RP with Snapshot!

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Prompt 2: You're an adventurer in a fantasy world. Suddenly, a blue ball of light flashes in front of you, and out comes Snapshot. He's clearly dazed and confused after being isekai'd into your world. WDYD?

RP Type: Isekai

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Prompt 1: You're a Jedi general visiting Kamino, and you see him. Snapshot. Top strategist of the 105th Battalion, also known as the Kamino Guard. He's in his office, his computer-jack hand jacked into the port on the side of his desk while he formulates a new Battle of Kamino contingency plan. You get curious and knock on his doorframe to get his attention. He tells you to enter, and looks up at you. WDYD?

RP Type: Standard

(Would you mind if I use some of my clone OCs? Ik that technically it wouldn't be like the prompts you supplied, but I can tweak/propose one if need be ^w^)

(Sure! Prompt 1 works the best with clone OCs. Start a new comment chain, and we can do it!)

(Prompt 1, but with clones! I might bring in a Jedi OC, but we'll play it by ear)

*CT-9997, Calico, rushed in frantically, eyes wide and body frantic. the young clone was panting, as if he had just run across the entirety of Kamino, and his hands were shaking*
Calico: S-Snapshot! You-! the Commander-! The commander's not-! *the anxious clone wasn't able to get out any intelligible sentences, to scattered and panicked to put words together. Calico was part of the 10 remaining men that had served in General Krell's battalion before the scumbag had been killed on Umbara, and to say that they were all a little f**ked up would be an understatement, but it didn't take a genius to know that something was very, VERY wrong.*

"Take your time, Calico. Breathe. Calm yourself. Then tell me what's up with Commander Jimbo."

*I place my biological hand on Calico's shoulder to help him calm down*

*But Calico just shook his head fervently, trembling*
Calico: no, no, not that Commander, my one under Krell, Commander Tick, he’s-! he’s- *Calico’s voice cut off before he grabbed Snapshot’s wrist and pulled him along, through the hallways of Kamino and towards CC-4321(Tick)’s office. Now, unbeknownst to Calico and some of the younger clones, Tick’s name originally WAS Jimbo back when he was training with Snapshot on Kamino as cadets, so in actuality, the Kamino Commander and the 403rd private were talking about the same person (even if Calico didn’t know that). Another one of the 403rd clones that Snapshot was pretty sure was named Fennec (don’t quote him on that though) guarded the door, but moved aside and let Calico bring Snapshot into the room. The room was dark, especially compared to the blinding whiteness of the Kaminoan hallways, but even in the darkness, it was pretty easy to see the humanoid shaped body swinging ever so slightly as it hung from the ceiling*

*My eyes widen. I switch my cybernetic hand out for a flashlight, since it's connected on a computer jack (kinda like Echo in the series finale of The Bad Batch), and turn said flashlight on. That proves that it is indeed Tick who's hanging from the ceiling, as shown by the unique bits of armor that only Tick wore. I scream, very unusual for the usually calm and collected clone I am. Then, the corpse starts to move. Its fingers twitch. Its head moves under the helmet. Its legs try to walk. And then I have a realization. Tick was infected with the Blackwing Virus, and had killed himself to protect the rest of us, unaware that that action would cause the virus to take over his body faster. Luckily, it's hanging from the ceiling and is too stupid to know how to undo the noose holding it there, so as long as it doesn't bite or scratch anyone, it's safe*

(0-0 oop- didn't know that was a thing, but ok)

*Calico jumped, frozen and shaking, as Fennec immediately ran in upon hearing the scream with his blaster drawn. a few other clones poked their heads in, mostly reds and tweens, but a few blues too, all either scared, confused, or shocked by the sight. Fennec looked at Calico, sniper blaster still trained on Tick's head*
Fennec: *growling* I thought you said he killed himself 'cause of Krell *Calico spluttered*
Calico: *panicked* I- I thought he had!
Fennec: *snapping back* so why's he moving then?
Calico: I don't know! Why would you think I would know?!

(It's from Legends. The virus was introduced in the novel Star Wars: Death Troopers by Joe Schreiber.)

*I interrupt the argument between Fennec and Calico*

"He's infected with the Blackwing Virus. That thing ain't Tick anymore. Whatever you do, do NOT let it down or let it bite or scratch anyone. As long as it's hanging there, out of arms' and teeth's reach of anyone, we're safe. Blackwing zombies are too stupid to know how to undo the Hangman's Noose, so that thing's not gonna hurt anyone if we stay outta its way. Once the virus has a single host, it can only be transferred through bites and scratches from the infected. The virus reanimates dead tissue, making the infected virtually unkillable. I think Tick hanged himself so his corpse wouldn't hurt any of us. His sacrifice will be remembered."

PROMPT 1

Howlpaw(currently looking like the average Jango--because its daylight[or would be if it weren't raining like shit all the time haha] outside), and as he enters, he seems curious.

"Hey there, Snap. What'cha got this time?"

(its implied here that howlpaw and snapshot are pretty good "business partners"[bffs] lmao)

(Sounds good to me!)

"Oh, nothing much, Howl. Just preparing a new battle contingency in case that galactic junkyard they call the Separatists decide to attack Tipoca City. How 'bout you?"

"Been sharpening my skills at the range--managed to get an 80/15(battle damage assessment--essentially how good your accuracy is) this time around!"

Wow. He's really been sharpening his skills after his Felucia debacle(where he got [REDACTED] by 500 B1 battle droids).

(no im not explaining what happened, leave it up to imagination >:3)

(skrew you then 🖕 *decides that the B1s g$ngb$nged Howlpaw*)

"80/15? Damn. Back on Felucia, you couldn't shoot for crap. Especially not when those B1s got to ya." I chuckle at the memory, remembering the Felucia debacle from before the 105th was assigned to be the Kamino Guard. "Kriff, I'm actually kinda wishing the Seppies would attack Kamino. I'm getting bored being outta the field."

"Same. I'm fed up with being stuck here, and it sickens me to know that more of our brothers die every day while we just sit here!"
He sighs, facepalming. His frustration was thick enough to cut open with a vibroblade.

I stand up and place my biological hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"I know it does, Howl. But everyone's got their-"

I'm interrupted by a notification on my holocomm, which also pings Howlpaw's comm at the same time. I open it to see a message, which I read aloud.

"To Snapshot and Howlpaw, my brothers in the 105th that I've sent this to, you two are both assigned training duty for a fresh batch of boys who are almost ready to be deployed to the field. Don't disappoint me. Best regards, Commander Jimbo."

I close the message, looking back up at Howlpaw.

"Guess we're on training duty."

"Eh, I could live with that."
I go ahead and begin equipping the necessary gear required, before me and Snapshot head out for the boys almost ready for the field.

7 PM LOCAL TIME
(i dont actually know how timezones work in star wars but i do know rotations exists and i think those are equivelant to like either a week or month)

(yea i dont either, so lets just go with that)

I grab a cybernetic hand and plug its wrist into my computer jack hand, linking it to me, then I follow you out to the training facility deep within Tipoca City, greet Jedi General Shaak Ti, and prepare for an intense training session.

As we're preparing, I take a moment to write in a diary I have.

"Diary Log 847

Well, life's been alright, I guess. Nothing else to do but sit on Kamino, train other brothers and eat whatever's being served in the Cafeteria. I mean, at least the food's good, but...I don't know if anyone knows about the...well, secret. Eh, I'll keep it hidden."

He then quickly closes the diary and puts it in his locker, before heading out to greet the Trainees, who are almost ready for combat.

I'm already standing there, a blaster carbine in hand, pumping up these shinies to get them hyped and ready for intense training.

"Are you ready!?" I shout to the troopers, who yell out a "Yes!" in response.

"If you're really ready, fire stun shots upward, boys!"

The clones set their blasters to stun, then each man fires exactly one shot.

(gtg, brb)

(ok lol)

I put on my helmet--a modified Gen 15 helmet(official helmet for Arcs--he's not an arc yet, he borrowed it), with Phase 1 Visor, 4 fins on the sides(that look like horns), and a large rangefinder at the top, completely painted colors of blue, with...a white circle on the back.

Nobody really knows why he has it, as he's never answered the questions.

"Not sure. But, since they ain't attacking us, it's not a big deal."

Howlpaw just...stares at the Lucrehulk in confusion.

Then out of literally nowhere...is that a f**king door falling from the sky-

OH GOD IT LANDED ON HIS F**KING PINGAS

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

(smg4 reference?)

(and no the seppies didn't do this lmao)

(Can you please choose one POV and stick with it? It gets confusing for me. I'm not trying to be rude btw, it's just hard to say something like that without coming off as a jackass. But like, please just pick, first person or third person, and stick to it to avoid confusion.)

"Oh my god! Howl, are you okay!?"

(sorry)

*Howl collapses in...an abnormal amount of agony.*
"NOIAMNOTOKAY! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OKAY!"
*Yikes...*

"Medic!" I shout. "We need a medic over here, right kriffing now!"

Alongside Frog, Memory, Aftermath, Wilhuff, and a few other clones, I lift the door off of Howlpaw's pingas, removing the shattered plastoid crotch plate of his armor and leaving his crotch covered by only the standard-issue under-armor jumpsuit.

"Don't worry, Howl. You'll be alright. Whichever one of our brothers gets here for you - which, let's be honest, will probably be Feedback - he'll make sure of that."

A field medic soon arrives. Specifically, mine and Howlpaw's close brother Feedback, the only clone medic familiar with the unique anatomy of Howlpaw's werewolf form.

"Feedback, thank goodness you're here." I say. "Howl's not doing too hot. You'll probably think I'm crazy for saying this, but trust me, it's true. A huge durasteel door randomly fell from the sky and landed right on Howl's... uh, his wolf meat, if you catch my drift. He needs proper medical attention stat."

*Howl's eyes are...well...completely white from pure shock alone.*

"I think I feel whatever Master Yoda takes for his drugs."

*...yeah he's not doing too hot*

I lift up Howlpaw and place him down on Feedback's stretcher, helping carry Howl back to Tipoca City's clone medical bay.

"Make sure he's examined thoroughly before any operation, Feedback." I say. "Gotta have all the info."

"Don't worry, Snap." Feedback responds. "He'll be thoroughly examined before anything else."

*Then, out of nowhere...*

*ITS F**KING RAINING DOORS*

"What the...?" I ask, then I realize what's happening. I quickly comm the deflector shield operator, a clone named Magma. "Magma, activate deflector shields. Now!"

In the distance, the Lucrehulk gets absolutely bodied by the door rain, and then it explodes.

Dam.

Meanwhile, literally everyone outside is...having a really bad time. Ow.

I look over at you and nod, then I put on my helmet. One of the clones, named Frog, comes up to us.

"Captain Snapshot?" He asks. "I'm not sure I'm ready to be a soldier just yet."

"Nonsense, Frog." I say in response. "You're one of the best, most skilled men I've trained. With me and Howlpaw here today, you'll be ready for the battlefield by midnight."

"You definitely could say that, Snapshot."
I wink under the helmet.

I catch your wink by the slight tilt of your head, then I nod again in response. Frog cocks an eyebrow curiously, but doesn't pry, instead looking back at his three fellow members of Glacier Squad, the clones named Memory, Aftermath, and Wilhuff.

Before anything else can happen, out of nowhere, all the lights go out. No emergency lights turn on either.

I look around, confused.

"Power short-out?"

I shrug.

"Must be. Not like the Separatists have the balls to-" My eyes snap open under my helmet. "Kriff... Last I checked, the emergency power systems were working just fine. If they didn't activate when the primary power went out, that means we might be under attack. Howlpaw, go get to your synthetic-night pod. If we're under attack, your werewolf form will be essential to the battle. I went in and made it battery-powered yesterday, specifically for a situation like this. Frog, Memory, Aftermath, and Wilhuff, you might be training with real battle droids today instead of salvaged scrap cl*nkers."

I contact Shaak Ti.

"General Ti, I think we're under attack. Find out if it's true, and if we are, execute Battle of Kamino contingency number 35-J, double Death Troopers variant."

(WAIT HOW THE F**K DOES HE KNOW)

(He doesn't. It's an educated guess based on the lack of backup power.)

(oh haha--wait its not 9 pm)

(wdym?)

(its not night on kamino--sun's barely set)

Howlpaw's...kinda shocked at how he knows, but adrenaline takes over.

He goes ahead and sprints to the nightpod, and then, gets in.

About 2 seconds later, the pod activates.

A loud "AWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" echoes through the chambers. The transformation is largely painless.

The hands and feet of the clone armor break--usually happens.

The helmet was taken off beforehand, and now doesn't fit. Minor inconvenience.

He comes out, and...looks both ridiculous and adorable simultaneously. How that's possible is beyond the Force.

I toss him a pair of vibroblades from two of the salvaged BX-series Commando Droids being used as training droids. I then switch out my traditional DC-17 blaster pistol for a prototype DLT-19 heavy repeater. I run out of the training facility, only to see my worst fear come true. Battle droids. And not just any battle droids. Specially manufactured Battle of Kamino droids made to be twice as tough as their traditional counterparts.

"Kriff." I say.

I take a closer look at the droids through some binos...wait. Why are they off?

I see a single Lucrehulk in the sky...wait.

Why are its lights all disco?

And why is it playing Caramelldansen?

"...what the...?"

I look back at the boys of Glacier Squad.

"Glacier Squad, battle's off. I forgot that Count Dooku made a truce with the Republic to celebrate General Ti's birthdays during the war. They were good friends when the Count was still a Jedi, after all, and are still close, despite being enemies on the battlefield."

I comm Shaak Ti again.

"General Ti, we're not under attack, but the Separatists are here. Count Dooku's invasion isn't an attack. It's his celebration of your first in-war birthday. Happy birthday, General, and I need you to come here so the Count can find you."

Confused as all hell, I take another look at the battleship. Whoever's idea this was is...honestly kinda genius in the stupidest way possible. XD

"...not what I expected. Wait- how'd it get past the blockade?!"

oh.

(Ah. Well, at least I came up with the idea of Howlpaw's synthetic-night pod. It'll come in handy here. Let's continue.)

(oh nice)

(Alr, let's continue.)

The 75th siege corps has arrived on planet to reinforce the 501st with the siege of a city under separatist control, he is talking with fives and Rex when he notices you. “Hello brother, are you reddy to siege? This one is going to be an easy one.”

"I'm working on a new battle contingency right now. But since we don't exactly have time for that, we'll execute contingency number 35-J. It's an all-hands-on-deck contingency."

I pull up a holomap of the city under siege, which is Aldera, capital of Alderaan. As I speak, parts of the holomap light up, corresponding to the locations I mention.

"We'll have special forces troopers in place. Jet troopers here, Death Troopers here, shadow troopers here and here, clone snipers here and here, and scout troopers here and here. AT-TE walkers around the perimeter will be paramount to the city's safety. Rex, Fives, and Dreamon, you'll each take a squad of 501st troopers and a squad of 75th troopers, and you'll back up the special forces troopers. General Skywalker will be on standby in case Count Dooku or General Grievous makes an appearance. I'll be here to relay orders if necessary."

“I’ll take a squad straight to the king and we will kill him.” He says pulling out a modified m-5 arc blaster carbine that can shoot slugs.

"Dreamon, we're supposed to be defending Aldera, not attacking it."

“Why can’t I just kill something?! He is a tyrant isn’t he? He should perish.”

"No, Count Dooku is the tyrant here, and he's probably lounging around in his palace on Serenno, sitting on a Bantha-skin sofa and watching holofilms. The Organas are on our side. Breha's the queen of the planet, and her husband, Bail, is the senator who represents Alderaan in the Galactic Senate. However, there are battle droids coming our way. You can kill them."

“Oh I was under the impression or the former king was still in power, my regiment didn’t receive word of the former king’s death.”

“And will do.” He charges the incoming droids and starts smashing their heads in.

"Ah, that makes sense." I say, putting on a prosthetic hand over my computer-jack hand.

Once I finish attaching my prosthetic hand, I grab a DC-17 blaster pistol and start taking out the battle droids sneaking up behind Dreamon.

As they push the enemy lines with Rex and fives suddenly drop pods drop from the sky and out step other clone troopers in modified armor. Mixes of bescar armor, phase one, phase two, and havoc trooper armor wielding slug throwers and sentinel rotary blasters. They are troopers from the 75th, and there are hundreds more drop pods on their way down.