It is simply not fulfilling to enjoy media in the height of its popularity. You need to show up so late to the party that everybody else is gone and the hosts are asleep so you can rummage through their trash for chip dip and stale hors d’oeurves to eat alone in the dark like a dirty little raccoon secret
I'm the writer for team 3 and had the pleasure to work alongside the amazing artists that are PaxDuane (ao3) and @partykuma (Tumblr and Bluesky), as well as @kaelesti who's my incredible beta reader and helped me more than I could ever say <3
We'll be posting of December 18 !
@clonebang
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Summary :
Pong Krell's Battalion had always been known for its terrible casualties rates. Under the Jedi's brutal orders, surviving was no more than a hope.
It didn't stop them from trying, however. And did they try... Astral had done everything in his power to keep his troopers alive. Such was his duty as a Commander, and he was ready to do everything for his vod'ike. That was why he made sure to prepare for the day he'd die. Captain Spear was now left behind at the head of the Battalion, with only his grief, a sliced datapad and the difficult task of leading their fight for survival.
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“—useless clone ! We need to get to this outpost in time, and still you seem determined to slow us down. Are you trying to sabotage this mission ?”
The lightsaber was a flicker away from Spear’s throat, the fire of the blade biting his skin like a brand but not yet touching. He stayed at perfect attention.
“No sir.”
“Be careful CT-4277. I do not tolerate such behavior. Get everybody moving.”
“Yes sir.” He answered with a salute. He waited long enough for the lightsaber to be retracted before yanking his helmet back on his head and getting into motion.
Spear didn't spare a glance at the General’s retreating back. He turned to Chime who hadn't moved from his side.
“How’s Nau ?”
“Failsafe is with them. They'll be fine.”
“Good. Send the word that if anybody feels they're at their limit like that, they're to go into one of the tanks. We'll implement a rotation if needed.”
“Yes Captain. Don't worry about the kid, they'll be out and about in no time.”
“I know,” he smiled tiredly, a small crook of the lips. “It's not some exhaustion and frostbite that's going to stop them from running around.”
That drew a few chuckles from the lieutenant.
“Come on, boys ! Let's not suffer any more delay !”
Ill never forgive the aftg fandom for saying aftg is poorly written but loveable. it is so fucking well written. The characters are all interesting individually and as group dynamics. The plot is unexpected but always makes sense. Theres so many incredible 1 liners said. Theres humour. Theres heartfelt love. Theres angst. You can cry and you can laugh and you can get invested. Nora made characters with actual fucking personalities instead of just catalysts for neil's story. She did this so well she was able to take 2 minor characters and give them an entire sequel.
craving the kind of intimacy that requires surgical tools
Today is Team 3's posting day for the @clonebang !! I'm so very happy to finally share this fic :D The wonderful artists who worked with me are @partykuma and PaxDuane, and I could count on the fantastic @kaelesti to beta read me <3
I hope you'll enjoy !
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Summary :
Pong Krell's Battalion had always been known for its terrible casualties rates. Under the Jedi's brutal orders, surviving was no more than a hope. It didn't stop them from trying, however. And did they try... Astral had done everything in his power to keep his troopers alive. Such was his duty as a Commander, and he was ready to do everything for his vod'ike. That was why he made sure to prepare for the day he'd die. Captain Spear was now left behind at the head of the Battalion, with only his grief, a sliced datapad and the difficult task of leading their fight for survival.
forced to say “it’s ok” instead of throwing a chair at them
lately ive been bedridden with a terrible case of i dont wanna
having an archenemy as a grown ass man is so gay actually. what are you arching? your back?
@hey-omi got me into aftg last semester and i made this for them as part of an art trade last month! so now yall get to see it :)
no amount of situations will ever destroy my chiller's soul. Understand this