arctrooper-ross:

Yesterday I talked about Rex’s men lost faith in him especially during and after Umbara. In addition they saw Fives as a leader. But the
truth is, I don’t think Fives ever lost faith in Rex. In fact, I think Fives
felt bad for Rex during Umbara—that’s why he took a stand. He knew that Rex
wouldn’t be able to. He knew that Rex was having a mental battle every second on
Umbara. So he wasn’t angry at him, and never held Rex’s actions (or lack of)
against him. I also believe that, Rex was also relieved that Fives took a stand
on Umbara. Of course he didn’t show it nor did he let anyone know but, Fives
gave him strength. Fives was strong where Rex wasn’t and for that, Rex was
grateful. And unbeknownst to Fives, Rex looked up to him and even depended on his
command. Rex saw Fives as a leader. He knew on Umbara everything would fall
apart if it weren’t for Fives, and that mentality carried long after they’d
left the planet.

So Rex telling Fives “don’t go”, when he’s about to die is even
more painful. Because Rex needs Fives. Since Umbara, Fives has been his
strength, he’s turned to Fives for encouragement even if Fives wasn’t aware.
Fives presence, and the fact that Fives held nothing against Rex and still
looked up to him as a leader, was extremely important to Rex. Fives was the one
thing Rex held on to, the one thing that gave him some hope that he was a good leader. After Fives died, so did the little self confidence Rex had left.

wolveria:

arctrooperfivesbutt:

Fives’ goatee through the series

You can see his tragic progression from innocent baby batcher, to eager shinie, to serious trooper, tired ARC, and finally disillusioned soldier who understands he’s nothing more than property.

And here is where my tears come!

rogueclonesftw:

So Wookieepedia says that Jango Fett saw the clones as nothing more than business. They were a job and that was all.

But he raised and trained 100 kids into soldiers over almost 10 years. He saw 100 kids every day for almost 10 years and he was in some way responsible for them. Yes, it might only be because he said he would, because he’s being paid, but after that amount of time you start to care whether you want to or not.

You watch these kids-with-your-face grow into adults-with-your-face. You’ve known them their whole (short, so short) lives. They look up to you, you trained them, taught them everything you could. And you don’t care at all?

Are you sure you don’t care? Or is that just what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night, knowing that they’re all going to die? If you can convince yourself you don’t care it won’t hurt as much when the inevitable happens. It won’t matter when they die because you never gave a damn in the first place. (That’s a lie, but it’s not one Jango lived long enough to have to face.)

Sure, one defected and you tracked him down and killed him. And then you felt so guilty you immediately set up a trust fund to take care of his son, even though you didn’t have to. That’s not the hallmark of a man who doesn’t care, that’s the hallmark of a man who only says he doesn’t. One who’s trying to save himself from the pain of yet more loss in a life already filled with it.

Step 1: it’s just a job, you’re getting paid well and you got a son from it. You Do Not Care about the clones.

Failed step 1.

A Clone’s Prayer

happytroopers:

For My brother’s I pray:

I pray that your training is thorough, and never lets you down.

That you batch mates are with you forever, even if not always physically 

That your superiors are fair and caring, and your Jedi honorable.

I pray that you fight valiantly, with honor and pride.

For the Republic and its citizens, the Jedi, and your brothers.

I pray that your battles, no matter matter how hard-won, 

are swift, with minimal casualties

And that any drop of blood is spilled not in vain.

I pray that your armor, keeps you safe and your blaster shoots true,

no matter shiny or painted

you bring pride to yourself, your company, and the Grand Army of the Republic. 

I pray that at night, you rest easy

without fear of tomorrow or what comes while you sleep.

And if you do die in this war, that you die valiantly and painlessly,

And that you can move on to the next life in peace,

Most of all I pray, for my brothers and myself

That this war ends in Victory, and that,

Finally, when it does, we can rest

These things, dear Force, I pray for my brothers,

And they the same for me.” 

– A clone’s prayer

(I couldn’t get this out of my head)