"I'll Make You A List."

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?

[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]

Oh by the kara!

Send me your location and I'll come get you vod'ika, but you owe me a clip of the holocam footage I know you have of Amidala and Skywalker because my other vod'ika doesn't belive me when I say they are still seeking around the senate as if they can hide.

Update:

I am pinned under a utility droid and NOW FIVE MOUSE DROIDS.

Acid, Ticktack, B-307, Squeak and Pam came across us and Ringerbeep must've said SOMETHING because they all took kriffing turns zapping each other and now they're cuddling Ringerbeep who THEY RE-ZAPPED.

...

I really need to use the washroom.

"Ok, no, stopping you right there! You are not disgusting because someone hurt you, vod. I understand hating the fact that another person has changed your body, left behind scars you can't get rid of, but that does not mean you are in any way lesser."

So maybe Bite is parroting back words he remembers his squad and other medics saying to him, but if they can help '07, then all those lectures will have been worth it.

"And I'm not staring, I promise, I know how awful that feels, managed to get into a whole fight with Tumbler about it the other day. I hate to ask, vod, but is your primary medic aware of your 'stash'? Because that is one of the few rules the medics have to enforce. If we don't know about it, we could cause you serious harm by accident."

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.

: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?"

Manda give me strength.

Bite has treated POWs in the field before. Brothers caught by separatists that were deemed worth retrieving and even Jedi who were being torn apart for their information. This was different. What those prisoners went through, the pain they faced, was just a tool to get what they wanted in the eyes of the CIS. This was pure sadism.

The first thing Bite saw was the blood. The varied reds and browns reached every corner of the room, the brightest hues drawing his gaze to the centre. And there stood Tumbler, restrained and wounded, surrounded by gore. The clone had obviously been fighting, defensive wounds covering his body bearly discernable from the ones inflicted with much more intent.

It was the eyes that left Bite so unbalanced, all higher level thought seemingly locked away deep within, leaving only base instinct and unadulterated fear. If they wanted to get Tumbler out of here quick, then Bite had a difficult time ahead.

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 👀)

(from: Mouse, @squad380)

Hey, so-- okaylistenIknockedaguyout-- okay no, breathe, just breathe-- okay. I mostly-accidentally knocked Vayne unconscious and now he's bleeding from his ears. I also not-accidentally broke his ankles. And uh. Tumbler and I have no idea what to do.

This was not what he'd expected when he arrived after receiving a 'Help Please!' comm from Mouse.

"Ok, before I touch any of the rest of that, keep breathing vod'ika, you are going to be fine. In, hold, out. Good Mouse, and again. In, hold, out. There we go. Show me the way, vod'ika, I'll see what I can do."

Given the description of the injuries, Bite is rather confused on exactly how the little vod before him managed to make someone bleed from their ears after a punch, but given the things he's seen, he'll wait until he can see for himself to make any judgements on the situation.

May the fourth be with you! XD

"....You're not meant to look like that." || Bleeding Prompt!||

(@corrie-guard-tumbler)

"Not meant to look like what, Tumbler?"

Bite was in the barracks, just trying to fix up anything in urgent need of his attention after the latest round of Specialist Trooper VS Red Guard, a 'fun' game the chancellor's pets liked to pull any guard with additional training into.

It was only because of the injuries that the skanah aran had left him with that Bite was out of the majority of his blacks in the barracks for the first time since he arrived. He'd had absolutely no intention of showing anyone other than the other medics the complex pieces of metal that held together his right knee or left shoulder if he didn't have to. And now he has remembered why.

"If you've got an issue with the braces, take it up with the Kaminoans."

I can't say much, but medics talk to each other. Fett'ika hasn't let a brother with a medics insignia anywhere near him in... a while. I've got your back in this, but you may need to talk to him before I try to get involved. I worry if we spook him, he'll run, and I don't want him to get hurt if he doesn't trust any of the vod'e medics to patch him back up again.

@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?