212th Manifesto

Official Counter-Statement from Commander Bly
(327th Star Corps, Gold Markings, Professional Sigh Included)

To the esteemed, orange-striped authors of the so-called 212th Manifesto,

I have read your document.
I have reread it.

Allow me to respond—politely, professionally, and with the bare minimum of restraint.

Article I: On the Matter of “Bluey”

Yes. General Secura is blue.

This is not a tactical revelation.
This is not new intelligence.
This is not something that required a manifesto.

If pigmentation alone were grounds for concern, half the galaxy would be under investigation—including your paint jobs, which I remind you are aggressively orange.

Article II: Regarding Calm Under Fire

You describe smiling in firefights as “suspicious.”

I describe it as confidence, a trait the 212th occasionally mistakes for witchcraft.

As for “trust the Force”—you follow General Kenobi.
You literally charge into artillery because he gestures vaguely forward.

Choose your complaints carefully.

Article III: The Acrobatics Complaint

Yes, she flips.

Yes, she does this while you are encumbered by armor, ammo, and your own bad attitude.

This is not rudeness.
This is a reminder that the Jedi Order has a different job description than “walk briskly and shout.”

Article IV: The Reluctant Respect Clause

This section is the only part of your manifesto that matters.

You admit she:

• Saves clones

• Leads effectively

• Knows exactly what she’s doing

Congratulations. You have accidentally described a competent commanding officer.

Your insistence on complaining anyway is noted, expected, and frankly reassuring.

Final Response from the 327th

Let it be known in return:

The 327th acknowledges the 212th’s right to grumble.
We recognize complaining as a sacred clone tradition.
We also recognize that, should things go sideways, you will follow “Bluey” without hesitation—because you always do.

And when the dust settles, you will complain again.

As it should be.

Signed,
Commander Bly (Commander Wolffe in Disguise)
327th Star Corps
Gold markings, clear orders,
and absolutely no manifesto required

Completely Unapologetic Rebuttal from the 212th

(Orange Markings, Zero Patience Remaining)

Commander Bly,

We received your “counter-statement.”
We noticed the tone.
We noticed the smugness.
We noticed the unnecessary italics in spirit.

Let’s address this mess.

First: Don’t Pretend This Was “Polite”

You did not respond “with restraint.”
You responded like someone who has never had to fight a campaign without a golden Jedi babysitter and a matching color scheme.

Gold armor.
Gold standards.
Gold-tier ego.

On the Color Comparison

Yes, our armor is aggressively orange.

That is called unit cohesion.
It is not biology.

General Secura did not choose to be blue, but you absolutely chose to build your entire personality around defending it.

Which is interesting.

On Confidence vs. Reality

You say smiling under fire is “confidence.”

We say it’s easy to be confident when:

• You can deflect blaster bolts

• You can jump three stories vertically

• And you can sense danger before it happens

Forgive us for preferring commanders who acknowledge that clones are the ones who actually get hit.

The Kenobi Comparison Was a Mistake

Do not invoke General Kenobi like that.

Yes, he gestures vaguely.
Yes, we follow anyway.

The difference is:

• Kenobi explains after

• Secura explains never

• And you explain everything like we’re supposed to clap

The Acrobatics “Reminder”

You claim her flipping is a reminder of “different job descriptions.”

Correct.

Her job description includes:

• Style

• Grace

• Force-assisted superiority

Ours includes:

• Carrying her extraction point

• Covering her landing zone

• And dragging troopers back when the Force decides to take a coffee break

We are not impressed by gymnastics performed above our heads.

Your Favorite Part (Because It Makes You Feel Superior)

Yes.
We admitted she’s competent.

That was not a concession.
That was clone professionalism, something the 327th seems to confuse with hero worship.

We complain because we survive.
We survive because we complain.

You should try it sometime—it builds character.

Final Clarification for the Gold-Plated Audience

Let it be known:

We don’t hate Aayla Secura because she’s ineffective.
We hate that she’s effective and makes it look easy.

We don’t hate the 327th.
We pity your unwavering seriousness.
We suspect it’s compensating for something orange you don’t have.

And if things go sideways?
Yes—we’ll follow “Bluey.”

But we’ll complain louder, longer, and with significantly better timing than your manifesto-free, self-satisfied corps.

Signed,
The 212th Attack Battalion
Orange-marked, battle-tested,
and still not impressed by gold paint or blue skin

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Commander Bly’s Reply

(327th Star Corps – Gold Markings, Gloves Off)

212th,

Good.
There it is.

I was starting to worry you’d lost your edge.

Let’s Drop the Pretenses

You didn’t want “polite.”
You wanted a fight.

Congratulations—you finally asked clearly.

And for the record:
If this is what you call zero patience, I’d hate to see you with actual problems.

On “Golden Jedi Babysitters”

You keep calling it babysitting.

That’s adorable.

The 327th doesn’t need a Jedi to keep us in line—we need one to aim us.
Big difference.

You fight like a demolition charge: loud, effective, and liable to scorch anything nearby.
We fight like a blade: controlled, deliberate, and usually already where the enemy didn’t want us.

Both work.
One just leaves fewer messes to explain afterward.

On Who Actually Gets Hit

You’re right—clones take the hits.

But don’t pretend the 212th has a monopoly on bleeding.

The difference is this:
You wear it like a badge of honor.
We treat it like a failure state.

Pain is not a personality trait.
Survival is not improved by announcing how hard you had it.

The Jedi Comparison (Yes, We’re Doing This Again)

You say it’s easy to be confident when you can jump, deflect, and sense danger.

Correct.

That’s why you put Jedi in front, not behind.

You don’t want them relatable.
You want them unfair.

If a commander fights exactly like a clone, then all you’ve gained is another body—not an advantage.

On Acrobatics and “Real Work”

You listed your duties like a grievance report.

Covering fire.
Extraction.
Dragging troopers back.

Congratulations.
You described soldiering.

If you need a Jedi to apologize for not carrying a stretcher, you’re already losing focus.

The Accusation of Hero Worship

Let’s be clear.

The 327th doesn’t worship heroes.
We use assets correctly.

You complain about effectiveness because it makes you uncomfortable when someone makes survival look routine.

That’s not superiority.
That’s insecurity wearing orange paint.

Final Clarification (Since You Like Them)

You don’t hate Aayla Secura.
You resent that she makes chaos elegant.

You don’t pity the 327th.
You envy that we don’t need to shout to be heard.

And when things go sideways—as they always do—

You’ll advance loudly.
We’ll advance cleanly.
And history will write us both down as successful while ignoring the noise.

Which, judging by this exchange, will bother you immensely.

Signed,
Commander Bly
327th Star Corps
Gold-marked, battle-proven,
and fully confident that orange is still louder than it is right

Final Rebuttal from the 212th

(Orange Markings, Volume Intentionally Unadjusted)

Commander Bly,

Ah.
There it is.
The speech you rehearse in your head while polishing gold plating and pretending restraint is a personality.

Let’s proceed.

“You Wanted a Fight”

No, Bly.
We wanted honesty.

You wanted to win an argument.

Those are not the same thing—and the difference explains this entire exchange.

On “Blades” and “Demolition Charges”

You call yourselves a blade.

Careful with that metaphor.

Blades are precise, yes—but they rely on someone else to swing them.

We’re the charge you drop when planning is over and pretending things are under control stops working.

You move cleanly because we already turned the battlefield into something that could be moved through.

You’re welcome.

Pain, Personality, and That Lecture

You say pain isn’t a personality trait.

Correct.

But neither is pretending you’re above it.

We don’t “announce” how hard we had it.
We document it—because pretending casualties are a moral failing instead of reality is how units get wiped.

You treat blood like a clerical error.
We treat it like a cost.

One of those approaches survives prolonged wars.

“You Want Jedi Unfair”

No argument there.

But don’t confuse unfair with unquestionable.

We don’t resent Jedi advantages.
We resent being told that asking for clarity is insecurity.

If elegance matters more than coordination, you’re leading a performance—not a battle.

The Acrobatics Again (Because You Keep Missing the Point)

No one asked her to carry a stretcher.

We asked for:

• Timings

• Signals

• A heads-up before the laws of physics get violated overhead

If that sounds like “grievance,” it’s because you’ve never had to shoot around it.

The Insecurity Accusation

This is your favorite word, isn’t it?

Insecurity.

You use it the way philosophers use “inevitable”—to end conversations instead of understanding them.

We’re not insecure.
We’re loud because silence gets troopers killed.

You’re quiet because someone else already cleared the way.

History, Noise, and What Actually Gets Remembered

You say history will ignore the noise.

That’s adorable.

History doesn’t remember formations.
It remembers outcomes—and the mess that made them necessary.

When plans fail, when elegance breaks, when “clean advances” hit resistance they didn’t anticipate—

Guess who gets called.

Not the blade.
The charge.

Final Word, Since You Love Those

We don’t hate Aayla Secura.
We don’t envy the 327th.

We just don’t confuse polish with superiority—or volume with ignorance.

You fight beautifully.
We fight brutally.
Both matter.

But only one of us is honest about the cost.

Signed,
The 212th Attack Battalion
Orange-marked, unapologetic,
and still loud enough to be right

Commander Bly — Final Statement

(327th Star Corps, Gold Markings, No More Sparring)

212th,

You’re right about one thing you didn’t realize you were arguing for.

Cost.

Not as rhetoric.
Not as identity.
As responsibility.

I don’t talk about it because commanders who speak too often about cost start to justify it.
And once you justify loss, you plan for it.

I don’t.

You think I don’t see the names because I don’t say them.

I do.

I just don’t say them out loud—because the moment a commander uses casualties as proof of honesty, he has already accepted the next ones.

You absorb chaos.
You survive it.
You endure it.

My job is to make sure you don’t have to do that as often.

You call yourselves the charge.

That’s accurate.

But understand this:
Charges aren’t dropped because they’re preferred.
They’re dropped because there’s no other way left.

Every plan I refine, every movement I keep clean, every advance I slow down instead of rush—

That’s me trying to make sure you’re not needed.

Not because you aren’t capable.

Because you’re too valuable to spend casually.

You’re honest about the cost.

Good.

I’m accountable for reducing it.

That’s the difference between a unit that survives wars
and a command that ends them.

You don’t fight for polish.
You fight for each other.

So do I.

I just do it earlier—before the shouting starts, before the charge is armed, before the cost becomes unavoidable.

That’s not superiority.

That’s obligation.

Signed,
Commander Bly
327th Star Corps
Gold-marked, measured,
and fully aware that every charge I prevent
is one less name you have to remember

K

-Signed,
The 212th Attack Battalion