James Tiberius “sunk all his points into improvised weaponry and bluff” Kirk, space bard.
Commander “charisma is a dump stat” Spock, space wizard
Lieutenant “wait, can we use supplemental materials for this?” Sulu, space duelist
Lieutenant Nyota“lockpick and detect trap are literally always useful skills guys come on” Uhura, space theif
Lieutenant Commander Montgomery “definitely going to blow the party up with that flask of Greek fire” Scott, space alchemist.
Ensign Pavel “Does not know how to tank” Chekov, Barbarian
And finally, to round out the party, Leonard “I can’t believe not a single one of you motherfuckers took a single rank in healing, I should pick rogue just to spite you,” McCoy, space cleric.
Obi-Wan drinking that tea and aggressively minding his own business
I distinctly remember drawing this like 3-4 days after the Last Jedi premiere: everyone was ARGUING about TLJ and I was kinda tired of it, so I went and hid in the Clone Wars side of the fandom
I feel like a Force-sensitive McCoy would make a poor Jedi but an even worse Sith. He’s 100% run by his emotions, but all his emotions are based in compassion.
He’d surely give a Jedi Master an Anakin-sized headache, but a Sith Master he’d outright send into conniptions.
Sidious, on the look-out for aggressive Jedi to turn into Inquisitors before Order 66, considers this openly angry little man. After all, even just mentioning his name makes the entire Council cringe, a similar reaction to what they give whenever he gives young Skywalker preferential treatment.
So he invites this Jedi Knight McCoy to tea to chat, to get a bead on where his emotions lie, wondering what sort of offer he can make him, what seed he can plant to make McCoy one of his lackeys come Order 66.
When McCoy arrives, his face carries a scowl that would rival even Sidious’ first apprentice. A violent sort, clearly. He’s reminded of Pong Krell and knows exactly how to appeal to this brand of Jedi.
“General McCoy,” Chancellor Palpatine greets his guest with a smile and instantly realizes he’s miscalculated.
It’s like talking to an angrier version of Duchess Satine Kryze, a thing Sidious had not even considered possible until now.
“…and that’s not even getting into the treatment of the clone army we have purchased! Have you – the Chancellor of the Republic – simply forgotten the Republic’s anti-slavery laws? Or has that to been a ‘sacrifice for the security of our people’? Are the clones not our people? They’re certainly dying for us! This war is an abomination on…”
Sidious is seriously considering calling Maul in for pest control by the time McCoy caps it all off with: “I’m a Jedi, dammit, not a general.”
in writing fic about commander cody u should remember to write about how borderline frighteningly competent the man has to be in order to get as far as he does like he’s
one of the original commander-class/trained by a-17
received arc training
ends up having a rank exclusive to him
‘of the hundred commanders put through a-17′s exclusive training program a handful were picked by alpha-17 and assigned to squad seven, an elite group of cross-trained commandos made up of the grand army’s best snipers, demolition experts, and marines’. cody was given command of squad seven along with odd ball
considering how often obi-wan is off doing some sort of fuck shit with anakin/ahsoka, effectively led a third of the gar for a good portion of the war
one of the maybe three troopers who survived the citadel
the man fucking punched general grievous in the face what an absolute fucking icon
whatever the hell happened with creating the bad batch
customized his own armor – chose not to wear pauldrons/kama/etc, but added a fucking knife and a jetpack
good enough shot to literally shoot a gun out of someone else’s hand, good enough at hand-to-hand to kick his way through the front lines
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