"I Hope I Have Not Inconvenienced You Ma'am, Although I Can Reasure You I Am Perfectly Capable Of Completing

I got punched for calling a clone Soft. Why yall hate that word ?

Tell me this, would you call a natborn solider soft? Would you call a natborn veteran who has seen years of war, who has watched people give their lives to save yours with no thanks, soft? Most clones have, on average, 10 years of combat training and have seen active combat. We can't be soft, or we would be dead.

'Yes. Medic follow. Remember, no contact."

Bite's vision goes red as he stares at the blood staind floors for a few seconds before redirecting that anger at the door guards. The slim, wicked sharp blade he managed to keep a hold of over time slices through air and skin as if they were the same. The guard outside was just hired help. These guys were Rattataki, they new exactly what was happening, and they found glee in it. For that, even the medic will show no mercy.

Admick has a feeling today is going to be a bad one.

Easy gig, Birean said. Just guard the complex and don't let anyone out, they said. Well, nowhere did that moron mention they were keeping a semi-feral clone contained where it didn't want to be!

Admick only saw it once and he promptly wished he never did in the first place. It was a shift change, them switching out with the Rattataki guards the Senator had overseeing the complex and he lingered around just to see what the screw ups got as punishment for failing to keep the entire area hush hush.

He assumes the room is meant to look like a barracks but all he saw was a slaughter room. Blood stained the floors, the unused bed was beyond any cleaning beside a furnace and the clone?

There was no hint of life or person in those eyes, when met them by mistake. He felt assessed and cornered until the doors shut and the sounds of muffled screaming began. And the worst part? The Rattataki found it hilarious.

'Must be feeling energetic today!' What the actual kriff?

At least the damn thing is leaving tomorrow, Admick thinks to himself as he remains unaware of the approaching group of disguised Clones.

"Kark!"

This was not what Bite had been expecting to occur when we came back from his long shift with a burning need to wash the grime of the lower levels off his skin. The punch came too fast for previously unguarded medic, and the only real indicator of what had just happened was the tense brother in front of him and the throbbing pain from the steadily growing bruise on his cheek.

"07? What the hell was that for?!"

1607 despises people seeing his scars. They're a thing of shame, after all-- not battle scars, just evidence of what's been done to him. The elaborate patterns trail down from his shoulders to his wrists, and all along his ribs. He despises them. So, when he steps out of the shower and is face-to-face with another trooper, he acts on instinct-- he punches them.

We will keep them for observation a little longer and move up the next checks to make sure there are no side effects. Thanks for the intel vod'ika, we've got them from here.

@corrie-bite Sir, I'm getting an incoming transmission from the current patrol. It seems that they came across a riot in the making and put a stop to it, but they got a bit banged up doing it. We've got 7 incoming troopers who need medical attention.

"Alright vod'ika, one step at a time. First, I need you to tell me whether you have any injuries other than those scratches that I need to worry about. Third, I need you to let me know whether you want me to deal with your scratches here or back at base."

Bite is now close enough to see the haphazard way Mouse's armour has been strapped on and the look in his eye that screams hurt.

"May I sit with you vod'ika?"

Mouse is lounging on a plush couch in a senator's private chambers, trying to ignore what happened before the senator in question left him alone. Her name and face are a blur, same as the touches she left on his skin. There is a platter on the table that he is looking for food to fill with. It's almost as an afterthought that he pings the Guard comm channel. "Hey, can someone come....come be with me? I don't wanna be alone. Sending location and vitals now."

"I agree that this isn't going to be as simple as a sedative, with the adrenaline in his system as well as any other kark they gave him, Tumbler probably won't react well to sedation."

Bite would rather not stun him, unsure of how it may effect his condition, but if there is no other option then it will just have to be his job to make sure any effect it has doesn't kill thier vod.

"If we are using blasters, I'd rather not send Mouse into our line of fire. One thing we don't need is him getting hit, too. "

Bite turns to look over at Mouse.

"You saw him before the camera cut. You think you can get through to him because there is no point sending you in when he might not even recognise you unless you are certain?"

[Let hope this works @squad380 @corrie-guard-tumbler ]

With the help of Bite and the element of surprise, with Crane jumping down from the rafters, Their able to get the jump on the guards quickly and quietly.

Crane gestures to Bite to retreat to where the rest of the squad was. Crane was going to cause a distraction, and needed no other vode to get involved.

“Trust me.” Is all Crane signalled, ‘force I should have thought of something better,’ before opening the door. 

“Hey! Sorry I was looking for the fresher, could you point me in it’s detection?”

Cranes then books it down the opposite side of the hallway, being chased by 3 of the Rattataki that were in the room, hopefully leaving Tumbler unguarded or at least less guarded.

Force if this doesn’t kill him, Forge sure as hells will.

(go get him!! @corrie-bite @squad380 also @corrie-guard-tumbler 👀)

May the fourth be with you! XD

"Bite, CT-8024 of Stealth Squad 07."

Bite knew there was something not quite right with that sentence, but right now, he didn’t want to think what it was.

"Why is it dark? Why is it so cold? I got out, I know I got out, my squad came for me, so why is it still cold?"

Bite was spiralling further and further with every word, fear blocking out his rational thought. He was supposed to be safe now, Commander Blackout promised. He could just feel the slightest warmth before him, but his panicked brain locked on before the rest of him could catch up. Bite grasped the vod's forearms, thankfully bare of the usual vembrances, and used all of the energy he had left to not let go.

(from: @squad380) for Spotify wrapped starters/asks: 27

[Nice, song 27: Panic Room by Au/Ra]

Bite wakes with a jolt and a loud swear, tumbling from his top bunk and groaning as he lands on the previously distant floor.

"Kriff, one night of uninterrupted sleep in all I ask for." Bite mumbles in staggered, sharp breaths, aware of the vode sleeping around him. He pushes himself up on shaking limps as the adrenaline from his nightmare continues to rage through him.

In the darkness of the barracks, Bite could have sworn he was somewhere else, the cold floor only serving to help his mind send him places he never wants to think of again. Only the steady breathing of sleeping clones, intrupted by the sounds of rustling sheets and creeking frames, grounds him in the room.

Even now, Bite can feel the panic in his throat, and the images of past horrors flash across his vision. The shaking has spread throughout his entire body, and his breathing is still uneven. With each thunderous beat of his heart, Bite moved further into the shadows of his mind.

:Incoming Message from: CT-3996, Guard Trooper Tumbler:

Gotta ask, did they send you to us because we have the "cushy" job?

- @corrie-guard-tumbler

To be honest, I don't know. I was drugged out of my head for most of the decision-making process. Although I do know that if nothing else is true, the fact that Coruscant is a static base and that I was less likely to have to carry a trooper like a rag doll for 50+ klicks to an extraction point were definitely important factors.

That and well, I think Commander Blackout felt better sending me to a post he could visit.

There are a lot of troopers in the guard with training the guard aren't supposed to have, ARCs for sure, but I don't know of any other stealth troopers in the guard either, so... let's just not tell the brass, yeah?

[Let me know if you want me to delete this :)]

Wait...we have arc troopers in the Guard?

They ALLOWED THAT?

- @corrie-guard-tumbler

There are no ARC troopers in the guard, they leave them for legions/battalions on the battle field. but there are a few of us with ARC training, such as Fox, Thire and myself.

This technically extends to other factions. Captain Rex also had ARC training without changing from Clone Trooper status to ARC status.