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So, I’ll be moving Yularen over to a multimuse I created at @nieithryn, so y’all should go follow that. This blog will be around for a lil while, while I move important headcanons over and such, but otherwise this is gonna get deleted by the end of the week.
So, I’ll be moving Yularen over to a multimuse I created at @nieithryn, so y’all should go follow that. This blog will be around for a lil while, while I move important headcanons over and such, but otherwise this is gonna get deleted by the end of the week.
So, I’ll be moving Yularen over to a multimuse I created at @nieithryn, so y’all should go follow that. This blog will be around for a lil while, while I move important headcanons over and such, but otherwise this is gonna get deleted by the end of the week.
So, I’ll be moving Yularen over to a multimuse I created at @nieithryn, so y’all should go follow that. This blog will be around for a lil while, while I move important headcanons over and such, but otherwise this is gonna get deleted by the end of the week.
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The admiral sighed, rubbing his eyes and sipping at the shot as he tried to find words. Normally that wasn’t a problem, but…well, it was difficult to admit to Rex the things he knew the Captain would probably never see him doing…
“…it isn’t that I despise his recklessness…it’s that it echoes my own too closely. Oh, perhaps you would not believe that…but I am the youngest admiral in living memory, in over five centuries. I’ve held my rank for over a decade, Rex…and I got here, by serving with honors in the Outer Rim, where conventional tactics are…at best serviceable, at worst a suicide wish.”
He fell quiet, downing the rest of the shot and setting it down with exquisite care. His entire demeanor quiet and for a moment, far more subdued than was usual for him. He admired Anakin’s bravery…but he worried for the boy…worried for his own men and women, the clones who shared his ship with his Navy crew…
“…that being said, I like to think I care more about my crew than Anakin seems to some days. Youth versus experience…it’s a very old dynamic. You are nowhere near out of line, Captain…but until it is proven whether they are in trouble or not, you are on-duty, and I am not…and more sober than I am. A few shots won’t hamper my abilities too much, but for the sake of the rules and protocol, it’s probably best you check on our wayward Jedi.”
the Captain kept his helmet on the table, his hand still resting on it while he listened to the Admiral. He somehow regrets what he had just said to him - but he could not take the things he said back. “I know the outer rim, trust me - I do” he replied almost HARSHLY and he didn’t quite know why he suddenly was in such a mood. Was it because he was worried or because he as well thought that Skywalker was too RECKLESS yet again.
“General Skywalker cares a lot more about his troops than you might think. - you have not seen him down there when we LOSE a lot of good men to the enemy” Rex said, head shaking before he straightened his back at the words. “I am ALWAYS on duty - no matter what” the clone then added. “I never consider myself to be OFF duty, I am always ready to lend a hand for anything – and I do think that a few of those shots will blur your ability to think straight, ADMIRAL”
then he was silent for a while before he let out a sigh, head shaking again he lowered his gaze to look at the helmet on the table. “I am sorry, I really don’t know what I am thinking right now” he muttered and then took in a deep breath, attention wandering back to Yularen. “You are FREE to do what you want - just keep in mind that you probably should think about the things that could happen while you sit here and DRINK” Rex now took his helmet into his hands again and lifted it off the table. “I will go and see if I can contact the General -”
Yularen smiled just a little, and the expression was so wan he wondered if sorrow didn’t rest in his bones constantly...he wasn’t really that old, but...there was something about holding the rank of Admiral that made him tired...maybe it was the responsibility...
“...I don’t doubt Anakin cares. Just as I do not doubt you do. But I’ve had a lot of years in the Navy, Rex...thirty or more. Anakin simply...has the mindset of a Naval captain...maybe it’s because I’ve seen too much death...too much cruelty. There’s always another mission, after all...but I’ve written too many casualty reports...too many letters to inform families of the deaths of men and women under my care...”
His voice trailed, before he looked back up at the Captain properly, his expression lightening just a touch as he chuckled. It was still tired, but...it was amusement nevertheless. It felt better than, well...everything else, tonight...
“I always keep in mind the consequences of my actions, Rex. I just decided tonight I could indulge. But come, let’s see if Skywalker needs a Naval rescue or not...you comm him, I’ll get a shuttle prepping just in case. Might as well, it’s more interesting than oxygen reports at the moment.”
It sounded almost grudging...but he smiled, and there was a light amusement at himself. He worried over Anakin...some days he was sure the Jedi would turn his hair white even faster, and that was no small feat. Still...he cared too much to let his busywork stop him from helping find the boy and his padawan.
Wullf only just avoided groaning. Not because Rex was wrong…he’d been ignoring the same warning in his own head for an hour or two now. No…he simply didn’t want to go and rescue the young Jedi after that kind of blowout…Anakin was generally a good young man, and Yularen liked him, cared about him…but he knew just what levers to push to rile the usually calm admiral, and he wanted no part of it until he had properly licked his wounds and tended them.
“…yes, it probably is, Captain…but considering how much alcohol I’ve had this evening, it might be best if you authorize that…I’m technically off-duty, whatever my work seems to insist.”
He motioned tiredly at the datapads scattered around his seated form, before he poured another shot and let it sit there.
“…but it is probably best we check on them properly, yes…” he added, his hand rubbing at his eyes as he tried to remind himself to keep calm and not dread his Jedi getting back on board…he’d once rather upset Anakin after a nasty argument, and had needed to explain later his…less-than-sober state of mind. He didn’t want to repeat the conversation.
his gaze wandered to the GLASS before it wandered to the Admiral again. “Is everything alright?” he asked, almost carefully. He had worked alongside Yularen more than once now, he knew the Admiral but he had never seen him drink something like THAT. It probably was because of what has happened with Skywalker earlier – both of them got along well with each other but sometimes Rex was sure that the Jedi was too RECKLESS for the Admiral.
with a slight frown, Rex walked closer, the blue and white helmet raising to put it down on the table, hand remaining on top of it, though. Attention remaining on Yularen he then nodded to the glass. “You shouldn’t drink that much when the JEDI are down there. I know about the things that can happen between you and the General but — maybe they are in trouble, and you? You are drinking” Rex didn’t want to JUDGE. He wouldn’t want to be the one to do the job the Admiral was doing but still –
“I don’t want to sound as if I have no respect for you, I do have that - a great AMOUNT of that even but that behaviour - it’s RECKLESS and one you despise about Skywalker, am I right?”
The admiral sighed, rubbing his eyes and sipping at the shot as he tried to find words. Normally that wasn’t a problem, but...well, it was difficult to admit to Rex the things he knew the Captain would probably never see him doing...
“...it isn’t that I despise his recklessness...it’s that it echoes my own too closely. Oh, perhaps you would not believe that...but I am the youngest admiral in living memory, in over five centuries. I’ve held my rank for over a decade, Rex...and I got here, by serving with honors in the Outer Rim, where conventional tactics are...at best serviceable, at worst a suicide wish.”
He fell quiet, downing the rest of the shot and setting it down with exquisite care. His entire demeanor quiet and for a moment, far more subdued than was usual for him. He admired Anakin’s bravery...but he worried for the boy...worried for his own men and women, the clones who shared his ship with his Navy crew...
“...that being said, I like to think I care more about my crew than Anakin seems to some days. Youth versus experience...it’s a very old dynamic. You are nowhere near out of line, Captain...but until it is proven whether they are in trouble or not, you are on-duty, and I am not...and more sober than I am. A few shots won’t hamper my abilities too much, but for the sake of the rules and protocol, it’s probably best you check on our wayward Jedi.”
(He keeps it in a small drawer off to the side. Pretty sure either a clone or a Navy ensign refills the cream twice a day, and somebody always has a pot brewing before Yularen steps onto the bridge. I’ve had this hc for ages tbh, thank you for commenting on it.)
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There were generally two things Yularen kept on the bridge for his personal use, and only two things. The first was the one most often seen, a simple tea set which was almost always in use, and the Admiral could, sometimes even in the heat of battle, be seen with a teacup in hand and his blaster sitting on his hip. It was an image of calm he had refined over his time as a Captain in the Outer Rim, and as an Admiral, he had found it helped relax his bridge officers even more. The second, was a bottle of particularly expensive Corellian whiskey, which was far more rare, and usually was poured into his tea on bad nights.
Tonight, however, he had dug out a shot glass, and was nursing the third or fourth shot in the mess, one hand rubbing at his forehead and the other helping him skim the reports he was using as a shield against his Jedi’s latest maneuver…well, more their latest argument, if he was honest…
He sighed, and leaned back, downing the rest of the shot and setting the glass down before he rubbed at his temples.
“Captain, if you’ve something to say, best spit it out…it really can’t get much worse tonight…well, short of the Seppies deciding right now ifs a great time to attack us.”
he had been on this ship COUNTLESS times - had listened to arguments between the Jedi and the Admiral more than once. But it always seemed to end at least HALFWAY Acceptable for the republic - but Rex was sure that he really didn’t want to be the Admiral after a fight like that, he wouldn’t want to be the one to think about the MASSIVE damages on the Resolute in any way. But this time, the Jedi were on a mission alone and Rex and his boys were still on the ship, awaiting Orders from the General -
“You know, Admiral” the Captain began, helmet under his arm while he approached Yularen. “We haven't’ heard from General Skywalker and Commander Tano in a while, trust me - I know how they work but it has been much TOO long by now,” he said, had been pondering about saying these words for quite a while now. “Shouldn’t we send some troops down and CHECK upon them?” he asked, knowing quite well that maybe it wasn’t the best moment to ask, but he was WORRIED About the Jedi -
Wullf only just avoided groaning. Not because Rex was wrong...he’d been ignoring the same warning in his own head for an hour or two now. No...he simply didn’t want to go and rescue the young Jedi after that kind of blowout...Anakin was generally a good young man, and Yularen liked him, cared about him...but he knew just what levers to push to rile the usually calm admiral, and he wanted no part of it until he had properly licked his wounds and tended them.
“...yes, it probably is, Captain...but considering how much alcohol I’ve had this evening, it might be best if you authorize that...I’m technically off-duty, whatever my work seems to insist.”
He motioned tiredly at the datapads scattered around his seated form, before he poured another shot and let it sit there.
“...but it is probably best we check on them properly, yes...” he added, his hand rubbing at his eyes as he tried to remind himself to keep calm and not dread his Jedi getting back on board...he’d once rather upset Anakin after a nasty argument, and had needed to explain later his...less-than-sober state of mind. He didn’t want to repeat the conversation.
Fenn stood alone in the corridor, waiting for someone to show up. Looking around he thought back of the choices he made. He could have chosen to work with the Republic and not pick the path of a bounty hunter. But at that time, it seemed like the better choice. He didn’t regret it much though.
He turned when he heard footsteps, and soon his eyes fell upon an Officer. And admiral. Yularen, if he remembered correctly.
“Thank you for your hospitality.” He nodded his head.
Yularen did not like anyone but himself greeting guests...it was an idiosyncrasy he only allowed Skywalker to break, and Captain Rex on rare occasions. Today that particular pair had neither wanted to do so, nor had time, and so the Admiral had come down, already missing his hot tea.
“You are welcome. You have been treated well thus far, I hope?”
He certainly did hope; whatever his personal feelings on bounty hunters (and he had many), he knew many people did not like that...especially Navy people.
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There were generally two things Yularen kept on the bridge for his personal use, and only two things. The first was the one most often seen, a simple tea set which was almost always in use, and the Admiral could, sometimes even in the heat of battle, be seen with a teacup in hand and his blaster sitting on his hip. It was an image of calm he had refined over his time as a Captain in the Outer Rim, and as an Admiral, he had found it helped relax his bridge officers even more. The second, was a bottle of particularly expensive Corellian whiskey, which was far more rare, and usually was poured into his tea on bad nights.
Tonight, however, he had dug out a shot glass, and was nursing the third or fourth shot in the mess, one hand rubbing at his forehead and the other helping him skim the reports he was using as a shield against his Jedi’s latest maneuver...well, more their latest argument, if he was honest...
He sighed, and leaned back, downing the rest of the shot and setting the glass down before he rubbed at his temples.
“Captain, if you’ve something to say, best spit it out...it really can’t get much worse tonight...well, short of the Seppies deciding right now ifs a great time to attack us.”
It had been a very long day...and the Coruscanti was not enamored of the idea bounty hunters, even in a more genial mood. Bounty hunters stepped in where legal authorities had failed...and it was the implied failure he found so offensive. Bounty hunters lowered trust in the designated authorities...it was distasteful, and left a sour, bitter taste in the back of his throat.
Still, what the war demanded the war got...and the Mandalorian didn’t seem too bad, really. There were much worse options...
“Welcome aboard the Resolute.”
Alright people. Gonna bring back this snarky Republican/Imperial Admiral/ISB Agent and we’re gonna have fun with him. But in order to have fun, he needs threads!
So like/reblog/reply to this, or hmu in the IM, for a starter from Yularen written either tonight or tomorrow.
“Not particularly. Just thinking about some old friends…”
A heavy thundering silence fell as the Admiral’s words reached the approaching General. He gently placed a hand on the Coruscant’s shoulder, an offer some kind of support… As far as mourning could go. ❝There is no easy way to depart from such thoughts…❞
The company certainly wasn’t unwelcome...though he found himself sighing quietly anyway. “No...there isn’t. Especially knowing I’ll never see some of them again, alive or not. That’s the problem with surviving the Clone Wars...I knew a lot of clones. Some were better men than any I’ve met elsewhere.”
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