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Bite takes the datapad from the obviously nervous vod in front of him and sets it down on the desk before looking back at him.

"Before I read this, I just want to say thank you for trusting me with this. I know it can be hard to talk about, I'm a transfer myself. You have done a good job just getting to this point, vod."

After that, he picks up the data pad and begins to read. What he read was horrible. He mourned for the shines who never got to grow up, but he also mourned for the man stood before him. For Forges life he lost after he was put through a hell he can't even remember.

"Thank you, vod. That must have been hard to write. If you ever need me, for absolutely anything, whether that be in the form of a medic, or a friend, comm me."

As Bite speaks, he writes down his comm code on a slip of flimsy and holds it out for Forge to take.

The door to the med bay opens with its usual hisssssss

He clears his throat.

“Uh excuse me,—”

(@guard-crane :D yay forge time)

Bite looks up from where he sat at the small desk shoved into the corner of the medbay, filling out medical reports to add to a few troopers' files when someone walked in. He can see no visible injuries in the clone in the doorway, so he stays sitting but puts down his stylus and gives the trooper his full attention.

"That's me. What can I do for you, vod?"