I Had An Idea I Might Put Into My Fanfic.

I had an idea I might put into my fanfic.

So Cody claims Rex as his captain, and because the rest of the command batch all love him Cody brags that he has the best captain, which is met with outrage. They all argue about it and eventually decide to have a little competition for each of their favorite captains to see who’s is best. The mission is to find an informant who went missing, get the info, and find the thing. The rest of the batch brings their battlefield commanders, and Fox brings his feral sniper child who breaks into peoples houses for fun and once planted a bug on Palpatine. The rest are being breifed and Fox is just “please please please don’t overthrow the local government”

Hear no evil, Speak no evil, See no evil

The ‘Evil’ Triplets of the Coruscant Guard

One of the few sets of triplets born from kamino, they’re chances of survival were slim but they had survived

Their scores were high and were deployed six months into the clone wars at age 10

The triplets were separated from their other batchmates, however this didn’t bother them and they only needed each other

The first and eldest was Sound (Hear no evil), he loved to sit and listen to anything around him. He was fascinated by ambient sounds his hearing was greatly above average, and he used this to his advantage

He would listen to anyone speak for hours and would be so happy with sound, he hardly spoke at all but everyone knew he listened and understood

The second and middle triplet was Sight. He loves to watch the world around him, all the views and colors made him joyful in the darkest of times.

His sight was greatly above average and he could read any vod like an open book, even those he’d never met. His eyes were blue as the ocean and clear as day

The third and youngest was Shout. He loved to tells stories and speak to his vod, lifting any from the darkest nightmare into the lavish worlds he painted with his words.

He can’t keep count of how many times he’s talked down vod and distracted them from the harshness of the world.

One patrol in the lower levels sent the three of them down, they had done it before and had been disillusioned to the hatred boiling in Coruscant

Despite their fear, they went down

As they were heading back, they were stopped by civilians, they seemed kind and friendly so they endeavored to help them

By the time backup arrived, the damage had been done. They would be reassigned to a permanent, less physical position.

Sound had been rendered deaf as his eardrums were ruptured. Sight’s eyes were taken, for their lovely color and clarity. Shouts vocal chords damaged beyond repair, unable to speak a word.

Their depression lead to their deaths at their own hands

Now the Triplets remain, a cautionary tale

Hear No Evil

See No Evil

Speak No Evil

This is IT. We need clones being over competent and crazy deadly!

Okay but Cody covered in blood?

He's just come off a mission where he has nearly lost all his weapons and had to rely on his vibroknife and hands alone.

But it's never just hands, it's teeth, it's nails, it's screaming, it's the kicking people in the knees with that nasty crunch.

It's the deep primal fight to keep a clone alive. Complete the mission.

Then he comes back calm as ever covered in blood but it's not his and gets to work as collected as ever.

We need more of the Commanders do the Coruscant Guard corrupting the shinies.

They Shinies come in with expectations which are quickly shattered. They’re sad and scared so their big brothers come in and help them live in the hell hole of Coruscant.

So what if they blackmail and embezzle money? They get fluffy pillows and blankets.

Oh, the commanders have the Hutts and bounty hunters in their pockets? Well, prove it.

These shinies love and adore their big brothers. They aren’t afraid to stand up to anyone for them, be it captain, ARC, Alpha, or General

Brought to you by the song ‘Evil like me’ from Descendants

Imagine Jango Fett lives and helps with Clone Wars.

Not only that, but when Death Watch becomes a problem he is eager to help take them down.

Not only that but I’d like to think Mace windu would be so annoyed by Jango living. Jango be like ‘you couldn’t take me out, who could?’

Jango overall being a little bit of a problem for the council but crucial to the republic so they live with him.

Food for thought

me seeing new coruscant guard hcs that make everyone suffer makes brain go brrrrrrrrrr

another trope inversion of GAR/Guard interactions:

the GAR is entirely aware that Coruscant is a shit posting.

they're not blind; they can see all the anti-clone sentiment when they're on leave. even when they're deployed, it's not like they're cut off from all news - they know how many times bills for clone rights have gone to the Senate floor and been ruthlessly voted down. they can see how even their Jedi are restrained by the Senate dragging its feet and making bad choices and handling the war like it's a game of dejarik since it will never affect them personally.

very few politicians have the respect of the clones.

but the Guard still have to work with the spoiled, self-centered bastards, and the GAR knows that they're not being treated well. but what can they do? they have no rights, the Jedi are as trapped under the Senate's thumb as they are, and it's not like they can get regular citizens to do anything.

so they offer their support as much as they can. any Guard, any Corrie who needs help, all they have to do is find one of their brothers and it will be offered without any questions.

you'd think that crime rate would go up when battle-traumatized soldiers are given leave on a city-planet like Coruscant, but it actually goes down.

way down.

the thing criminals come to realize is that if you are being chased by one of the Guard, if ANY other clone catches sight of you, it is ON SIGHT. clones in casual clothes carrying food and drinks have dropped everything to immediately join a Guard's hunt, throwing themselves into the pursuit with glee and an energy that the usually-exhausted Guards often lack. (some of them howl. those, the criminal underground agrees, are the worst.) 

and with hundreds or thousands of clones wandering around during battalions' leave, it's possible to run into one of them anywhere. and they usually travel in packs.

best just to lay low for a while.

when it leaks that the Guard regularly run low on supplies, all sorts of things start to go missing on the venators. just a box or a crate here or there, ration packs or bacta patches or cold-weather gear. there are millions of clones and thousands of ships; it's not like every little thing can be tracked by the quartermasters. 

(rex realizes that, for whatever reason, his battalion is always prioritized for resupply, and rarely any questions are asked about their requisitions. rex takes immediate and shameless advantage of this. rex manages, somehow, to lose two entire bacta tanks, along with the bacta to fill them.)

and ofc the idea that started this whole ramble - when a shiny Corrie stumbles somewhere where some of the 501st are shooting the shit, causing everything to immediately come to a halt. the kid is clutching his helmet and one of his pauldrons to his chest; his hair is mussed up and there are tears on his cheeks and bruises on his face and unadulterated panic in his eyes. 

there's an angry call in the corridor.

the shiny flinches.

fives grabs him, hears him squeak, snaps out orders. echo yanks off his bucket and his upper armor; jesse lunges for a blanket. they hustle the kid into a chair, drape the blanket over his lower body, hastily swap his upper armor and helmet for echo's. fives shoves the armor somewhere, doesn't matter, it's out of sight with the telltale red, and they all barely have enough time to drop themselves back into the chairs arranged around the table and pick up their cards before some natborn stomps into the room.

anything we can do for you, sir? sorry, no, the Guard didn't stop in here. we saw him head back down toward the rotunda, though. yes, sir. have a nice day, sir.

they close and lock the door. fives goes back to the shiny. fives was instantly prepared to help a fellow clone in need.

fives was not prepared for tears.

the kid gets snot all over the inside of echo's helmet. they take him back to Guard HQ. fox is painfully, desperately relieved to see him. fox looks too-thin and too-tired but there is a fresh GAR-issued bacta patch covering a slash across the side of his cheek. he thanks them for saving the shiny, like that's something that ever needs gratitude, but is swept away before any of them can say that. 

fives doesn't think that misplaced bacta and pilfered rations are enough support for the Guard anymore.

thankfully, rex and the rest of the GAR agree.