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of the things that really disturbed me about the clones, despite their obvious
enslavement, was the fact that they died off like droids and no one cared. In
addition to that their deaths were used to add to the narratives of the
Jeid/non-clones.Let me explain.
In some instances, their deaths
were extremely meaningless and inappropriate and only happened to get a
reaction from the audience or even certain characters. Some of their deaths
really reinforce how they’re disposable to not just the writer’s themselves,
but to even the characters.We’ve seen this countless times
with Anakin , but a part that really stuck out to me was the episode with
Barriss , Ahsoka and everyone getting infected.When the clones were infected
with the virus and attempted to kill Ahsoka and Barriss, both killed the clones
with little to no remorse. There wasn’t hesitation, they killed those clones
like they were droids. However in contrast, when Barriss got infected and
begged Ahsoka to kill her, Ahsoka refused. Ahsoka did everything in her power
to make sure that Barriss stayed alive, knowing that killing her would have
been a better option at the time (given Barriss was a threat to her), just as
she knew with the clones. Barriss with Ahsoka’s help, ended up surviving, unlike
the clones who were killed earlier like they were nothing. That is
because sadly, Ahsoka saw more worth in Barriss than she did the clones. Jedi,
even Ahsoka, are guilty of seeing the clones as nothing more than equipment.Next we can see another example
in the episode with master Piell. And this is evident when Piell mentions how
“we’re all willing to die for war”, or something to that degree. Realize it was
a clone that was shot and not Piell. It’s obvious that Piell couldn’t control
that one of his men were killed, but take into realization he knew he
wouldn’t be killed. Piell was a Jedi and a General at that who had information
that was valuable to Osi Sobeck. If Osi hadn’t killed him before, he wouldn’t
him then. That said Piell was aware of that; he knew his value to the mission
and to Osi and while it wans’t his intention for one of the clones to be
killed, he knew it would happen. But in his mind, they were “ready” to die for
war.The next part I want to focus on is Echo’s death, where a clear
preference and respect of Piell’s death is shown in comparison to Echo’s.
When Echo dies, we can clearly see the little regard Obi-Wan and the others
(save for the clones) have for him, and are quick to leave the scene without
sparing a second to see if he is still alive—which he was. However, when Piell
died not only did the Obi-Wan waste valuable time to mourn him but they had a
whole funeral for him.These deaths show a lack of care
for the clones by the Jedi, and their reluctance to not only see the clones as
their equals, but to see them as humans. In these instances I’ve mentioned
above, the clones were killed off as easily as a droid and their lack of
importance really showed. Above all, the clones were not mourned as much as the
jedi who were killed off , or almost killed off. Nor was than an effort to
actually save these clones.Another example I want to look
at, is when Ventress invaded Kamino and brutally killed a clone right before kissing
him.A very good points. Frankly, the way clone troopers are treated in TCW is really disconcerting, especially after the series became more popular. Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like the later seasons the more clones were dehumanized – as in, created just to be killed because of “cheap shock value” while their brutal deaths could be (in some cases at least)
avoidable. Which is pretty sad, since the first episode of TCW was all about how clones are human beings and how their life & individuality matters too – and that comes from Yoda himself, who is supposed to be sort of moral authorityyeah, riiiight. Like I said, it may be just my perception of series development, but first TCW season seemed to treat clone troopers with more respect and I dare to say, even made me feel like (some) Jedi and clones were more comrades in arms than, you know, masters and subordinates whose life
will be thrownaway very soon. I don’t know why TCW changed so much over the years; was that
intentional choice to show us how Jedi – the supposed heroes – are
uncaring, prejudiced hypocrites or did writers cared more for “big fireworks” than actual story and how it affect both characters and fan perception of them?
Etiqueta: This hurts
You’re my soulmate but I’m not yours
OKAY I JUST SAW THE ECHO HEADCANON AND IT WAS REALLY GOOD BUT THE ANGST AT THE END WAS TOO MUCH. CAN I PLEASE HAVE HEADCANON/DRABBLE (you choose) OF ECHO COMING BACK AFTER THE BAD BATCH ARCH? I WANT MY CINNAMON ROLL SON TO HAPPY!
It felt like a lifetime since Echo had seen a brother’s face.
His eyes slowly cracked open, his throat dry and burning, the bright white lights of the room blinding him in an instant, and he shied away from it.
He could hear muffled voices near his head, someone calling his name.
“Echo.”
There, it was clearer now. Unmistakable. His name. When was the last time someone had said his name?
“ECHO!!!”
Fives. Fives had screamed his name.
He tried to speak, tried to ask for Fives, his brother, where was his brother?
“Don’t try to talk just yet, brother.” The voice told him softly. He felt a hand against his skin, his arm. Someone was touching him. Flesh and blood, not a droid. Someone was touching him. “Kix stuck a feeding tube down your throat, he’s got to remove it before you can talk, yeah? Try to relax.”
Echo felt something being maneuvered through his gut and back up his throat. It was extremely unpleasant, and he was relieved when the end of the snakelike tube passed his lips at long last.
“That’s it.” The voice murmured. The hand had shifted to his forehead now, soft fingers brushing against the metal apparatus the droids had crammed into his skull. Please don’t touch me there. “That’s it, you’re safe now, Echo. Safe.”
His eyes finally adjusted to the brightness of the room, blurry faces beginning to take shape in front of him. There were four distinct figures standing around his bed, but the only face he could make out right away was that of a brother. He tried to speak, but again, no words would come out, his throat so dry that he could barely breathe without there being pain.
“Jesse, get him some ice chips.”
“Yes Captain.”
The hand was back on his forehead, away from the metal this time, instead ghosting across his cheek, fingers sliding up and down the skin reassuringly. He felt calmer now.
Someone pressed a cup to his lips, and he felt cool ice chips against the chapped skin. The hand was under his chin now, helping ease the ice into his mouth.
“There you are, brother.” The voice murmured, still in that soft, reassuring cadence. “Trooper, do you remember your name?”
He swallowed, letting the ice drift down his throat, the sensation absolutely heavenly.
“Echo.” he managed weakly, his voice cracking on the word. The man leaning over him looked relieved.
“That’s right, brother.” The man nodded, his hand stilling on Echo’s cheek. “Do you remember my name?”
Echo studied him for a few moments, his eyes drifting over the brother’s face, the blue armor and pauldron. Fives had a pauldron like that. Fives’s armor was blue like that.
“Captain Rex.” He whispered. Rex cracked a smile.
“Yeah. Good work.” He murmured warmly. Echo’s eyes glazed across the other three men standing around him. He recognized Kix, the medic, and Jesse – after all this time, he could never forget that tattoo – though Jesse was wearing ARC armor now. Fives was an ARC Trooper. I was an ARC trooper.
“Gen… General Skywalker.” Echo huffed, each syllable on its own breath as he greeted the last man. He smiled weakly. “What… took you… so long?”
Anakin Skywalker smiled, his arms folded across his chest. “Glad to have you back with us, Echo, but it was Rex, Jesse, and a team of elite soldiers that rescued you, not me.”
Echo turned back to Rex. “You… you came back… for me?”
“Of course, brother.” Rex whispered. “We weren’t going to let the Seps keep you any longer.”
Echo sighed, closing his eyes. “Fives.” he whispered, his voice cracking as tears threatened to spring to his eyes. “My brother… where is he?”
A harsh silence fell over the room. Even the steady beep of the heart monitors seemed to cease their whispers.
“He needs rest.” Kix spoke up suddenly. “He’s been through extreme mental and physical trauma. We can’t overwork him.”
“Where is he?” Echo repeated, panic leaking into his voice. “Where’s… my brother?”
Where is he?
“Echo…” Rex began, his voice barely above a whisper.
Don’t.
“I’m sorry, Echo. There was… an incident.”
Don’t go where I can’t follow.
“He was killed. I’m sorry.” Rex finished lamely, hanging his head, unable to bear looking at Echo.
I came all this way to find you.
“Echo, we need to know what the Separatists were using you for.” Anakin prodded lightly. “How much information were they able to get from you? This may explain why Fives was killed.”
I fought so hard to come back to you.
“I don’t… I don’t understand.” Echo gasped. “He couldn’t… he…”
Why didn’t you wait for me?!
“General, please.” Kix’s voice turned rough. “He needs his rest. If we overwork him it could put too much strain on his body and kill him.”
It’s not true!
“It’s not possible.” Echo hissed, reaching a hand up to press against the metal in his skull. “It’s not possible!”
Bring him back to me!
“Echo-!” Rex tried to grab him, hold him still.
Don’t go.
“No!” Echo screamed, pushing Rex off of him. “No, give me back my brother!”
Don’t go.
“Kix, sedate him!” General Skywalker bellowed, and Kix rushed forward with a syringe.
Don’t go.
“Please…” Echo begged, tears streaming down his face as the needle pricked his skin. “Please…”
Come back.
“It’s alright Echo.” Rex whispered, holding him as his eyes drifted closed again.
“It’s alright.”
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