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I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?

Vader: [opening a desk drawer in Obi-Wan’s old room] Let’s see what this old fool kept in here…[picking up a piece of paper]  Obi-Wan: [in a letter] 

Dear Anakin, 

If you’re reading this, then you must be rifling through my belongings, which means you are either extremely bored (in which case I suggest going and tidying up your quarters, which I don’t need to see to know are a disaster,) or I’ve been missing for an extended amount of time and the Order needs the room to store extra chairs, or I’ve died, possibly while trying to rid the galaxy of General Grievous. If I am in fact dead, I hope this letter finds you well in spite of it, and that you have not gone off the deep end or murdered anyone in an attempt to avenge me. (…unless it’s Grievous, I suppose.)

You will find attached to this letter the receipts for several items in my room, such as the electric tea kettle. I hope you can at least return them for store credit. 

I’ve set up a college savings plan with the Galactic Bank of Coruscant, because I noticed that Senator Amidala is obviously pregnant, and since I am not nearly as dense as you apparently think I am, I presume the child is yours. The account information is in my safe, which I would give you the combination to except that I know you have been breaking into it since you were 14. 

If you do intend to eventually leave the Order, as I suspect you might, please make sure that you give the Council two weeks’ notice. It’s only polite, and you never know when you may need to use them as a reference. Even though I know you clash with them, they do care about you.

Finally, please make sure Duchess Satine’s nephew gets the inheritance I’ve left him (the information is also in my safe, and no, I’m not going to tell you any more details about this. I realize how much this is going to torment you, and I’d be lying if I said that’s not bringing a smile to my face.) 

Your blanket is in the hamper. Wash it on the gentle cycle. The password for the wi-fi, in case you’ve forgotten, is BuyYourOwnDataPlanAnakin.

Be well, my Padawan, and I shall see you again someday – hopefully many years from now – when you, too, rejoin the Force. Don’t forget to change the payment settings for Netflix now that I’m dead or you’ll fall behind on your programs. 

Yours,  Obi-Wan Kenobi  PS: Don’t let Vos speak at my funeral. 

She wouldn't have if she knew that Trisha was gonna be her mother

Cadet Tech: Its called the pauli exclusion principle

Cadet Tech: basically we are made up of these tiny little atoms

Cadet Tech: and all these atoms can't reside in the same location which qualifies as touching

Cadet Tech: so technically we never really touch anything

99: right...but you're still going to apologize to your brother *referring to crosshair*

99: for punching him the the face

Fettuccine Alfredo. I know I'm basic

Send me your favorite pasta dish that isn't spaghetti and I will tell you an obscure thing that makes Captain Rex cry on a normal day.

I did not need to have this in my mind, but it will now live rent free in my head forever

Anakin requests hard copies of his casualty reports after every campaign. Rex hand-delivers them and watches the General disappear into his quarters - it will take him 20-30 minutes before he’s ready to transmit anything to the council or senate. For two years, Rex doesn’t think much of the little routine.

Then the Resolute is ambushed during Skywalker’s prep time. The General bursts out of his quarters and asks Rex to finish up the transmission while he joins the dogfight outside.

On his desk, the casualty report. Beside each CT number on the list, in bunched, angular handwriting, is each clone’s name. This is the sheet going straight to the senate - perhaps the only legal document on which their actual names would ever be found. Skywalker immortalizing them in the only way he can.

Rex completes the list in his own sharp scrawl. It sends successfully, and he and the General never discuss it. But when he can, Rex hangs in the hall outside Skywalker’s quarters after delivering the reports, guarding the sacred space. It’s never lost on him - this may be the closest thing to a funeral the fallen 501st will get.

I'll take that as you weren't able to outrun him

Not an actual tooka but rate my tooka?

Dark markings over half his face. Always looking up at me. Maintains a good attitude despite the circumstances. Absolutely don't need another one of these, 4/10

I assumed you got lung damage from cigarettes or something. Not a toothpick. Then again I'm not the brightest person in the galaxy

Do you buy toothpicks in bulk? And have you ever choked on one before?

Why do you think my voice sounds like this

That's the thing, I don't like people and people leave me alone most when I'm shooting.

Any advice for someone looking to improve their marksmanship score? I want to get onto the team this year but my scores have been garbage lately.

Play a real sport, ideally one that involves exercise and teamwork. Guns are not toys.

Is that a hint of care for Tech in your voice, Crosshair?

The lab's all set up, boss.

Actually, Hunter's the boss. I merely chauffeur everyone, design everything, and devise ingenious solutions to all of our problems.