Does he ever have to use it? :0
Tell me somthing about your little guys! Your little homies who you shake around like a maraca!
For me, Graves (my little corrie oc) actually transferred into the Guard from a different battalion!
I have more of them now :)
3 whole Corries yes yes yes, Graves the medic, Allie the k9 trooper, and Gator the Massif!
Also yes Allie and Gator's names are a pun I WILL NOT BE STOPPED
Graves is constantly haunted by his past and he refuses to talk about it >:0
good thing he will always have his best friend and their alien swamp puppy to go to when he needs them :D
Booming of artillery smashing into the ground, screams of dying vode, his hands warm and wet and drip drip dripping with blood that doesn't stop no matter how hard he tries. Familiar armor, familiar faces, Spur's helmet rolled on its side away from his body. He can feel hands gripping at him and tugging him away from his Ori'vod. They don't even let him try to help Spur and its all he can do to keep from screaming and clawing his way back to his brother. Those same hands are the ones that eventually shove him between two downed LAATI's and into the arms of two more younger vode. He barely gets a glimpse of the bright read medic symbol before its washed away in a see of red as a blaster bolt slams into the older man's helmet and he's forced to watch another vod snuffed out. He raises is head from the corpse to stare in horror at the blank face-plate of a droid raising its blaster before-
Graves shoots up in bed, hair plastered to his face and body shaking from the adrenaline. He frantically scans his surroundings and sees the medics barracks light up in the moonlight streaming in form the window.
Deeps breaths don't stop the shivering but it does clear his head enough for Graves to stand up and silently make his way out of the bunks and down the halls of headquarters.
He keeps his head down when passing older vode and resolutely ignores and questions of concern from the newer troopers.
The journeys short but it feels like it takes hours. The familiar door for the k9 troopers comes into view and Graves silently hopes that Allie snuck his partner into the bunks tonight.
The door opens after he inputs Allie's code into the door and a familiar reptilian face greats him on the other side.
Graves crouched down and cups Gator's face, pressing kisses to her forehead and accepting the face licks in return. Shuffling from one the beds doesn't surprise him and familiar tangles pink hair pops up from under a mound of blankets and blinks slowly at the two of them.
They both stay silent with only Allie raising his arm to open the blankets being the only invitation Graves needs before he and Gator and climbing into the bunk and being enveloped in their comforting warmth.
The age old wiggling around until their both comfortable commences and this time Graves ends up on the bottom of the pile.
Not that he's gonna complain.
Its so easy to want to imagine a different body curled with him in the bunk. A larger body with shorter hair, different calluses, different name.
But its not fair.
Graves already buried that body, said his meager goodbyes and left with a hole where his heart should be.
He won't subject Allie to that. Grave won't hold his best friend to standards that aren't comparable to the bright light his friend gifts him with everyday.
"I can hear you thinking" is whined in his ear and Graves debates thinking harder just to be contrary but the arms pulling him closer and face burying into his shoulder chases those thoughts away.
"Go to sleep" he grumbles and closes his eyes to follow his own advice while ignoring the "you woke me up!"
Was VERY inspired by an artist on twitter and thought that a similar look would work great for Graves!!