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ohhohoho Cody. Big fucking scary commander of the 212th. Marshal Commander. Highest rank a clone can hold. Nasty fucking scar curling around his brow. Spin-kicks droids, dog-piled Grievous, gave Slick an uppercut that knocked him out of a monologue about personal choice and freedom into next Tuesday. Lead the assault on Utapau. That's the guy .

the guy who painted a sun on his armor. Who, in 2003TCW and RotS, is shown constantly having dumb fucking banter with his general. "When have I ever let you down?" / "I think you'll be needing this." / "YESSIR WE'RE RIGHT ON SCHEDULE" he's way funnier than people give him credit for

A sun. He has a sun on his armor. There was a point in his life where he saw a sun for the first time, which is a curious (mis)fortune, and decided that that'd be him. A sun. After years of Kamino's white lab-lights . Years of sameness on Kamino, the clones get sent out and the jedi let them. Paint their armor. Have this shell mean something. And the first thing he thinks of is a little orange sun

They didn't NEED to have a named clone with a sun painted on his armor and two (2!) antennas attached to it in Revenge of the Sith OR TCW ('03). They didn't need to give him lines that endeared us to him like that, for as little screentime as he had .But they did

OH MY GOD HES BACK, MY OG BABY GIRL CAME BACK

And how he was talking at the Memorial he was SO talking about Obi-Wan

Hun it's not your fault 😭

And this was such a cool scene which stay tune I will be translating later so you don't have too (unless it's all gibberish {edit: it is >:(( }

⚠️Henry POV⚠️

Oscar: *watching Henry attempting to bake* Mijo, do you take constructive criticism?

Henry: Not without crying

I know this nose art is for the Bad Batch, but I can’t help but imagine another Clone Unit with a stronger claim on the Senator as a mascot. (And how much Anakin would FLIP THE FUCK OUT)

— Morale Booster

“REX!”

… And it looks like the paneling repair will have to wait, as his General’s boots appear next to his head beside the transport’s landing gear. He pushes himself out from under the machine on a dolly, flat on his back.

“Sir?”

“What is THAT?!” his fearless leader yelps, pointing dramatically, emphatically upwards and towards the nose.

He scoots out farther, past General Skywalker’s legs, and props himself up on his elbows to take in the three-quarters-finished pinup Hardcase has been taking such pains with for the last four hours.

“Morale booster, sir. Couldn’t do something clever like the 104th and their Plo’s Bros or anything, so–”

“So you chose SENATOR AMIDALA?!” Did his voice just crack? It did.

He shrugs. “Sure. She’s been through enough hell and high water with us.”

“She’s a SENATOR!”

“And she’s a keen eye with that blaster,” he reasons, jerking his head up to the painting, and the flawlessly detailed replica of the Senator’s favored sidearm, primed to fire and held at a jaunty, confident angle. He even got the chipped paint over the trigger guard right.

“Got the looks for it too!” Hardcase yells down from where he’s shading in a long bare stretch of thigh, pausing to vigorously shake his can of spray paint. “We might finally be able to give the 327th a run for their money, with General Secura and all.”

“GENERAL SECURA is half naked on the nose of a transport?!”

“What? No!” Of course not, that’s just tasteless.

There’s a clatter from up above as Hardcase puts his paints down and leans over the scaffolding, a hand wobbling skeptically. “Well… Technically…”

“She’s in her usual outfit, y’know, with the–” Rex explains, and zig-zags a finger down from his head, mimicking the General’s lekku straps. “–and the leather pants.”

“It’s just a little leg, Anakin, I don’t see what you’re so upset about.”

Oh thank all the stars and little planets. Backup. General Kenobi steps up beside his former Padawan to admire the paint job himself. “Excellent work on her hair, Hardcase,” Kenobi continues, tilting his head.

“Thank you, sir. Run a probe with some white and a little metallic gold through the wet paint, gets it to streak so the shine looks real.”

General Skywalker is starting to do that thing where he puffs up like an angry coppi lizard and splutters furiously while he tries to think of something else to be upset about. He can hear Fives rolling his eyes from the opposite side of the transport. General. Honestly. If you’re trying to keep a relationship secret, openly displaying your klik-wide jealous streak is not how you do it.

“The 212’s is worse, anyway,” Kenobi muses idly, as Hardcase carefully adds the supposedly “very distinctive” freckle high on the Senator’s hip, just below the split in her modified favorite Council dress. Skywalker starts to go wide-eyed at that, because his sabacc face out of genuine combat is complete sleenshit, and startles when his master continues.

“She’s on the 212th transport too?!”

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. We can’t have duplicates, that defeats the purpose,” Kenobi says, in that too-reasonable tone he takes on when he’s deliberately fucking with his former Padawan.

“'Cept Master Ti,” Echo yells, from somewhere inside the paneling he and Rex had been working on.

“Except Master Ti, yes,” Kenobi agrees, and shrugs. “But that’s to be expected. Rather like how so many people have that arm tattoo of a heart with the ribbon that says ‘Mom’.”

Rex personally knew of at least eight other clones that had that exact tattoo, though the ribbon was usually striped like Master Ti’s headtails, and nods agreeably. That seems to have sufficiently diverted Skywalker, or at least confused him.

“Then how is it worse?” Skywalker asks, a little desperately, then his face lights up completely with slightly malicious anticipation. “Is it the Duchess?!”

Oh boy. Rex looks up at Hardcase, who is biting down on his paint-splattered fist to keep from laughing, as General Kenobi gets that look.

“Certainly not,” Kenobi says sternly, and waits a full beat to drop his bombshell. “It’s me.”

Skywalker just stares.

“Though I’m reasonably certain Duchess Kryze had something to do with it, given the way I’m half falling out of my robes.”

Now he looks vaguely green.

“Or it’s some perverse joke of Master Windu’s. It seems his style. Cody refuses to tell me.”

And before Skywalker can come up with anything else to protest, Kenobi adds:

“Besides, Senator Amidala loves it. Hers, I mean. I haven’t asked her about mine.”

Apparently even Jedi can choke on air when sufficiently surprised. But really, where did he think they’d gotten the preliminary sketches from?

Bad Batch spoilers

‘ah, yes, it appears he has gone awol’ EVERYONE CLAPPED. THIS IS HOW WE CAN STILL GET A HAPPY ENDING FOR CODY. THIS IS HOW WE CAN STILL GET TATOOINE CODYWAN

tbh I dont care for the plot. but I do care for Adam bringing chainsaw to Ronan because he thought it would wake him up and so he wouldn't be all alone

I have said that i’ve accepted cody’s probable death in season two of The Bad Batch, but please know that I am, in fact, a fucking liar.

the bad batch 2 bingo

1.cody dies (i hate this one)

2.echo tells omega about fives

3.crosshair saves their asses

4.wolffe show up/is mentioned

5.omegas "purpose" is revealed

6.cody "good soldier" vs free will rex

7.fulcrum at least mentioned (dave cant last long without mentioning ahsoka in a show)

8.fennec

9.they run into boba on one of the jobs

10.that holo of cody rex and domino twins

I could barely handle the few photos of Kit and Jack so far