LMAO!
I woke up with this in my head. Anakin calls Fives and Echo into a briefing with Obi Wan. Anakin points to a holo of Maul ‘back from the dead’. “IS THIS NORMAL?????” Echo shrugs. Fives facepalms. “Ah.... kriff I knew I’d forgotten something.” Obi Wan blinks. “You... forgot?” “Look, he’s not my arch nemesis, is he??”
A;SLDKFJA;SDLKFJ DEAD HAHAHA YUPPP
yuma deadass got so sick of cathy bullying this poor doggirl
ao3 comments will be like “i like this line of your fic” and my reply will be like “fantastic thank you here’s my entire thought process about how i ended up with that particular line and also an outline for another fic i have and fifteen resources i used to research 1980s politics” and nobody asked for that chill
yuma really did lose 21 times in a row huh… honestly a breath of fresh air. amazing to see a protagonist lose and then immediately get back up. you can’t keep yuma down.
How order 66 would go down if the clones all secretly removed their chips:
"Execute Order 66-"
Cody: "With all due respect, no."
Wolffe: "With all due respect, fuck you."
Tup: "I'm sorry, I'm driving through a tunnel, you're breaking up - hello? Palps? You there?" *Hangs up*
Waxer: "New commlink, who dis"
Rex: "As much as I'd love to, I'll pass."
Boost: "I'll see if I can pencil it in."
Sinker: *makes beeping noise* "We're sorry, the clone you are trying to reach is currently unavailable, please leave your message after the-" *dissolves into giggles*
Hardcase: "Turn around, bend over, and I'll show you where you can shove your stupid order."
Fives: "Order what? Were we actually supposed to memorise those?"
Echo: "Been there, done that. 10/10 would not recommend."
*Sniff* I miss Bob...
So we all know how Bohrok-Kal can speak right?
And I am pretty sure that it’s the Krana who speak through the Bohrok-Kal’s vocal chords.
So imagine, the Bohrok-Kal gather in a secret lair.
“Welcome, everyone, to the Bohrok-Kal Monthly Meeting,” Tahnok-Kal says. “On today’s agenda: The Queens are still missing, the pesky Toa can’t leave us alone, and…” pause, “we lost Bob today.” The rest gasp. “He’ll be missed dearly.”
Tahnok-Kal pats the empty shell of the Pahrak-Kal. A Bohrok-Va comes near and hands him the gunmetal Krana which he puts under the Pahrak-Kal’s head shell.
“Everyone,” Tahnok proclaims, “Say hello to Roy.” “Hello Roy,” the rest of the Bohrok-Kal say in unison.
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