"It's- I- I Don't Know. I Feel Like I'm There, In That Room, But I Can't Be Because My Squad Came For

"We will if we make a plan, admittedly, I'm still waiting on approval from Nickel for this, but a little pre-mission planning never hurt anyone."

'Probably saved a few lives,' Bite thought to himself as he walked into the commandeered meeting room.

"We need to keep this discreet either way, or it will be a clone bloodbath courtesy of the Chancellor."

*INCOMING COMM*

This is a private frequency I’ve sent out across the guards comms. I think I know where to find CT-3996, Tumbler, I’m asking all guards who can to help, I’m asking all Vode who know anything to help.

I’ve left cords on where to find me, now let’s find Tumbler!

Crane put down the comm, all there was left to do was wait. Was crane nervous? Obviously, none of the Corrie’s really knew him yet and he’s asking for their help to find a vod who most think is dead.

He does truly hope help will come, but if not, Crane is fully prepared to go it alone. No matter what Forge says, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him…. Probably.

haran- hell “The Fett name puts the very fear of haran up the aruetiise.” (Order 66)

jari'eyc-ugly (lit: wrecked)

nibral-loser "And you’re not strolling in your fancy Kuati park now, so shift your shebs, you lazy little nibral.” (Order 66)

bev'ikase- dicks/penises “What a bunch of useless bev’ikase.” (Order 66)

gett'se-nuts/balls/testicles “Besany, if he moves, blow his gett’se off." (Order 66)

osik-shit “Doesn’t that scare the osik out of you?” "About kama fashions or some such osik.” (True Colors)

osik'la-shitty “You didn’t think some osik’la Imperial encryption could keep us out forever, did you?” (501st)

mir'osik- dumbass, shit for brains “Nice shooting, mir’osik,” Darman called to the gunner from the 14th. (Order 66)

shab-fuck “Well, shab-face, here’s where you find out that trooper armor isn’t as hardened as Katarn kit …” “Who the shab trained you?” (Order 66)

shabla- fucking “Fi, I’m going to break your shabla neck …”

shabii'gar- fuck you “Shabii’gar,” Niner snapped, and tossed the comlink back at A’den.(True Colors)

Ne shab'rud'ni! - don't fuck with me!

shebs,shebse-ass,asses “Dar! You’re going to be as wrinkled as a strill’s shebs if you stay in there much longer.”(501st)

mir'sheb-smartass “Okay, mir’sheb, you got a better idea?” (True Colors)

Nar'sheb!- Shove it up your ass!

Kovid lo'shebs'ul narit!-Put your head up your ass!

Kote lo'shebs'ul narit!-Shove glory up your ass!

motla'shebs-A rat's mott's ass "The Grand Army didn’t give a motla’shebs about how clones liked to be addressed, on the record at least." (True Colors)

sheb’urcyin-ass-kisser "Sheb’urcyin … aruetii.” (501st)

shabuir- fucker/motherfucker “As long as it’s not some Death Watch shabuir.” (501st)

shabuire-fuckers/motherfuckers"“And I just want to remind you shabuire that I’ve played meat-cans before.” (501st)

shabu'droten- fuck everyone/ a collective of fuckers “Shabu’droten,” Skirata muttered, and walked away. (Triple Zero)

Sooran, shab-suck on it/that (sooranir (verb) means “to suck”)

usen'ye-piss off/fuck off/go away “Usen’ye.” It was the crudest way to tell someone to go away in Mando’a" “And you lot can clear off. This is trooper business. Get lost! Usen’ye!” (Triple Zero,True Colors)

MANDALORIAN LORE OF THE DAY: SW NOVEL-CANON FOUL LANGUAGE (PART 1)

"Vod, if Mouse had hit any harder, the man would be dead already. And if nothing else, the vod'ika doesn't need the blood on his hands. Not unless it's nessasary."

Bite knows what that feels like. Sometimes, regardless of how nessasary it was, or how nuch they deserved it, the lives you take can weigh on you. As they reach the doors to the medbay and an organised chaos takes over as Vayne is take off them and immediately being assessed, Bite take a final look at the two before him.

"We've got it from here. I'll let you know when we have dealt with his condition. Tumbler, it would be appreciated if you could check Mouse over for me, if that's ok with both of you. Oh, and Mouse? Thank you for calling. I'm really glad you did."

(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.

Alright, info sent ahead, with Mouse's additional history tagged on. Mouse is tense, very tense. Understandable for the situation, but Bite assumes there is more to it than simple fear for the clone before them. As he gets to work to prepare Vayne for transport, he speaks.

"No one is going to let you get hurt for this, vod. You know the corrie's will consider it self defense, it won't be hard to blame anything that needs to go in official records on the anti-clone group that have been escalated recently. We will do all we can to help him, I swear. What is your relationship with him? And don't look at me like that. There is no lying to me."

(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.

[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]

Normally the GAR doesn’t assign us to well , security detail. @clone-force-87

I can't deny that statement. In all my time with stealth ops, I never had an escort assignment before. But then again, the situation around my transfer was less based on my specialisation and more that this was the only posting other than a medical base they could justify sending me too, and apparently it would be "a waste for a trooper with such expensive training to be assigned to such a post"... yeah. Although working on Coruscant has had some similarities with my previous job that I was definitely not expecting.

It's only later, once Bite has managed to hobble his way to the medbay, that he sees Tumbler again. The clone is battered and still obviously struggling to full reconnect with reality. Before any of his fellow medics can stop him Bite has stumbled out of the bed he'd been bullied into and over to his vod'ika.

As the panic and worry starts to bubble up in his chest, Bite takes a breath before gently pulling at the corner of Tumblers sleeve, avoiding skin after the last time a medic wasn't careful enough and got a black eye from a panicked vod.

As he guides him to sit on his now empty bed he speaks, "Kark, Tumbler, hey vod, are you with us?"

Even though he'd only been up for less than a minute, Bite can already feel his body protesting loudly at him, but after how he seemed to have just made things worse for Tumbler, the least he can do is make sure he is safe first.

[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.

"....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."

It took a while for Bite to drag himself out of the headspace he'd been trapped in. By the time he truly felt he was back, he'd managed to get close enough to 41 that he could press his head to the other clone's shoulder. Now the panic had resided, Bite could feel the overwhelming wave of exaution crash over him, and all he really wanted was to go to sleep.

"Vor entye, vod, thank you."

Now he can think again, Bite isn't sure when the last time he'd been this close with one of his brothers. After they got him back, Atin pulled the Kih'vod card and had slept in his bunk whenever he'd had the chance. Once the transfer was confirmed, Bite had spent every night until he was dropped on Coruscant in a pile of his Aliit.

"Thank you for being here, vod. You were perfect."

(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.

"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 👀)