Not. A. Chance.

[Hello Tumblr! I am not dead!

It has been nearly a year since I last posted, sorry about that. In that time, I finished mandatory education, started my undergrad, lost family members and family pets, developed a physical disability, had issues with mental health and cognitive disabilities, and am still going!

I really want to try picking this account and the character I crafted for it back up again. I am now in a dramatically better place than I was a year ago and am steadily trying to come back to the things I had to leave behind.

Bite is a character that I love dearly, and even after I stopped posting, he never left my mind. (I have been spinning them on a rotisserie spike and seasoning him with character traits and trauma.)

I have no clue whether I am actually going to be able to go back to posting like I used to but I want to try. Thought it was worth making a post before I start posting out of the blue and completely reworking Bite's whole personality and lore.

If you are still following me for some reason and have just gotten this notification, nice to see you again. If you have just randomly seen this? Hi, this is definitely an introduction XD.

Thank you,

The Person Behind The Blog <3]

"I hope I have not inconvenienced you ma'am, although I can reasure you I am perfectly capable of completing any assignment you give me."

Bites tense, he'd obviously spotted the screaming discomfort coming of his vod and hadn't really planned what he'd do next. He'd done enough missions on the fly he knew he'd think of something, but now he was in unknown territory with none of his old squad watching his back.

"CT-3996, you have been requested in the kennels immediately. Please report to the on duty trooper for your assignment."

As split second plans go, sending the vod not nessasarily a fan of masstifs to the kennels probably wasn't his best but as long as he could get Tumbler out of the senate, it was better than nothing. Bite shot a quick ping to the ARF trooper down there to put in the request for real, just in case the senator tried to check later.

"Shame, I guess you shall have to do CT-..."

"8024, ma'am."

"Yes, well, you'll do."

[DECEIVE] The sender tells a lie in order to protect the receiver || Bite was hoping for a quiet shift, though a shift as the on call medic for the senate is never quiet. As soon as Bite saw a senator getting a bit too close to his vod, he sped up to intervene. "Sir, I see that you seem to be asking this trooper for some assistance. I regret to inform you that it is unable to complete any alternative taskings at this time. I can assist you with anything you need to the best of my ability."

"Oooh? CT-3996, why didn't you tell me you were occupied? Were you hoping someone would tattle on lil ol' me?"

Tumbler would appear unaffected at first glance, settled in perfect parade rest but Bite would see how Tumbler is digging his fingers hard into his forearms, hidden behind and out of sight of the Senator, hiding his building fear and discomfort as the Senator trails her hand under where his chin would be, safe beneath his bucket.

"I was unaware, Senator Vyrim. Forgive this Trooper, it's holocomm may be inoperable and missed a situation that requires their attention."

He hopes, prays even, to whatever damned deity or greater being or even the sith-damned Force that the Senator drops the matter. Senator Vyrim was too alike Sly Moore for Tumbler to truly dismiss and disassociate from, the Rattataki Senator sharing the same pale tone and eye colour, with her tattoos and bejeweled skin the only difference from the Umbaran female.

(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.

Oh, by the kara!

Because you watch in your vents and kark, I don't know?! I am still on shift right now. This just counts as part of my duties, technically speaking. You are going to sleep after this even if I have to get someone to keep an eye on you! I am a medic vod, I know how to calculate the nessasary nutrition the little Fett needs, and rations aren't great but they are enough for now.

There is always a spare bunk vod, even if it may mean sometimes someone doubles up, although from what I've seen, some of you are touchstarved enough that would be a bonus. He won't get hurt, not by us, and even if he is, it is literally my job to deal with it. It's going to be ok, Tumbler. we will make a plan and let Commander Fox decide if we go through with it.

@corrie-bite @corrie-guard-tumbler @cc1010fox

My apologies for interrupting, sirs, but it would appear that a feral Boba Fett (@youngfett) has stumbled across the barracks, and he's wounded. I understand that I need to learn to take initiative, but I figured that it's different for Boba, you know? I mean... He's Prime's kid. After the fiasco with Aurra Sing, I want to make sure that he's got people in his corner, and who better for that than the vod'e?

"Vod, maybe wait until you won't fall over until you get into another fight?"

Bite slowly removed the shard of visor from Tumblers head and pasted an appropriately sized bacta patch on top.

"Right, let me wrap that arm properly, and then we will get you back to the barracks. You can sleep and then go back to whatever you were doing."

As he slowly winds the wrap around the broken arm, he thinks about how this all started.

"So... all battalions are proud of their commanders, but I don't think I've even seen one as protective as the corries. What's up with that, then?"

:Incoming Transmission from: Coruscant Guard Holding ward:

We need any available medic to head down to the Holding Wards and tend to our local vent cryptid. Di'kut got into a brawl with someone from Bacara's lot and our on-hand medics are tending to the the Marines who jumped in.

- @corrie-guard-tumbler

"Medic Bite, on route, Over"

Bite stands quickly from where he'd been sat talking with one of the other medics in the mess.

"I've got this one. Flag it to the medbay in case things got extra rough, and I'll comm you when I have the facts."

Bite turns on his heel and starts running full pelt towards the holding wards. He'd only met Tumbler once, but after memorising his file, he was already trying to sort out a plan in his head.

As Bite skid around the final corner, he was greeted with the sight of injured brothers and very tired medics trying to stop someone from continuing the fight.

Turning to the trooper on duty at the entrance, he asked where to find Tumbler and was pointed to a dazed and injured looking vod in the back corner of the room.

Weaving around the clones still scattered around the space, Bite finally reached the corner Tumbler was pressed into.

"Hey vod, it's Bite. What happened? What do you need?"

"You've been here too long! Do you understand how it sounds to everyone else when you declare a brother a lost cause?! You are so used to all this pain and death that you have just given up! You call me frontie like my service record is something to be ashamed of, but just maybe if you put aside your raging bias for 10 minutes you'd realise the fact I'm not originally Coruscant Guard is exactly why I know this time will be different!"

Bite could feel the solid durasteel table, unrelenting under the tough material of his barely broken in gloves, the thick fibres the only thing insulating his adrenaline flushed skin from the icy metal under his palms. He took a deep, shaking breath before continuing.

"I have real blood on my hands from missions you don't have the clearance to even think about, I have faced droids, natborns, and everything in between. I swore to my squad I would try my best to fit in with the Guard but if being a Guard means accepting the death of your vod'e because you are too wounded by this planet to even try save them anymore, you can take back your welcome and send me to be decommissioned. Kamino can have me if this is my future, and if I'm going to die anyway then why shouldn't I try to save Tumbler, a vod who has welcomed me and stood by me and wanted to protect me since I arrived before I go."

Bite's voice grew colder the longer spoke, the need to lash out at the man telling him to just give up who stood before him, a man who has been so utterly destroyed by the planet he was made to protect. Later, Bite might try to explain to Nickel what he was thinking during this fight, but now, the only thing he wanted was to tear this mans comforting, stagnant hell to shreds, and make him see what he is doing by giving in to the weight of his nightmares.

*BZZZZZZT*

If anyone is getting this, I need back-up! This is CT-3996, I am on level 105, I am being chased by unknow-KARK!

*There's a thud and grunt, then a quick scramble of action. As if the speaker had fallen and quickly gotten back up and ran afterwards. There's some voices in the background, muffled and inaudible*

I don't know who the suspects are or if they are gang affiliated, they are wearing concealing face-wear and no verbal confirmation of Separatist allegiance!

*There's a brief lapse of silence as Tumbler seems to be ducking around obstacles, huffing as runs from the assailants. They are getting closer and a blaster sounds off, earning a panicked curse from the Guard*

OSIK! VODE, THEY'RE AN INSIDE JOB! THEY ARE DIRECTING ME AWAY FROM MY KNOWN ESCAPE ROUTES, THEY ISOLATED ME FROM OTHER PATROLS! THEY-

*A another round of blasters before Tumbler is seemingly hit, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. His bucket records his unsteady breathing until footsteps are heard approaching*

Time to come home to our Lady, pet.

*The last recording before Tumbler's signal vanishes ends*

i dont hate you guys i swear i just have really shitty memory

( So I'm getting some increasingly passive-aggressive anon asks about when Wayward Guard is gonna continue and normally, I delete those kind of things because frankly, you should let people post at their own pace but I feel I need to blankly state this because the asks are now 5 in total in my box, which is kinda silly?

SO! To whoever is sending those asks, I would like to inform you that people have lives to focus on. I, Squad, Crane and Bite have other priorities, some of us are ill and some of us have jobs/education to focus on and we have different time zones to work around.

So please have some patience and stop getting angry that we're not posting quick enough for your liking. Even unfollow me if this response upsets you because I'm a lil upset at the audacity to being told that me and the others need to keep a pace.

....anyway, vent and psa over. )

I- yes? Did you ever ask a brother that and get told no? If so, name and designation, please Fett'ika. Can't speak for the other battalions, but here in the guard, you will never be told no when asking a medic for help, ok? That is what we are here for. You don't even have to go into the medbay unless it's an emergency. We can talk in the bunk room or the mess if you'd rather that.

@corrie-bite @corrie-guard-tumbler @cc1010fox

My apologies for interrupting, sirs, but it would appear that a feral Boba Fett (@youngfett) has stumbled across the barracks, and he's wounded. I understand that I need to learn to take initiative, but I figured that it's different for Boba, you know? I mean... He's Prime's kid. After the fiasco with Aurra Sing, I want to make sure that he's got people in his corner, and who better for that than the vod'e?

“BITE!!!!”

Crane’s running down the hallway, almost crashing into a wall in his rush. He nearly ran completely past Bite, until he tripped and fell face first on the floor.

Crane pants and huffs on the floor until,

“I- *huff* heard you were looking *pant* for Tumbler!”

Crane tries to get to his feet but ends up sitting on the floor.

“Weird message *pant* Me and Forge! *huff* the Rattataki!! *pant* NOISE COMPLAINTS!!!!”

(Idk if @squad380 would be with bite at this point in time but hope the @‘s ok)

( @guard-crane )

"Crane, vod, breathe!"

Bite considered helping the trooper off the floor before deciding it would be much easier to drop to his good knee.

"Slow down and tell me what you know."