The Clones And Few Jedi Watching Steven Universe

The clones and few Jedi watching Steven Universe

Amethyst: I DIDN'T ASK TO BE MADE

Rex: ah

Fives: welp

Fox: loud sobbing

Cody: teary eyed

Obi-wan: Are you... Okay?

Fox: YEAH

Anakin: Master I think we might have made a mistake.

Obi-wan now looking at the crying/sobbing clones: I think I'm going to go get some tissues.

Spider-verse has taken over my life. I'm currently hyperfixated on it. I can't escape it and neither can my family. I love those characters with my whole heart. I'm going to be writing about them so get ready.

Two Weeks of Whump Day 6: Gunshot Wound

Fandom: Spider-verse

Summary: After a late night villain attack, Jefferson and Miles meets unexpectedly in the building.

  Miles looked at the time, 1am. "Why can't villains attack the city at more convenient times?" he muttered to himself. Grabbing his suit he slipped his PJs off. Ganke stirred as Miles opened the window.

    "Off to save the city? We have a test tomorrow." He mumbled

    "You know it. I'm sure it'll be fine."

    "Good luck."

    "Thanks." Miles crawled out the window and attached a web to a nearby building. He pushed his feet against the wall and was off.

    The fight against the villain wasn't long. Miles webber her up and got ready to go back to the dorms.

    Though it might not have been a long fight it wasn't without property damage. No fight was really a fight without a form of property damage. It was one of the reasons Spider-Man was a controversial person. That and the baby powder.

    As he walked towards a window so he could get out of there he heard a familiar voice behind him, "freeze, Spider-Man."

    Oh great. "Mr. Morales" Miles replied turning around. He was pointing a gun at him. "Woah" Miles jumped back startled, "isn't that reserved for the bad guys?"

    "You killed an innocent."

    "Where did you hear that?" Miles's heart raced. He most certainly did not kill anyone.

    "My brother, Aaron Davis. For the past year and a half I can't stop thinking about it. You were there."

    "No you must be mistaken. I've never killed anyone. Mr. Davis was a good man-" Miles's fake accent began to slip. It had been so long now and they had been working together for just about the whole time he had been Spider-Man.

    "Put your hands up."

    Miles complied. "There's no need for the gun."

    "I'm bringing you in for the murder of my brother."

    Spider sense. Miles turned his head to see that the villain from earlier had escaped. He turned quickly to take care of her. The quick movement gave Jefferson a reason to shoot.

    Miles hadn't thought about it when he moved. When he heard the gun go off he assumed that his dad had shot at the villain. No. He didn't know until he watched the villain leave.

    Warm liquid ran down his leg. "What?" He whispered to himself. Looking down he realized what had happened. His father had shot him. The pain hit like the bullet that had just ripped through his side. 

    Spider-Man collapsed to the ground. He pressed his right hand against the wound while the other pulled his mask off. He used it as a form of cloth to help with the blood. "Did you really think I killed uncle Aaron?! I was there! It was Kingpin!"

    Jefferson started at his son, now on the ground. He'd shot him. "oh God." He ran over to him and fell to his knees to help.

    "Don't fucking touch me!" Miles screamed.

Jefferson jumped back before speaking, "don't talk to me like that." He realized how stupid it sounded as the words left his mouth.

    "You shot me!" The teen tried to move back but couldn't.

    "I'm sorry! Miles, just let me help you!"

    Miles thought back to everything that had happened in the last month. Everything Miguel had put him though just because he wanted to save his father. For a brief second he wished he hadn't. That thought was quickly replaced by a wave of hatred for his own mind.

    "Stay away." Miles voice was weaker this time. He didn't yell. The betrayal that laced every word, every movement made Jefferson feel as if he had been shot himself.

    "10-52 Spider-Man has been shot " Jefferson radioed in.

    "Stay with me Miles." He reached to hold pressure on the wound and this time Miles accepted the help.

    "My identity." Miles tried to move out from where he was.

    "It'll be okay."

    "What's that location Sir?"

    Miles listens as Mr. Morales states the information to the operater. He reached for his gizmo. Miguel had given him one once he realized his mistake. Miles took it because he might not like Miguel but he wanted to help and he wanted to see his friends. He and Miguel were getting to a point where they both understood what had happened and why and realized it was better to forgive rather then to hold it against each other.

    "Hobie?" He turned the watch on, "i've been shot, where's Spidey Doc?"

    Hobie responded quickly. "Let me get in contact with him, where are you?" He asked frantically.

    "Who's that?" Jefferson asked.

    "A friend" Miles whispered. He sent his coordinates to Hobie and before he could say anything else Hobie was there.

    "I'm here" he walked over quickly, "Spidey Doc should be on the way."

    Jefferson looked up at Hobie before he was shoved by him. Hobie took his place and put pressure on Miles's side. Stunned he didn't do anything

    Everything moved too quickly for Jefferson to keep up. Another portal opened and now there was another spider person in the room?

    The hero was dressed in a similar fashion to his son but in light blue and light green. Hobie stood quickly and the hero took his place. Jefferson tried to get to Miles but was stopped by Hobie. "you're his dad right?" He asked.

    "Yes and who are you punk!?" Mr. Morales yelled.

    "I'm Miles's friend Hobie" he spoke calmly, "that's Spidey Doc, he'll take care of Miles."

    "I need to take him back to HQ."

    "Okay."

    "Is that okay with you Miles?" The doctor asked.

    Miles nodded.

    Before Jefferson could say anything the doctor had picked up his son and started to walk towards a portal. "Wait where are you taking him?!"

    Hobie grabbed Jefferson and stopped him from moving forward. "He'll take good care of him."

    "Wait! Miles!" Jefferson tried to get away from Hobie.

    As the portal closed Hobie released the chef. "What happened?"

    "You don't need to know!"

    "Miles is my friend! What happened to him."

    When Jefferson didn't answer Hobie knew. "Good job. He'll be fine, just hope you don't lose him after this."

    Jefferson just stared at Hobie. "What now?" He asked.

    "You hope he forgives you. He probably will, he's very forgiving. After that you hope that you didn't just mess up one of the sweetest kids I know. But above all else you admit what you did was wrong and give him time."

    "Okay." And that's what he did. He waited and talked to Miles, apologizing over and over again. Miles could never hate his father. The two's relationship grew stronger, no longer being built on lies.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

Whumpril Day 30: Hand Holding

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Warning: violence

Summary: Obi-wan and Cody really like holding hands. Also be careful of the shady guy in the trees.

  Obi-wan stood with his commander. The two liked being close. As they explained their mission plan they held hands; the table being high enough to hid it.

    The warmth of their hands together felt nice. It was gentle and loving. Both men found it comforting. It was risky but something they were willing to do.

    The Jedi's sin was on display when they stood so close together or held hands. Nither was big on pda but they liked being close; it made them feel safe.

    The meeting would end and the lovers walked to get ready for the mission. Everything had been going to plan; for once. Most of the droids had been defeated. Some escaped into the woods.

    After the scouts split off from the rest of its company they attempted to find some remaining droids. The trees stood tall, around 320 feet. The trunks were wide. The bark was a dark brown and the leaves where a variety of colors, mostly black and red.

    Something felt eerie about the forest.

Maybe it was just the trees looming over them. The scouts split off in groups of two and were instructed to go no further then half of a mile and to meet back in around 30 minutes.

    Obi-wan went with Cody. Wooly and Boil pushed for it. The group of people all seemed to push for it. Even though the two where suspicious of the reasoning they decided it was fine.

    Everyone split up. Obi-wan and Cody talked while they walked. When they got as far out as they were ment to go something cought the Jedi's eye. Someone was moving in the trees.

    The figure was tall. They seemed to fit in with the tree leaves. Then Kenobi realized who it was. His chest tightened and he grabbed Cody's hand and quickly pulled him behind the closet tree.

    He placed his back against the tree. He raised his other arm up and put a finger over Cody's mouth when he started to ask what was going on.   

   Obi-wan tighter his grip on Cody's hand. They stood only inches apart. The Jedi leaned over to the soldier; slightly on his tippy toes, to whisper something.  "Maul."

    Cody looked shocked. He pulled Obi-wan closer. He didn't need the force to know he was scared.

   "Go find the others. Get them far away from here" Obi-wan whispered.

    "Okay. Are you going to be okay?"

    The general didn't get a chance to answer. Maul turned the corner of the tree, "found you."

    Obi-wan turned quickly and grabbed at his lightsaber. He missed. Cody saw and pulled him back as Maul swung his own at the two. He swung again and Cody cought the blade. He yelped and stumbled back. However Obi-wan was still holding his hand.

    Not registering anything other than that Cody was hurt the Jedi moved in front of him, actually grabbing his lightsaber this time. He looked back at Cody and realized something. There was no way for him to still be holding his with as far as he was.

    Maul stood back to let the horrifying truth set in. Obi-wan lifted his right arm in front of him and screamed, dropping the hand that he had been holding on to. He looked back at Cody.

    Trying to shake that off the man turned his attention back to the sith, lightsaber now resting in both of his hands.

    "Commander, are you alright?"

    "Yes sir."

    "If you can, stay with what I told you."

    "Yes sir."

    Cody stood carefully. He held the area above where his hand had been severed.

    Maul started fighting Obi-wan; taunting him as he did. "Who's your friend Kenobi" he hissed.

    "That's my commander." Obi-wan feared losing him. He had already lost so much because of Maul. Qui-gon, Satine, innocent people, parts of himself all burned or laid to rest because of him. Cody wouldn't be added to that list, he couldn't.

    The commander made his way to the meeting place. Maul tried to kill him but Kenobi was able to stop him. Cody felt weak and sort of stumbled into the tiny clearing, still surrounded by trees.

    "Took you long enough, we were about to come" Wooly tone changed from joking to confused, "find you."

    "Commander." One of the soldiers ran up to him, helping him sit down. "I think you're missing something." He gestured to the other's arm.

    "I know."

    "Where is the general?" One of the other men asked.

    "There's a sith" he stated weakling.

    "We can't just stand here! We have to help him!"

    "We can't. He'll be okay."

    And he was. The match ended with Maul having to make a quick escape do to a problem with his lightsaber. Obi-wan didn't chase after him because of injuries. He looked down at where Cody's hand still lay. Debating if he should take it back to the ship he decided not to; it was too late to reattach it anyway.

    Obi-wan limped back to the Negotiator. The others were waiting. It might have been the first time that the Jedi went straight to the medical bay conscious. He always insisted there was something he could help with.

    When Obi-wan saw Cody he felt the relief wash over him. He walked over to his bed despite Wooly trying to get him to lay down. He was asleep or unconscious; he wasn't sure. The man smiled and allowed Wooly to help him over to a bed of his own.

    After both of them were released from the med bay the couple would talk. "You and Anakin match."

    "Ha, I guess we do."

    Cody took Obi-wan's hand and led him down the mall. The two walked to the generals quarters and went inside. They laid down; Cody morphing his body around Kenobi. He grabbed his hand and snuggled in. Everything would be just fine.

Whumpril Day 25: On The Run/"We're being Watched."

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Summary: The batch gets into a stick situation after taking a mission for Cid. Tech does something and almost gets taken out by some clones. Luckily a friend helps out.

    Cid loved sending the batch on strange pickup missions. The terrain was rocky but a pleasant temperature. The trees stood tall and the grass a little taller than Omega's ankles.

     Hunter led the group with Wrecker following them close behind. Tech, Omega, and Echo walked between them. The leader put his arm out to stop them. "We're being watched." An erie feeling fell over them as they all realized it too.

    Tech and Echo moved closer to Omega and the group continued. Not long later they would run into imperial clones. They ran and fought.

    Then they entered the forest. It was dence and thorny. Echo kept Omega close while they tried to slip away. They all thought it had worked until the turned back at Wrecker. "Where is Tech?" Hunter hissed.

    "He said he'd get them off our trail and that he'd meat us on the Marauder."

    "Alright."

    Tech moved swiftly through the trees. He skidded to a stop. A river, to big to jump over was in the way. As he got ready to move to the left side he stopped. The three remaining soldiers moved to corner him.

   The mercenary grabbed his guns but looked past the clones and closed his eyes. The odds weren't in his favor and he decided the last thing he was going to see wasn't his killers. Three shots were fired and three imperial soldiers fell to the ground. Tech looked to the nearby ledge that the guns sound had come from. There was Crosshair.

    Tech smiled and nodded. Of course Crosshair would be there when he was needed most and of course he would wait tell last second. Tech reached his arm out to him, the gesture meaning for him to come with them.

    Crosshair smirked but started to leave. Then another shot went off. After that one more. He turned around quickly to see Tech on the ground. He needed to get down there.

    A million thoughts ran through Crosshair's mind as he ran to the river. Had he missed and one of the shots not been fatle? How could he have missed when it was that important? Was Tech okay? Was he alive? He would just have to find out when he got down there.

    Tech sat up and looked at his leg. He had been shot in his left thigh. Even though he had already taken care of the soldier who shot him he still held the gun towards him.

    Crosshair sighed with relief when he saw Tech sitting up. He was glad he was okay. "Let's get you to the Marauder."

    Tech stood slowly and took one step forward. He stumbled and Crosshair moved next to him to support him. Some voices could be heard nearby. "Tech, are you alright?"

    Tech nodded, "I'm fine."

    The two headed into the woods. Tech informed Crosshair which way they needed to be heading. They snuck around, trying not to be caught.

    "Down." Tech forced Crosshair into a nearby bush. Then he tumbled into the bush himself. The two watched as the soldiers walked by them. One of them stopped right before the bush and Crosshair looked over at his brother. Tech, painfully sitting on both legs had his guns ready to fire.

    Then Crosshair looked at Tech's hands. He was shaking. More than likely it was the pain from his injury. It still hurt Cross to his brother that way.

    "Check that bush" one of the clones commanded. A shot rushed out of Tech's gun. Crosshair grabbed Tech and pulled him out of the bush and somewhat dragged him away from the others.

     And they were running again. To Tech it felt like that was all he and the batch did; run. They ran from the empire, from enemies they had made, from their past and their problems. They couldn't afford to stop or slow down.

    Avoiding the clones was difficult. Avoiding the trees and briers proved to be hard as well. The adrenaline running though Tech's veins somewhat cancelled out the pain.

    "Where are you?" Hunter asked over the comm.

    "We ran into some difficulties." Tech answered.

    "We?" Echo asked, very concerned for the answer.

    "Crosshair and I."

    "Crosshair?" Wrecker asked hopeful.

    "Correct. We are almost there."

    "Alright, just hurt." Hunter turned the comm off and sighed into the pilot's chair.

     Crosshair and Tech made their way back to the Marauder. Once there, they took care of Tech's leg. They left the planet and headed back to Ord Mentell with a new, old member. Other than Tech's leg the mission was refreshing success.

Whumpril Day 27: Stepped On

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Warnings: Violence and major character death

Summary: Cody had a run in with General Grievous.

    When Commander Cody saw General Grievous he knew things were about to go down hill and fast. His general hasn't been there and the clones by themselves couldn't really do much against him. He ordered a retreat. What else could he really do?

    This didn't spare his men. One by one the small group was killed off. With Cody the last one standing he backed himself into a corner. He shot at the Separatist but of course it couldn't help him.

    Grievous grabbed him and forced him to the ground. Helplessly Cody looked up at the cyborg. He stepped on the clone, tightening his foot around his body. Cody couldn't breathe. The metal started penetrating his armor then skin. He felt something breaking. Tears welled in his eyes from the pain.

    Obi-wan entered the hallway. His heart felt like it stopped when he saw the scene in front of him. He retched his arm out and stopped the attack with the force.

    As gently as he could he pulled Grievous from his commander. He pushed him into a nearby wall and ran to the clones side. "Cody. Hold on, okay?"

    The Jedi removed the chest plate from the other tenderly. Then he grabbed his cape and pressed it into the injuries. He grabbed Cody's arms and pressed them against the wounds. "Try to hold that for me dear."

    Kenobi stood. He ignited his lightsaber and walked towards Grievous. The two engaged in a duel and before long Grievous would retreat.

    Cody struggled to stay awake. He was in pain and still couldn't breathe well. The force from the man felt like it would be the end of him.

    After the dual Obi-wan quickly moved back to Cody. He gently picked him up and took him to Wooly. "He needs help." The Jedi's voice was shaky.

    Wooly grabbed him. He set him down quickly. He pressed two fingers to the commander's neck. Nothing. That can't be right.

    Wooly checked again. Nothing. He felt colder than normal. The clone looked up to his general. He had tears in his eyes. "How is he?"

    "Sir. He's gone." Wooly motioned to Cody's body and two soldiers came to move him.

    "That can't be right. He's gonna be fine." Obi-wan spoke.

    "General, I'm sorry." Wooly knew that the two were close but he didn't expect denial.

     "Are they going to help him?" Obi-wan asked when the two soldiers took Cody away.

    "Yeah, they will help him." Should Wooly have lied, no. But they needed their general. It wasn't ideal but if Wooly kept on pushing then he would crush the jedi. Huh ironic.