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S2E8: echo + omega

Give the man a break 😭

Sums up the CG pretty much

A dazed Fox wakes up confused and alone with no functioning comm tools. Maybe it's not so bad to just lie down for a bit longer?

The artificial sunlight tricked his mind into believing feeling a subtle warmth on his exposed skin. The shallow breaths he took fueling bitingly cold somewhat sour air into his lungs told him otherwise. There was no smell or sound besides an eerily muffled gust of wind rustling along the heavy fabric of his kama. Strangely everything around him felt light and confusingly clear. No underlying pain in his temples, no insistent hunger in his stomach, no sticky sweat on his face trapped under a unmovable mask consisting of layers of duty, anxiousness and guilt.

Awareness creeping into his mind, he slowly started wondering where he was. The time didn't really matter, it was clearly some hours into the day cycle and he should probably tend to a duty someone brother now would have to cover in his stead. Thinking about leaving his work to someone else finally provided a string for his wandering thoughts to hold on to. Before trying to peel his eyes open he slowly started moving his fingers. Bending them one by one and relaxing again he didn't notice any strains. Continuing to take stock of the state of his body all he noticed was relaxed muscles and the desire to drift back into oblivious sleep.

Then the light before his closed lids started to dimm. He took a deep breath and finally opened his eyes to the sight of a cloudless orange tinged sky. With each intake of breath the weight returned to his limbs and chest. He recognized this view from the many trips around the upper levels on Triple 0. He did not recognize the silence. Slowly he turned his head to the right. Ok that hurt quite a lot. His bucket lay just out of reach mockingly facing his way, the dark visor mirroring his dazed eyes back at him. He should really try to reach for it and check his comms. But the crack running through the deep red plastoid already told him he'd definely need to schedule a trip to the armory and get a replacement. What a waste. Slowly he tried to lift his wrist comm into his line of sight only to stare into a empty slot on his vambrace. Maybe he should start worrying?

Before any (clearly unwarranted ?) thoughts of panic which would not lead to any solution could form he caught a glimpse of one of his blasters lying a few spaces next to his bucket. As much as knowing a weapon near probably increased his safety it was the barely noticable charm embedded into the handle he zeroed in on and was able to anchor his thoughts to. Surely his commanders were looking for him. Maybe he could just lay here for a bit longer and give into the urge to close his eyes again without risking to freeze to death once night settled in. Right?

Thire furiously leapt across the roofs of Coruscant. Why didn't Fox pick up any of his calls. His CO was not allowed to leave here without him, he would not take over the worst post of the whole corps after staying alive for two years on this cursed assignment - no chance.

His HUD pinged a notification that he was now close to the location his Marshall Commander had last been tracked at. Taking the indicated sharp left and skidding to a stop abruptly he almost missed the timing to make the last jump. He wasn't carless but seeing an unmoving brother flat on his back, the familiar dark brown curls surrounded by a dark substance stopped his heartbeat for a second before it came back in full force, trying to leap out his chest. No no no. What the kriff happened to never removing your helmet!

Thire closed the remaining distance in no time already kneeling down beside Fox while reporting the need for a medical evac over his wrist comm. His voice was steady, it didn't betray any of the worry clutching at his heart. The young commander knew better than to try and move someone with an obvious head injury so he forced himself to not do anything more than ripping off his gloves to feel for a pulse. It took a few seconds to register the faint but steady drum under his finger pads.

Only after taking a deep breath he registered how eerily alone they were up here. There was no real sign of a fight, but Fox bucket was destroyed and his comm was missing. His favorite blaster lay off to his side and Thire reached for it in an instance. The magazine was still full. His thumb lingered on the customized handle slowly tracing the pattern to distract himself from the rising pressure in his chest. The medics' eta of 2 minutes before touchdown flashed across his HUD. He redirected all communication to his vambrace and unsealed and lifted off his bucket. The air was crisp and slightly sour in his nostrils. His eyes fixated on the relaxed face of his oldest brother. Strangely even surrounded by blood the expression didn't seem out of place at all. Before the pressure in his chest could build any further Thire started counting the barely noticable freckles dotted across the tan complexion of Fox nose and cheeks.

Thire used the biggest tooka eyes to convince his fellow commanders that adding a totally harmless little charm to their favorite blasters would go unnoticed by everybody but him. Stone, Thorn and Fox folded like wet flimsiwork when he presented them with his selfmade trinkets begging them to accept a gift of their youngest commander. They didn't know he put a tracking device into it linked to and traceable only from his HUD. It was his best work yet.

Chosen one fox

the jedi think that Anakin is the chosen one of prophecy, but it's actually CC-1010. Fox taught himself how to shield himself from the force because such a "defect" would get him killed, but he and anakin have equal force sensitivity, and fox has significantly more to lose.

Torturing Fox Hours

Palpatine used the Force to drain energy from the Coruscant Guard, which allowed him to power his Dark ventures.

The Corries, who are underfed, sleep deprived, and overworked, are physiologically incapable of handling the strain.

They die, one by one, accelerating as fewer corries means more strain on each person until, eventually, Fox dies alone.

Nobody notices the disappearance of the Guard for weeks after Fox dies.

do you think that the corrie marshal commander chose the name fox because he has no fox to give?

Chancellor Palpatine is dead for almost 3 months before anyone notices because he set his computer to auto deliver his paperwork to fox, except for any laws that need passed.

Palpatine: does sith magic

Fifteen different universes worth of anakin, obi wan, Luke,Leia, padme, shmi, ahsoka, rex, din, grogu, cody, fives, echo, chewie, and han pop into the same coruscant at the same time

Coruscant: is destroyed in the best and most chaotic ways possible

A Mando, getting ready to fight someone: when I get my hands on - ooo a baby!

Obi-wan, 8 hours later, the last 7 spent hunting down his padawan: *breaks down door* hands off my kid!

Rex: So General Kenobi, how come you speak mando'a?

Obi-Wan: I've always been interested in the culture and I spent a year on Mandalore for a mission in my youth :)

Rex: I see, what about you, General Skywalker?

Anakin: Huh? Oh Obi-Wan used to drop me off in mando daycare when he went to get laid in little Keldabe, fun times, they taught me how to headbutt someone.

Senator Burtoni needs an ambulance less than 10% of the way through amidalas tongue lashing

Its the end of the Clone Wars. The chancellor is dead, Dooku has been defeated, and the CIS is opening to peace talks.

Senator Burtoni is trying to convince the senate to refuse peace talks, since her planet's main export is clone troopers.

...

Padme throws her shoe right at burtoni's head.

Then the other one.

Then her handmaidens' shoes

Then the shoes of people who happen to be nearby.

The whole time she's giving burtoni a tongue lashing.

...

The holonet falls in love

puppets

i had the idea for a single scene from a fic but couldn't think of what else would be in such a fic so i decided to put it to tumblr. if you want to write the fic just send me the link

TW: clone abuse, mind manipulation, Palpatine being a sleemo.

“CC-1010, execute orders 13 and 14,” the chancellor commanded, before pointing to a corner between two bronze statues. “And then kneel in that circle, drawn on the floor.” Palpatine smiled, reveling in the despair of the clone trooper as his body moved against his will to turn off his helmet cam and kneel in the rune circle.

“Supreme Chancellor, sir,” the intercom on Palpatine’s desk buzzed, “knight Skywalker is here to visit you.”

“Send him in.” Immediately after Palpatine spoke, the blond jedi strode through the door. When he saw Fox, kneeling in the corner, his eyes dimmed and glazed until he turned away.

“Chancellor! It’s so good to see you again, I’ve been on campaign for months. How have you been since I left?” At Palpatine’s gesture, Anakin sat down on the low, black bench across from the mahogany desk. “Has the senate been giving you trouble again?”

“They have,” Palpatine started, picking up a large square stamp out of a pad soaked in Fox’s blood and hiding it in his large sleeve. “But I’m feeling much better, now that I’ve seen you again.”

“Thank you, sir,” Anakin started to grin, “but really h-“ as the jedi’s smile pressed his eyes shut, Palpatine struck, pressing the stamp to Anakin’s forehead where it imprinted bloody runes. Immediately, the boy’s face slackened, his eyes opening back up but appearing more purple than blue and entirely vacant. Palpatine gestured as if pulling something, and an image like a 3-dimensional map appeared, except in white and red instead of blue.

“Do you see this, clone?” he said, pointing to the lowest level of the structure, which was a pyramid of increasingly small pavilions held up by Nubian-style columns. “Do you see how this lower level has columns that have been Darkened?” He pulled his hand through the projection, and a red thread followed his fingers.

“These are the pillars of his sanity. Beautiful, aren’t they?” He tied the string around one of the white columns. “It is such a shame that I have to Darken them one at a time, or his mind will automatically purge the Dark, but it does give me more options.”

He laughed.

“Soon enough, there will be enough Darkened pillars that his sanity will crumble, and he’ll have just as much control over himself as you do, when your control chip is activated. This slow movement gives me time to decide whether I want him to be too delirious to disobey, or for him to truly believe that everything I say must be perfectly true. Either way, within the year he will be obeying so well that I can order him to kill all the younglings in the jedi temple and he won’t even consider not doing so. Wont it be glorious?” He turned back to fox, grabbing his chin and wrenching his head up painfully. “Tell me it will be glorious, commander.”

“It will be glorious, your Excellency.” Fox felt like pukeing, as his body spoke the words without his consent. the Sith smiled and turned back around.

“My masterpiece is almost complete.” He banished the image, putting his grandfatherly façade back on. “In just over a year, now, this republic will become my Empire.” He used the Force to clean off the general’s forehead.

“-ow’ve you been?” Anakin continued on with his sentence, not noticing that anything happened. Palpatine smiled and gave a grandfatherly laugh, offering to order food for them both.

An hour later, the food eaten and the young knight sent away, the chancellor turned to fox one last time.

“Perhaps I will pay a visit to Senator Amidala today, and use the Force to make her more … fertile … than she naturally would be. After all, my soon-to-be apprentice is so family oriented, his wife entering a delicate state may speed his Fall. My empire may come in as little as 8 months, instead of 14.” the Nubian man sat at his desk. “What do you think, clone?”

“Whatever your excellency decides is best, your excellence.”

“Good. Stand, CC-1010. Wash that circle off of my floor.”

As Fox’s body moved, he ruminated. This wasn’t the first time he had seen his excellency do force osik, of course, as Darth Sidious loved to gloat, but this was a low that Fox hadn’t yet seen. The future the chancellor spoke of was horrific, and fox wished it were possible to kill him to avert it. At least fox would have control over his own thoughts, even if not his body. It was a cold comfort, but it seemed General Skywalker wouldn’t even have that.

Fox strode out of the chancellor’s office wishing that sometime soon the chancellor would forget to call order 14 so he could talk about what happened when the chancellor required his presence.

I hate drawing buildings so I figured hey lets draw Coruscant it'll be fun!

It is not being fun.

I just started reading Star Wars: Thrawn (2017) and I’m really fascinated with the attention to detail that Star Wars has when it comes to characters’ accents.

The closer to Coruscant, the more regal the accent is. For example, characters from planets in the inner core tend to have English accents. In contrast, characters from the outer rim planets tend to have American accents.

Characters like Jedi, most of which were raised on Coruscant because of the location of the Jedi Temple, tend to have English accents. However, there are exceptions, such as Anakin Skywalker. I believe Anakin has an American accent because he spent his early childhood on Tatooine, which is located in the outer rim.

Because this idea of location-based accents seemed to be created during the prequel era of Star Wars production, I didn’t expect the sequels to continue with this pattern (Seeing as they hardly cared about other canon ideas, such as the Sith Rule of Two). Surprisingly, Jakku is located in the inner core, which makes Rey’s English accent support this idea.

I know John Boyega was told to use an American accent because there were “too many” characters with English accents in the films, but this may actually support this idea also. As a low ranking stormtrooper, it is less likely that he would have a more regal accent that officers, like Hux, would have.

I also think it’s is interesting that many Imperials from mid to outer rim worlds, like Tarkin and Pryce, would hide their native accents and adopt more sophisticated English ones.

The Thrawn novel states that “Arihnda [Pryce] herself had worked very hard to get rid of her own Outer Rim accent, but she still felt very self conscious about her roots” after she recognizes Eli Vanto’s “Wild Space accent” and notes how uncomfortable he feels in the higher class Imperial gala. Pryce’s homeworld is Lothal, which is in the Outer Rim. This is also where Ezra Bridger and Ryder Azadi are from, and they don’t have regal accents.

In the novel, it is explicitly and repeated stated that Eli Vanto has a “wild space accent” and he’s even bullied for it. What do y’all think the equivalent of his accent would be to us? American? Southern (yee-haw) American? Australian?

I’d love to hear yalls thoughts about this!!😳

Perhaps im wrong but i do think if you spend all your time on coruscant you learn drive like some kind of fucking passive aggressive demon because the mix of highly coordinated traffic regulation vs amount of absolute batshit bastards with places to be and no moral objection to hitting you with their speeder on their way there must just do something to your brain.

Driving anywhere on coruscant is to spit in the eye of god and you're either deathly afraid of having your own hands on the controls of a speeder, or you've already stared down your own fate in the fast lane and fear nothing anymore.

Coruscant Underworld, Level 1313 for 5.19 To Catch a Jedi

by J.P. Balmet

We were able to work from some of the great stuff the 1313 project was producing at the time, so this was a riff on what they were doing, but reinterpreted for Clone Wars.

enormous unearthly underground creatures deep in the lower levels of coruscant with unblinking eyes and anglerfish lights and ferocious teeth, except the coruscant guard see aliens they don’t recognise all the time, and they’re not going to be, like, rude about it, so they’re just like. sir. i am going to have to ask you to leave. the creatures are like *LOUD STATIC NOISES* and the coruscant guard are just like. SIR.

this planet has me in a death grip

yes its a incredibly diverse galactic cultural hub full of millions of subcultures. yes it has inherent horrific economic disparities. yes it's home to the beacon of light that is the jedi temple and yes it's home to unspeakable political corruption. yes it's a testament to a people's will to live and endure and yes it's a also a testament to a system bent on killing. yes it's a planet all but devoid of it's original landscape and yes it's a habitat to a uniquely adaptive ecosystem that survives despite it all

Coruscant Streets in 5.19 To Catch A Jedi by David Le Merrer