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"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 me, right? They got me out, but they aren't here, and I don't know where here is. I don't know where I am. And where are my squad? Kara, please say I got out! Please say I'm not making that up!"
Bite's breathing is slowly starting to even out as he subconsciously mimics the pattern of the vod in front of him. His mind is still racing. Every reason he finds to think he might be ok is immediately joined by more reasons he isn't. At least he isn't alone, the warm body under his palms, not a trick his mind is capable of playing.
"Not alone, not alone, not alone..."
(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.
"No. You don't get it. It's all of them, Tumbler, every single one. You can't save me from this one, you just can't. I will not let you risk the lives of every brother on that list so you can feel like you still have control here! It doesn't matter what you do, there will always be someone out there to hurt me, and you, and every clone in the karking galaxy! What I need from you right now is to still be alive for me to come back to after, please."
The lingering tension from the fights is forgotten as reason and emotion clash in Bite's head. He is scared, but not for himself. He has seen what Tumbler will do for his vod'e, and he understands wanting to help, probably more than anyone, but he can't let him do this. Bite refuses to let Tumbler do something that could end up with vod'e blood spilt in his name, even if it means saying some things that might hurt.
"....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."
"No, you won't. The list of vod'e they fight is logged, you kill them, someone kills us."
That was made very clear to him when he was there. The threat was punctuated with a sharp jab with a pike to ensure Bite got the message. He uses the obviously stolen bacta sparingly, the gaudy label of natborn supplies straining his eyes as he tries to read the info on the container.
"Regardless, vor entye. For the bacta and the support."
"....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."
"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.
"I'll make you a list."
Bite snaps before shaking himself. This is Tumbler, his vod. He has seen for himself how protective the trooper gets over the rest of the corries, but he guesses he kind of forgot that he was technically included in that group now.
"Sorry, I didn't - anyway, the fresh stuffs a 'thank you for playing' from the red guard. Apparently, they checked my files after someone told one of them about me and decided I'd make a fun punching bag, seeing as they haven't managed to get their hands on a trooper with my training before."
Bite would never admit it, but it was nice to be recognised as a skilled fighter again, the corries only really knew him as a medic, but he didn't make it through multiple simultaneous training tracks at Kamino and make up part of one of the GARs most accomplished stealth squads for people to forget he used to be more. The red guard beat the crap out of him, given they were fully armoured and he was one clone fighting in only his blacks, but after he got in some good hits, they at least considered him enough of a threat to switch on thier weapons.
"And the braces? Kaminoan intervention, only way to keep me useful, pushed for by my old commander who almost tried getting a jedi involded to get them to no decomm me. Mission gone wrong."
There was no way Bite was elaborating further than that right now. He hissed in pain as he tied off the bandage he'd wrapped around the burn he'd gotten from one of the shabuir's force pikes.
"....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."
(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.
"....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."
"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.
"Thank you for telling me, vod, I assume Tumbler knew seeing as he seems to be taking a certain level of glee in the situation?"
Bite's heard similar stories, but every time, they make his blood boil and stomach roll. He'd learned early to expect harm from the Kaminoans and Cuy'val Dar, but their brothers? They were supposed to be safe.
"Alright, he's ready for transport, I need both of you to help me get him to the medbay without jostling him as much as possible. Ready? Let's go."
(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.