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~ 212th ~

- Cody -

You were the new padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi. You were very intelligent and mature for your age. Of course, you were older than a usual padawan, but that didn't seem to bother Kenobi at all. Kenobi called you to the briefing room, so he could introduce you to his troops. Walking into the busy room, you could feel all the thoughts of each and every person. Except for Kenobi because he was good at shielding. Following close behind your master, he stopped and you stood beside him in front of a clone in orange, and white armor. "Commander Cody, this is my new padawan, Y/n L/n." He took his helmet off and looked down at you. He was taller than you, but that didn't intimidate you at all. You felt you had the high ground with the height of your confidence. "Nice to meet you, Commander L/n." He nodded towards you. You nodded back and smiled at him. His rich dark-brown eyes took in your features which made you feel odd. It was a feeling you certainly hadn't felt before. Obi-wan looked over at you, sensing the emotion you felt, and quickly began to escort you out. "Nice to meet you, Commander." You quickly remarked. "Please call me, Cody." He insisted. You gave him a small smile and waved goodbye as your master led you out of the briefing room by the shoulders.

- Waxer -

At the battle of Ryloth, you were sent down to help treat the wounded Twi'leks. Inside the medical tent, you helped as many Twi'leks as possible. It saddened your heart to see them at a time of adversity, but you needed to try and stay positive for them. As you finished patching up a younger Twi'lek, two clones came inside the tent with a small Twi'lek girl. She looked no more than six-years old, and it made you very sad to see her all alone. Quickly you walked up to them and offered assistance. One of the clones with a precise mustache walked out after seeing you were handling the situation, but the other one stayed. He was holding her, and she wouldn't let go of him for you to see if she was injured. He tried his best to comfort her, but she held onto him tightly. Your heart warmed at that scene. A brave soldier, holding a small little girl. It made you think of what your life could have been like if the war didn't demand such things. "Hi there. My name's Y/n. What's your name?" You asked in a soft tone. She peeped her head from his chest but then turned back. You looked up at the clone for an answer. "She said her name's Numa. I'm Waxer by the way." You smiled and went to grab a blanket for Numa. Coming back you saw him talking to her in a very loving way. She seemed to open up more, and Waxer finally convinced her to let you check her up. You handed her the blanket, and soon she fell asleep against Waxer. He laid her down on one of the cots. "Does she have a family?" You asked. He shook his head sadly. "Not that I know of. We found her in an abandoned building." He explained. Sighing, you looked over to the small sleeping form and gave a sad smile. "Well, I'll try to see if I can help her." You remarked. "Really?" He asked with pleading eyes. Your heart melted at the soft clone. "I promise."

- Boil -

You were helping the 212th at the battle of Ryloth. It had started to get late so camp was set up. Sitting around the fire, you closed your eyes and just listened to your surroundings. It was all peaceful until you heard some light footsteps in the dirt behind you. Opening your eyes, you sat up more straight and looked. A clone with a handsome mustache sat across from you. "Sorry, if I interrupted your quiet." He mumbled. Looking up at him wide-eyed, and eyebrows raised, you responded swiftly. "Oh no. You're fine." It was silent for a while. Which really didn't bother you at first but then it started to get a little awkward at one point, so you decided to speak up. "My name's Y/n. And yours?" You asked. He looked up at you since he had his head down, and his elbows resting on his knees. "Boil." He sputtered out. Something about his tone caught your attention. He seemed different but not in a bad way of course. He didn't seem to be familiar with being social. "The stars are pretty, aren't they?" You whispered, looking back up at the dotted sky. "Yeah," He grumbled out, and cleared his throat. He looked up, and you could see his eyes smile. Even though he didn't actually smile, you could see the content shine in his eyes. You smiled softly and admired him for a moment before looking back up to the sky.

- Gregor -

You lived on Abafar. Not that you were forcefully put there, you chose to live there for some odd reason. Like something almost urged you too. It was a very desolate place, and you were pretty sure no one had ever even heard about it. Since you needed a way to provide for yourself, you got a job at Power Sliders Diner. You didn't really like Borkus very much since he made you feel uncomfortable sometimes, but you got paid and that's all that mattered to you. You were a waiter there, and you would do the dishes as well. You had the day off the night before and were not excited to work that day. You tied your apron on as Borkus came around the corner and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry about the dishes anymore, honey." You wanted to puke and run away from him, but you stayed still. "Why?" You asked as you gulped loudly. "We have a new hire. Someone special. He will do the dishes. Just don't talk to him okay?" He grumbled out and walked away. Standing in place for a moment, you sighed, and continued to prep the diner for lunch.

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You were working more in the front of the diner since you were serving people, but you had to go put the pile of dishes at the back every now and then. Carrying the heavy pile of plates, and silverware, you heard a soft humming. Slowly stopping, you paused at the corner and listened. It sounded like a man of course. And the humming seemed a tad bit off tune, but not bad at all. Your shoulders relaxed at the sound, and it made you think of a past memory. Snapping out of it, you continued into the back kitchen. The humming suddenly stopped. Placing the dishes on the counter, you turned your head barely to catch a glimpse of a man with dark hair. Borkus had told you not to talk to him, but why? You decided to go against him, because why the heck not. "Sorry for more dishes. I'm Y/n by the way. What's your name?" You stated. He froze in place, a sponge in one hand and a plate in another. You thought, perhaps he didn't like talking. Maybe that's why Borkus told you not to talk to him. You felt embarrassed and were about to leave when he spoke up quietly. "I...I think my name is Gregor? Y-Yeah, Gregor..." He trailed off. That had startled you a bit. "Oh ok." You replied, and left, not knowing how to process what had just happened. You wondered if he was okay, especially since he thinks his name is Gregor. Borkus said he was special, but how so, was a question that plagued your mind. Many questions ran through your head. You were about to grab a dish of food off the counter when a spatula hit your hand. "I said not to talk to him. I will fire you if you cross me again, scum." He yelled the first part and then whispered the last part. That sent chills down your spine. You hated it there. A thought that often plagued your mind was why you even came to Abafar in the first place. Recollecting yourself, you shot him a glare and continued on. Throughout the day you kept wondering who that man was though.

- Odd Ball -
~ Davijaan

For the battle of Coruscant, they needed extra pilots to help. You were more of a newbie pilot, so you didn't know what exactly to expect. You quickly ran into a ship and quickly departed with the rest of the crew. "Red One" "Red Two'' "Red Three" "Red Four'' It was your turn. "Red Five'' Once you all got into formation, you aided with help. Once the battle was over, you landed your ship and got out. You were sweating from anxiety a bit since it was very intense. More intense than usual. Dropping your helmet to the ground, you sat on a crate and tried taking deep breaths. Why now? What is wrong with me? You asked yourself mentally. This wasn't normal for you, but then again you were a beginner, and it was experience, but you just didn't know fully how to handle all the chaos around you yet. Suddenly a hand landed on your shoulder gently from behind you. "Hey, you good?" The deep voice asked. Looking up, you saw a clone. His eyes were dark brown, and his brows were furrowed in concern. He asked you once more before you took a shaky breath and answered. "Yes. I think? I've never been like this before." You shuddered. Now both of his hands were on your shoulders, and he crouched down to be eye level with you. "Hey, hey, that's alright. It happens to everybody." He assured you. Nodding your head, you took a deep breath. You felt somewhat better. Once you calmed down, he stood up and offered you his hand. He helped you up, and he gave you a quick smile. "I'm Davijaan, but most people call me Odd Ball." He informed with a toothy grin. That smile made your knees weak, and if it weren't for him holding onto you, you probably would've fallen. "I'm Y/n. And I don't have a cool nickname." You sheepishly replied. "That's okay. I'll find you one." He winked at you and heat rose up to your cheeks. "I have to go, but I'll catch you around, Y/n." He advised. "Yeah, I'll see you around, Odd Ball." You replied while giving him a soft smile, and a small wave.

~ 104th ~

- Wolffe -

You were the padawan of Master Plo Koon. You were very gifted in The Force and had known Plo Koon before you even became his padawan. He sensed a bond with you when you were a child, and thus a strong friendship grew between the two of you. You had the ability to somewhat telepathically communicate with your Master and you also had the gift of Force healing. You were very excited when you became Plo's padawan. He was like a father figure to you. You followed Plo into the command deck of the ship. Walking in, you could hear everyone's busy minds. Following close behind Plo, he abruptly stopped and you almost walked into him. Gathering yourself, your master spoke up. "Wolffe, I would like you to meet my new padawan. Y/n L/n." He gestured over to your smaller form. "Hi, Wolffe." You said quietly. He looked over at you with an eyebrow raised. "Nice to meet you, Padawan L/n.'' He said in a deadpanned tone. He made you feel odd. Your cheeks warmed a bit from the awkward interaction, which Plo quickly caught onto. "Wolffe, Please introduce them to your men. I would but I have a meeting to attend to." Plo informed. Wolffe's eyes widened a bit, and then he looked at you. Plo left the two of you together. You played with your padawan braid. A habit you often did when nervous. He just stood there for a moment, before motioning for you to follow. "Now please excuse my men. They are still mentally little boys sometimes, but they are good soldiers." He explained in almost a worried and tired tone. "Don't worry, Wolffe. I'm sure your men are great." You assured him as you placed your hand on his arm. He barely gave you a smile, that soon disappeared as fast as it was there. Letting go, you smiled softly not noticing the Commander eyeing you.

- Boost -

You were a Force-sensitive healer that never became a Jedi. Since the Jedi never knew you were force-sensitive, you learned how to use your power on your own. Eventually, you became a well-known healer, and the GAR decided to hire you. You were too old to become a Jedi, but that was fine by you in all means. You were sent down to Felucia, to help the medic's heal clones faster. Bacta could only do so much. Once you were down there, you went immediately to the medical tents and started Force healing clones. To say you were tired was an understatement. Using The Force was exhausting. Once you finished with the last of the injured, you sat down to take a small break. Closing your eyes, you secretly meditated to try and rejuvenate your energy. Until it was interrupted by two clones entering the tent. One was helping the other walk. He set the clone onto a cot. You sprang up into action and asked how he was injured. The clone introduced himself as Sinker, and then his brother as Boost, who was clearly in pain. Sinker said that Boost was shot in the shoulder. Removing his armor on his arm, you saw burnt flesh and blacks. Cutting his blacks a bit, you placed your soft hands gently on his wound. Closing your eyes, you concentrated on healing his wound. Sinker watched in awe, and Boost had stopped groaning to watch what was happening. They were aware of The Force but only knew so much about it. You opened your eyes and looked at the healed skin. Exhaling, you sat down and smiled softly. You were in no shape to heal another person for the day. Closing your eyes for a moment, you opened them again. "Are you okay?" Boost asked. Looking towards the now healed clone, you nodded slowly. "Yes, just a bit tired is all." You quietly replied. Boost was sitting up in the cot now, looking at his healed shoulder. "Thank you for healing me." He thanked you sincerely and you could feel it. Looking at the clone's curious eyes, your heart sparked emotions you've never felt before. His big amber eyes gently scanned over your delicate features. Looking away from his gaze, you got up and fixed your shirt. "What's your name?" Boost asked. Sinker leaned against the wall by the entrance of the tent with his arms crossed over his chest. "My name is Y/n L/n." You answered softly. He smiled at you somewhat goofy, and Sinker just shook his head. "Let's leave the poor healer alone, Boost." He spoke out, gesturing for Boost to follow him out of the tent. Boost looked at you once more, and you both nodded at each other with soft smiles. You really hoped to see him again.

- Sinker -

You were a lieutenant-commander serving under Admiral Barton Coburn. You tended to be very professional while working. You worked close with Commander Wolffe, General Plo Koon, Admiral Coburn, and of course the Wolfpack to an extent. That being said you were familiar with Sergeant Sinker. Since you were working most of the time since the galaxy was at war, you never had time to actually get to personally know the Wolfpack. Yes, you knew Wolffe pretty well considering he worked close to you in the bridge, but not his men. Well, one day, Admiral Coburn approached you. "Lieutenant-commander L/N, I will need you to assist Commander Wolffe in the front lines." He informed you. This confused you since you had never worked front lines before. "With all due respect admiral, I have no experience in the front lines." You replied respectfully. "Then it's time you get some." He said curtly. "Yes, sir." You saluted and headed to find Wolffe. Once you found Wolffe, he informed you that his Sergeant would look after you. "So I've heard you have no experience fighting up close aye?" Boost teased you. Looking at him in shock, Sinker quickly cut in. "Don't talk to lieutenant-commander L/N like that Boost. We will teach them." Sinker hinted, to which Boost quickly apologized, with red cheeks. "Thank you, sergeant...?" You trailed off. "Sinker. Sergeant Sinker." He replied. You grabbed a blaster that felt way too big for your hands. Aiming it at the target, you were clearly holding it wrong. Sinker came up from behind you and was practically hugging you from behind by the position he was in trying to show you how to hold a blaster correctly. "Lower the blaster. Use the scope to aim. It helps. See?" You could feel his warm breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your back against his chest, you nodded and did what he said. He helped steady your arm with his hands. Your cheeks had a slight tint of red to them from the close contact. If you were being honest. Sinker wasn't that bad looking of a clone. His bleached hair clearly made him stand out from the rest of his group. "Now pull the trigger." You put your finger over the trigger and pulled. Lowering your arm and looking at the target you had hit the bullseye. "See, not that hard. Good job." He remarked with a smirk. "Thank you, Sinker." You blushed but quickly regained your posture since you were of higher rank than him.

- Comet -

You were a slave for Zygerrians. You had befriended Ahsoka Tano while she was on an undercover mission as a slave. You hated the outfit you had to wear, and the terrible things they did to you. Still, you obeyed their every order, because if not, you would be punished in very sick ways. You had only been a slave for 8 months, but dang did it feel like a million years. You were kidnapped considering you would make a good profit for your slave owner since you were young. Following Ahsoka around, since you broke you out with her, you were both now inside the electrified room of Togruta prisoners about to fall to their deaths. To say you were afraid was an understatement. You thought you were going to die, and you were so close to being free. Free from those nightmares. Ahsoka was speaking to someone through a comlink. The ground was moving quickly underneath your feet. Suddenly, ropes fell from the sky, and a ship was approaching. "Jump to the ropes!" Ahsoka commanded to her people. You waited for everyone to go first considering this was their rescue, not yours. Once you were the last one on the moving platform, you tried to jump to the rope, but barely missed and fell like some others. Hoping someone was going to catch you, you felt strong arms thankfully grab you. Your eyes were shut tight, as you held onto the person for dear life, literally. So many emotions were flowing through you at that moment. Happiness, sadness, hatred, fear, a sense of freedom. The arms let go of you but you didn't let go. Opening your eyes, you saw a clone trooper helmet looking in your direction. "Thank you" You whispered with tears streaming down your face. He didn't say anything but just nodded instead as he helped you inside the ship. Once you were inside the ship a handful of people to make sure you and the other slaves were okay, fed, and changed into other clothing. You were thankful to have the small pieces of fabric that barely covered your body off, and into more modest clothing. Ahsoka came and checked up on you, and you asked her where the clone that saved you was. You described his helmet markings, and she directed you towards him. You saw him standing in the corner with some other clones. Walking up to him, you tried to get his attention. He looked over towards you. "Hi. I'm Y/N. I just wanted to thank you for saving me. For saving me from that living hell." You said softly with pain laced in your voice, only known to you. "Of course. It's my duty. I can't begin to imagine what you went through." He replied. Silently wincing at the terrible memories, you faked a small smile. "What's your name?" You asked. "It's Comet." He answered. "Once again, thank you, Comet. Thank you." You whispered the last thank you and smiled at him with sad eyes.

- Warthog -

While the Wolfpack was on a mercy mission to Aleen, they thought it was just to help the poor people of the planet, and leave. That was until they found out about you. You were a pilot, and while you were practicing flying, your ship malfunctioned and crashed onto Aleen. No one knew you were missing, because you didn't really know anyone. Your prized possession ship, The Flipper was destroyed. It was called the flipper because you could do cool tricks, which was mostly flipping in the air. Since Aleen wasn't as advanced on technology, you were out of luck leaving the planet, and or fixing your ship. The people didn't know how to communicate with you since neither of you knew each other's language. Not wanting to bother the people, you wandered away from their village and made home on your crashed ship. At night you would go and find any food in the sleeping village. The people knew about you but didn't even bother you. It had been several months since you had been on the planet. You were giving up, and starting to accept your fate. The sky was getting dark, so you were getting ready to see what "leftovers'' the Aleen people had left. Putting your hood on, you sneaked around the buildings. Noticing some new additions to the village, you noticed a makeshift kitchen which caught your attention. Deciding to check it out, you heard a loud sound. Stopping dead in your tracks, you looked down the alleyway and saw someone looking back at you. Your mind screamed at you, it had been a while since you had seen another human being. Eyes wide, you ran away as fast as you could to your broken home. "Someone's out there!" The person yelled. You ran faster, as you heard voices, and heavy footsteps following you. Jumping inside of your ship, you laid down on the floor so they wouldn't see you. Voices were heard, and you tried to calm your breathing. Minutes went by and it sounded like they left. Getting up slowly and quietly, you headed out of the ship. Quickly turning around, you bump into a hard figure. Stepping back, you looked back into the eyes from earlier. "It's been a while since I've seen another person," You whispered under your breath in utter disbelief. The clone grabbed you by the shoulders and held you in place. "Who are you?" His thick voice asked. Blinking, anxiety got to you since you haven't really talked to someone in almost a year. He asked once more. "Y/N, i-it's Y/N L/N." You whispered out, drowning in his dark, deep brown eyes. "Who are you? I haven't seen another person in so long." You asked and then placed your hands on his forearms because his grip was still on you. "I'm Warthog. A pilot for the 104th Wolfpack." He answered, confusion laced in his voice. You got excited when he mentioned he was a pilot. You asked him if he could help you fix your destroyed ship. He chuckled lightly and guided you back to the village. On the way there he explained how he could help you. You grew a liking for the clone. So did Warthog to you. This was something new for him, something fresh. The Wolfpack welcomed you and C-3PO translated that the people of Aleen knew about you to the Wolfpack. Wolffe was surprised, and Comet, Sinker, and Boost admired you from afar. Warthog fed you and made sure you were okay, and he promised he would get you home. Warthog clearly was wrong about this planet when he flew there, because if he didn't, he would have never found you.

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a/n: pls vote and hope you enjoyed it, and as always, do good today lovelies <3