Scenes from a Galaxy Far Away
Characters: Kon-el, Kal-el/Clark Kent, Tim Drake, Impulse, Inertia, Stephanie Brown
Tags/Warnings:
Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Clones, All your favs are clones, That's Not How The Force Works, GFY, AgriCorps (Star Wars), what is a supply chain anyway, Tim Drake is Bad at Self-Care, Accidental Use of the Force, Kon-El | Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Kon is so done, Mash-up, Alternate Universe - Star Wars Fusion, Bart Allen is Impulse, superhero names are clone names because, Clone Troopers (Star Wars) Need Hugs, Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), philosophical differences in the Jedi Order are Real and Alive, The Author Regrets Nothing, Clark Kent just wants grow plants, no betas we die like men
Please note that in order to help them better fit the setting, adjustments were made to the DC characters. These adjustments are consistent with the internal universe established in my other fic, Rise (And Try Not to Fall) and Aay'han.
1: The Sun
Clone Trooper Kon is lucky.
He's heard all kinds of stories from his brothers about the horrors from the front lines, about the endless waves of Clankers and Seppie cruelties. He's heard all about the Jedi and knows there are good ones, like the Kenobi and Skywalker team and Plo Koon, who show them care and compassion. He knows that most are indifferent to his brothers and their suffering and that a few care very little for them at all. Those ones are the worst, as they believe he and his brothers are not real living beings, but things that are easily cast aside when they've served their purpose.
For a long time, he'd feared that's where he'd end up, but Kon got lucky: he'd been assigned to the 222nd Supply Corps, under the command of General Kal-El.
The Objector.
It's said that the General hadn't wanted anything to do with the war, that he'd refused to take a command, and had to be forced into it. It's said that the only reason he'd agreed to serve was if it wasn't a frontline position. There were even rumors that he wasn't even really a Jedi at all.
Much more secretly, it's whispered he'd refused because he saw them as people.
Kon doesn't know if any of it's true (and he, like all his brothers, dares not hope for impossible things), but the 222nd keeps him busy and as far away from the front as he can possibly get while still breathing. As far as he's concerned, that's truly lucky.
And it's not like it's a bad posting either: they're responsible for keeping the Sector Army supplied with everything but fresh Shinies. It's hard work and never seems to end, but it doesn't feel like he's betraying anyone by being here and not on the front lines fighting – the brothers out there need the supplies he and the 222nd bring. Without them, more brothers would die needlessly.
The General agrees.
"There are many ways to serve the Republic," he tells him, smiling.
He's big, with broad shoulders and a heavy, muscular build, and this monstrously huge presence that seems to just take up all the space around him. Honestly, he looks like he could easily crush any one of them with one hand and wouldn't even need to use the Force to do it. But anyone who's been around him for more than a moment knows that the General hasn't got the inclination to do violence to anyone – no, he'd much rather be down in the hydroponics fields, getting his hands in the dirt and mud all over his robes.
No one's even sure he has a lightsaber.
"You don't have to fight," the General adds and kneels down to examine one of the plants that looks a bit rough around the edges. "Me, I'm a farmer, at heart. This is where I belong, not out on some battlefield."
Getting the soil chemistry right on rocks like this has always been more luck than science, but getting things to grow is the General's specialty it seems, and the scruffy plant almost immediately perks up when he touches one of its leaves.
It's a wondrous thing every time Kon sees it.
The General stands and his smile is bright as a sun.
It almost hurts to look at him.