Captian Rex, commander of the 501st, feels something is right. After the death of his fellow soldier, and friend, Fives, he decided to look into Five's death. He discovers the microchips implanted in their brains. After deciding they aren't for good he has his removed. Months later it comes back to bite him... This short fanfic is based solely off what we know in the Clone Wars and my own theories. Enjoy :)

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It's a misty day on a plaint far in deep space in abandoned human colony where a xenomorphic hive lurks

{ Currently being rewritten } #8 in #xenomorph (8/1/17) "He may have killed her, but he's still my father." It's been 11 years since the accident. Bliss isn't five years old anymore and Singh is gone but still alive somewhere. But her mother is still dead. But, when Bliss finds her father in a abandoned part of the forest, she doesn't know what awaits her. She decides to stay with her father even after what he did, but is it the right choice? Is Singh back to himself, or will he forever be the monster he turned out to be? Especially when Bliss soon starts to have feelings for Singh's mortal enemy. Find out in the last book and journey of Singh and Bliss. Sequel to A Xenomorph's Child and trilogy of A Xenomorph's Mate. Please read A Xenomorph's Mate first to understand it then read A Xenomorph's Child.

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'Echo was on a plane on his way to the tropical islands of Hawai'i for a relaxing vacation in the sun and the sand.' Starring Echo, Fives and Rex. Humor fic- Real life AU

the title says it all

Its a story of an average boy who never knew his parents or most of his past, he mostly lived normally for 7 whole years with his Aunt. But most of his years were occurring some weird stuff and changes, but until one night everything changed, including his life.

They call us the Pyros. We are just like Them-in size, in manner, in form. We speak the same language. We walk by the same synchrony of nerve and flesh and bone, and more importantly-intention. One leg out in front of the other. Switching legs, and repeating. We breathe the same way as Them - the involuntary movement of muscle, the rising of our chests, the filling of our lungs. We may require more oxygen than Them, but in the end, oxygen is a luxury indispensable to both kinds. We share the same senses, for the most part. The sense of taste, of smell, of sight. The sense of hearing-listening to the melodious sounds of nature, music, and laughter intertwined with the cacophony of the city during the day, and the wolves that howl at night. We share the sense of touch-of intimacy, of sensation, of emotion. And the sense of betrayal, and the agony that accompanies it. My mother used to say that the Humans had accidentally destroyed their past home, and had nowhere to go. They needed a place to stay, and We had our home to offer. We welcomed them to Ignis, with open arms, and all-too-trusting smiles. I don't believe in accidents. And subsequently, betrayal became the only sense We knew. -- It was only a matter of time before Humans completely destroyed the Earth. With the weapons they amassed, and the pollution that wreaked havoc on the environment- it was in inevitable their home would become uninhabitable. That was the genesis of the Great Migration. Hundreds of millions of Humans were relocated to the distant planet of Ignis, pre-inhabited by the native Ignites, a superhuman species. At first, there was unity. Ignites and Humans lived peacefully among each other, without problems. Then, there was discrimination. And then, there was genocide.