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Post by AlleKote Yesterday at 8:25 pm

“Absolutely no discipline,” Jatne said more to himself than anyone else. Several Padawans failed to show up for their studies. It didn’t inspire confidence in the command structure when they could hardly maintain control of their own people.
“The war is barely started, you don’t think the young ones are turning tail already, do you ner vod?” Jaing asked. Clones were meant to be taught that Jedi were omnipotent leaders, most of the clones were, not the Nulls.
“There’s been some discontent,” Jatne had been listening. “The few that didn’t blindly accept their new army. Though I did think the ones that would bail would have done it already.” Most of the Jedi that had left were knights, men and women that had dedicated their lives to a Jedi Order that turned an eye in the name of expedience to take on an army of slaves. Now they had to watch nameless men die on irrelevant battlefields or mourn brothers they had never been too far from to reach out and touch. The war was only two weeks in, but they were already starting to see it and they had already lost faith.
The temple and GAR facilities were in disarray. It was distasteful; a few clones go missing and it’s for the greater good, a few Padawans go missing and all of logistics comes to a grinding halt. To make matters worse, Jatne was short a brother. Mereel had never been able to sit still, and he had always been able to make trouble for Kal’buir to clean up as easily as he could sneeze. Still, Mereel had never been missing. He would have told Kal and his brothers if he was being deployed, even under orders not to. Desertion wasn’t even a possibility, he never would have left his brothers in the war.
It had been six days, Jatne had set aside all his own projects to step into his brother’s place. For six days he had done his best to set aside all his worries and continue like it was business-as-usual. It didn’t worry him less that Roxil had also been gone for six days, and that the missing Padawans had now been absent for six days. That was far too much coincidence, it had to be related.
Vode!” So maybe Mereel wasn’t missing. “Ori’haat ni nu dar! Ni draar ru shekemir kaysh meh ni ru kar’taylir ni cuyir ru gaanaylir par resol ray’turse. Ni ceta, ori’haat, vode.” No one at the compound took much interest, though no one would have been so fluent in Mando’a. Even if they had been trained by Jango himself, the Alphas really only had a cursory knowledge of the language.
Resol ray’turse? Nayc, gar ru dar shi resol tuurse. Gar aalar jahaala, ner vod?”
Jahaala luubid. Tuurse? Nu ret’yc, time flies, ner vod, but you couldn’t have had that much fun without me.”
“I really think we ought to take Mer’ika to the medcenter.”
“J’ika, vod, I was not secluded with those jetiise all that time to have my own vode look at me like I’ve gone dini’la, yeah? Listen, I’m sure Roxil has some answers, but he may have started a bit of trouble for us. I told him to head straight to the barracks and wait for me.”
“What does Roxil have to do with this?”
“Well, you can ask him, or if you want to have a real bad time you can try and ask…" He paused, noting the ARCs watching them. "Kaysh ad’eta jetiise kaysh ru hiibir teh Ke’gyce.”
“Sirbur tug’yc?”
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by Ijiro Yesterday at 8:16 pm

This guy does not look like a security expert, but then Kaytee does not look like a plant. She wonder why he seem to investigate so many Jedi. Surely they are not a risk? Some one must think so, he has been talking to Jedi all day. She watched him all morning as he speak quietly to many of the Padawan but eventually he left with a few of them following. She took some pictures before he went, she want to search her sibling memories for anything like those tattoos. They must mean something, if not that man was crazy to have so many.
“You seem to be taking a real interest in that freak,” A woman called Ryu said. Kaytee did not like her, she was rude and felt unnatural.
“Do you not have something important to do?”
“Nope, I was supposed to be tailing one of the ARCs, but he vanished. I can’t do anything until he shows up again.”
“Clones do not possess the ability to disappear. Perhaps you should try harder.”
“This one does. I am an excellent tracker, a real professional, I do not lose people. So what is the story, I hear Palps doesn’t trust that guy, something about spending too much time with the Nulls. They seem like more fun than the regular meat cans to me.”
“Do not call them that. They are not cans of meat, they are men and they are good soldiers.”
“Huh, I guess you’re boring as well. I think I’m going to see if anything needs bombing, shooting, disintegrating, or dismembering. I never did like being bored for long, have fun being a wet blanket or whatever it is you do.”
Kaytee was glad the woman left, Kaytee really did not like her. She also did not like Palpatine and she was employed directly by him. It was not wrong that she was interested in the man with silver tattoos. Tiore was a cultural historian, but he could not tell her anything about that man or his marks. He could not even tell her what species he was. He look human, all but the eyes, ears, and tail. He also look nothing like a soldier. She saw him several times, but never fully clothed and never not smiling. She knew the eyes of a soldier, she had been one for over nine hundred years, he did not have those eyes.
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by Corsenna on Mon Jan 15, 2018 3:39 pm

The woman checked her telemetry again, just to be sure everything was working. Distance readings on the scope were accurate, weather and wind details were on point, everything was great. A high-tech neural implant with a fully functioning illegal AI unit made the checks too quick and easy, she was so bored. Being a soldier was hours and hours of boredom, followed by brief flares of action, then more boredom. So she was separated from the Alphas on some nonsensical world caught between low and high tech where people with crazy mental powers were the norm, but at least she found a job. Watch the ARCs, he said, something wasn’t right he said. Easier to talk about than doing it, they all looked the same. 4RT-3MIS was keeping track of minute differences she didn’t care to notice, but it was still a hell of a task.
[ALERT: INCONSISTENCY DETECTED IN ARC UNIT N-6. UNIT N-6 DOES NOT POSSESS ANY DURASTEEL PROSTHETIC LIMBS. I AM DETECTING A DURASTEEL REPLACEMENT FOR THE LEFT ARM OF THE UNIT CURRENTLY MARKED AS N-6. CURRENT N-6 UNIT ALSO DISPLAYS GRAYING HAIR, AND FINE LINES AROUND EYES AND MOUTH NOT PREVIOUSLY NOTED.]
“That’s a pretty big inconsistency,” Corsenna said out-loud, she never did talking to the AI through her interface. “Think we can get a tag on him?”
[UNIT IS CURRENTLY UNARMORED. REDUCE WEAPON STRENGTH BY 76%, AIM APPROXIMATELY 3 CENTIMETERS BELOW LEFT SHOULDER. TRACKING DEVICE PREPARED, EXTRACT AND REPLACE AMMUNITION.]

“What was that … Kom’rk?” Roxil felt somehow disloyal using the incorrect name, but the Nulls said he had to. He knew he was speaking to Jatne, he smelled different, he moved different, he spoke different, he even looked older.
“Bug I think? I hate being unarmored.”
“I know you do. I can’t imagine walking around with nothing but human skin.” Roxil had, as usual, refused to wear a shirt. Several clones and civilian workers stopped to stare at him. His gloriously fluffy tail was swishing behind him and his silver tattoos were glistening in the morning light across all his visible skin. Jatne laughed at him, he always seemed to think Roxil was joking.
“So I’m supposed to meet General Zey regarding new deployment orders. I hope it’s a comm friendly location.”
“You’ll have time to see your brother off won’t you?”
“Yes I’ll see my brothers, Roxil.”
Jate,” Good, he really was glad. It wouldn’t be right if they made one of them ship off without having time to say goodbye to his brothers.
“Tell me something, you’re supposed to be over five hundred years old and can’t read, but you were fluent in our language immediately?” Roxil pointed to what looked like a stone implanted in the skin on the inside of his right arm. He actually had several different ones in various places, the Nulls had noticed them but had never asked.
“Turns out this thing I found is called the Gemstone of Spoken Language, these are artifacts attuned to places of power in Creation. I find it comforting that these still work here, the abilities they grant are extraordinary. This one allows me to fluently speak any language I hear.”
“So it’s completely normal for them to be in your body?”
”No, that’s a very Lunar thing. It’s not even common with Lunars because it can only be done with Moonsilver, and they usually only pump you full of Moonsilver once.” Of course he had received protective tattoos twice in his life, but he didn’t need to say that. There was no reason for anyone here to know he once expelled his tattoos for nearly fifty years just to see what would happen. His mentor had thrown a fit when he showed up them. He hadn’t realized how bad of idea it had been until he had to get the tattoos a second time. It was painful process and this time Tawasu made him a full moon caste and that meant getting his entire body tattooed in a single night. That meant waking up her friend Maaki, Maaki was supposed to be asleep for another hundred years. Now the only to Lunar contacts Roxil had, who were both remnants of the First Age, knew he had done something incredibly stupid and was suffering the consequences. “The point is you need to have them already when you get your tattoos. For most Lunars that means within a few days of when you Exalt.”
General Zey wanted Kom’rk on the outer rim by the end of the week. That seemed like short notice but he knew that Kom’rk would have found it surprisingly long, Jatne sure seemed to.
“Do you have any questions, N-6?”
“No, Sir.” Jatne touched two fingers to his forehead in an almost-salute in the way most clones did with non-clone officers. Zey didn’t seem like one that got distracted easily but Roxil was doing a good job of it. The Jedi kept looking over until he couldn’t resist asking any longer.
“N-6, is this the specialist Kal asked to be placed in the barracks? Tell me all about yourself.”
“My name is Woneyi Roxil, mister-Jetii-commander-something-or-other, go ahead and call me Roxil. I just tagged along with my friend, Kom’rk, so I could ask for permission to wander the compound this evening. Kal said I was supposed to stay inside the barracks. Unfortunately, that sounds really boring and I don’t want to do it. So, it’d be really great if you just went right ahead and said yes.” Roxil didn’t sounds threatening, but he was smiling like a feral beast, it was unnerving, and for a fraction of a second it seemed as if his tattoos glowed faintly; Zey seemed genuinely stunned. His mouth hung open for a moment, then his lips moved as though he intended to say something, but he stayed silent a few seconds longer.
“Yes, I don’t see why that would be a problem. You’re free to do as you please. Kal said you’re a security specialist, I suppose you’d be wanting to do that at some point anyway.”
“Great, that’s all I needed. Thank you so much and try not to work too hard, it'll make you old.” Roxil got up and keyed the button on the door to leave. Zey was still staring at him in a defocused way that made Jatne uncomfortable.
“Sorry, Sir, he promised he wasn’t going to be a pest.” Jatne turned to leave without waiting to be dismissed, Zey would get used to it. He caught up to Roxil in the hall. “What was that?”
“He tried to use some kind of mind influence on me, I felt it but I’m completely immune to that so it didn’t work, of course. Anyway, since I guess that’s ok here I went right ahead and used mind influence back on him and it worked splendidly. You know, being a Lunar-god is great.”
“You used… wait, you’re immune to mind influence?”
“There are two kinds of shaping effects in Creation; well actually there a whole lot because of natural… Never mind. There are two kinds of shaping effects, physical shaping and mental shaping. My Moonsilver tattoos, which still hurt, protect me from all unnatural shaping perfectly, all the time. That means pretty much everything but my own Lunar shapeshifting abilities. And yes I used mind influence on him. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m real pretty, I mean I am really pretty. That helps out a lot with some of the charms I’ve learned over the years. Luna seems to like me, and she seems to like I that want to enjoy life, and she has taught me the means of having an easier time doing so. Luna’s gifts are bountiful and meaningful, if you follow the rules, and preform your duties. I disobeyed the rules once and now many of my War Form traits present in my human true form, that isn’t meant to happen. That was a mistake and I made amends; but the consequences are permanent. It was a very simple rule to follow that was extremely difficult to break, but I had to know.” Roxil stopped and ginned. “I guess there’s a saying about how curiosity killed the cat. Anyway enough about that, I need you to explain to me how showers work.”
Jatne stopped for a moment and stood completely motionless in the courtyard. Then he started laughing. He bent over and covered his mouth, but he couldn’t stop. When he finally straightened up again he had tears streaming down his face. It was good to see him laugh, but Roxil’s ears flattened anyway, he didn’t like it when it was at his expense.
“You’ve been here nearly two weeks, and you don’t know how to use a shower?”
“I don’t see where you light the fire, and I’m told the water comes from on top of you? Is that like a waterfall? I lived in the far east, near the border, we were awful close to the wood elemental pole. We didn’t really have any waterfalls.”
“Do you have any idea how often you say things that make absolutely no sense? I’ll show you how to get the shower running when we’re back at barracks but after that you’re on your own.”
“Great! And don’t you worry at all Jat’ika, I’ll behave myself this evening, I promise! I’m just going to have a nice little stroll and maybe make some new friends.
“Roxil, there is no point at which I’m not worried you’re going to do something inappropriate.”
"It'll be fine, Jat'ika. You don't need to worry about leaving me all on my own on a strange planet with unfamiliar customs and thousands of new species I haven't ... acquainted myself with. What's the worst that could happen, it's not as though I could really get into that much trouble, can I?"
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by PandaFace on Mon Jan 08, 2018 1:58 pm

There was a bit of commotion when an unusual woman showed up at the barracks asking for Ordo. Several clones she assumed were ARCs stepped out into the hall to see what was going on. Nope, not her. I can already tell she’s going to be trouble.
“Don’t be rude, Ord’ika!” She yelled into the building, mimicking the name his brothers used in their minds.  That got him moving, apparently that wasn’t a name that strangers were allowed to use. “Hey friend,” Lily mustered her sweetest smile when he came down the stairs. “Sweetheart, I was really hoping you’d give me another shot at talking with your daddy.” All his brothers were listening, she could tell. Feirfek, she’s pretty. Wouldn’t stop me from breaking her neck if she crossed me. He looked directly at her as though he meant for her to hear that, he probably did.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, Sergeant Skirata isn’t available right now. Try again during daytime hours.
“You sure you don’t want to hear all about the educational positions I’ve gotten in since I’ve been here?” She straightened her tunic, fastened just low enough to show cleavage. I know better than to fall for that trick. It was worth a try. She could tell he had a feeling she was talking about something different though. There were five ARCs and a very tall man with a fluffy tail and furry pointed ears. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, so she could see that his face, chest, neck, and arms were all covered with metallic silver tattoos. “So how’d you like to talk to someone that’s been hanging out in Palpatine’s office?” She asked as soon as the door was closed. It was well after midnight, they were all obviously exhausted, but that woke them up.
Lily studied everything that was different about each of them, trying to learn their names and anything she could about them through whatever thoughts she could hear. The only person of real use was the tattooed man; Roxil, apparently. Ordo must have told his brothers about her, they were very good at guarding their thoughts. Roxil on the other hand was an endless supply of completely unguarded information. He looked at the Nulls like a predator and it disturbed her. She realized too late that she must have been staring. She came up with the easiest cover for her interest in him.
“I have mention the elephant in the room. One of these things is not like the others…”
“Who?” Roxil asked as if he only now became aware of them. “Me?” He seemed genuinely surprised to be noticed. “Split essence, right. Why does no one ever tell me these are bad ideas when I have them?”
Ner vod, we just let you do your thing. We can’t make sense of what you’re doing most of the time anyway.” That was Prudii, Lily thought. “This guy is aliit, nothing else is important.”
“Apparently I’m veteran mando’ad, I just didn’t know it yet. I know what my priorities are, and where my loyalty belongs. I live accordingly and without variation.” Nothing can stop a divine force from shaping the world, not one like me. Scold me, deny me, tell me what you want and damn me forever, but I will shape the world as I see it; just watch. That guy legitimately worried Lily, but he obviously believed what he was thinking absolutely. That worried her even more. She really wanted to keep an eye on this bunch.
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by AlleKote on Sun Jan 07, 2018 4:37 pm

Jatne did his best to ignore the ARC that approached Kaytee.
“Sorry, should have warned you they’d be here. It isn’t his fault he’s got such a short temper, they made them that way. It’s most of the reason they went back to basics with our genome. They tampered too much and got more than they could handle. Still, their as likely to be a liability as an asset so watch yourself around them.
“Yeah, they made us this way and tried to kill us for it.” Mereel muttered.
“I’d have killed more of them if Kal’buir allowed it.”
“You never did tell us about that, Jaing said you shot Orun Wa?”
“The day Kal’buir met us. Ordo stole his blaster and tossed it to me, I had a cleaner angle, I took it. Hit him square in the chest. I can’t tell you how satisfying it was to watch him gasp for those last few seconds before he died.”
“Wish I could have been there. Well, I guess technically I was. Tell me you didn't get Ko Sai, too?” He wasn't asking because he cared about her, they had plans for her.
"Of course not. For a while at least, she was more useful alive." Jatne smiled, recalling another satisfying moment in his artificially short life. He stripped off his armor plates and body suit before going directly to the ‘freshers first. He’d properly clean them after a shower. The temperature conditioning in the gear needed some work, the sweat irritated him. When he came out Mereel was cleaning his armor and Roxil had snacks waiting.
“We’ll be on work soon so buir wants us to take a run of the city.” Mereel explained that Roxil had taken the liberty of scouting a few places he thought they might want to visit. Jatne wasn’t entirely sure if that was good or not but he’d go along with it for now. Kal had given them all credits to spend, they typically procured work funds from Republic accounts but they otherwise had none to spend for themselves.
Roxil actually had some pretty good ideas. The first stop they made was a little tapcaf near the lower levels. They made delightful sticky bread that reminded Jatne of the first time they had Uj cake. He smiled to himself, but it seemed to remind Mereel of something completely different, he was pretty sure he had a good idea what.
“How did I die?” He asked openly. “Kal’buir said I was reconditioned, but I didn’t kill Orun Wa in this history, and all of you are alive.”
“I don’t know how you remember training, but we mostly took care of ourselves. We were never hurt so badly that Kal’buir couldn’t put us together again, at least not with his friend Mij.”
“Right,”
“Until we were. A floor went out under you in a killing house, broke your spine. We had no choice we had to call medevac. They just had to put you in a bacta for a week at most, it wasn’t that bad. We thought they were just putting you under so you wouldn’t panic in the tank and pull the breather off… but they weren’t. Seven years. After seven years they never updated our files, we were marked for termination. We didn’t have proper tallies yet and we didn’t even get a chance to take the ID patch from your fatigues, they just took you away and incinerated the body. You know they completely erased your file from the database after that? Even Jaing couldn’t find a trace when they were done. Like you never existed.”
“But I did, I had a name and I had our culture. Kal’buir saved my soul before I died, a lot of our boys don’t get that much.” Roxil broke up the conversation and ushered them on to the next place he wanted to show them. It was a candy store. They spent a lot of credits here. They had a whole assortment of candied nuts and dried fruits. They bought several kilos total between a large variety but Roxil had no doubt it wouldn’t last long. They would share it with their brothers and all the clones were always hungry, they also had a perpetual sweet tooth.
“Your turn,” Mereel said once they were outside. “You didn’t tell us how you lost your arm.” Jatne sighed. “Don’t tell me you just wanted an upgrade?”
“I got dumb.” It was the truth . “Forgot the shablarule. Not all soldiers are men, and not all soldiers wear uniforms. It was after Geonosis, and I knew better. I saw the boots by the door but no targets in armor. I turned my back on a crying woman and the hut’uun pulled a lightsaber from her jacket. You and Jaing saved me. I didn’t recover well, I punished myself the whole time. I couldn’t stop imaging how disappointed Kal’buir must have been with me.”
“You weren’t dead, di’kut.” Mereel stopped Jatne with a hand on his shoulder. “That’s what really would have mattered. We only would have cared that you were still alive.” Jatne suddenly felt selfish for continuing to berate himself to a brother that had already lost him once.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what you said there too.” The last stop Roxil wanted to make was a shady looking cantina just inside the lower levels. It was poorly lit which was actually reassuring, perhaps it would stop people from staring as much. Clones weren’t a common sight on Coruscant. Any that were here that weren’t iced were restricted to GAR facilities. Both Nulls were wearing their armor but they’d had their helmets clipped to the back of their belts. Jatne was wearing Prudii’s armor. The problem with being dead was that he couldn’t be identified in public.
“I found this delightful ale here, the wine is all garbage. Let me order a few drinks, go ahead and find a seat.” We didn’t have anywhere else to be until curfew in six hours. There was no harm in staying for a while to see what mischief Roxil must have been planning with the grin on his face. He returned to the table with three decanters of ale in one hand and three glasses in the other. When he set them down he apologized saying they weren’t allowed to get more until they finished this lot. How much did he expect them to drink? Neither of them had even tasted alcohol before.
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by Ijiro on Sat Jan 06, 2018 1:46 pm

“Don’t tell me they’re actually going to be staying in barracks,” One of the commandos whispered to another, but Kaytee could still hear.
“Not ours, don’t worry. The bonkers squad got stuck in with the other ARCs.”
“Bonkers squad?” Kaytee ask. She mean to leave after bringing supplies for the commandos on base but now she was curious.
“Sorry ma’am, that was not appropriate.”
“We are not an officer, you may talk as you wish with us near. Who are you talking about?” Her next stop was Alpha barracks, she need to know what to expect.
“The Nulls, the first ARCs. They don’t play by all the rules even by ARC standard.” They told story about Kamino when they would see Nulls stealing equipment and shooting uncomfortable close to Kaminoan technicians. They could be seen fast-roping in the cavernous vat rooms and hacking systems. They sound undisciplined, not like good soldier at all. She listen for a while but she had work to do. She went back to her speeder and brought it to the last barracks, the one the used by Alpha ARCs.
“Need a hand ma’am?” A Clone she did not recognize came in through gate. Synthetic skin was half peeled off his left arm. He was bigger than the others but only by a little. With him was a non-clone, a very tall man with strange silver tattoos on all his body she could see, they were clearly magic. Another clone the same size as the one with the durasteel arm came in shortly after. “All this going inside, miss?” He took a large box of medical supplies. This man was very polite and smile sweetly. She like him.
“Yes, thank you…?”
“Jatne. This is Mereel, and this very eccentric man-like creature is Roxil.”
“Jatne and Mereel?” All the clones identified themselves with numbers. She did not know they had names, it made her feel rude for not ask them. Jatne put the box in Mereel’s hands and took another. “We thought you used numbers?”
“Right, can’t have the public thinking we’re people. Then they might feel the need to ask the awkward questions like why don’t we have rights? What happens when we’re injured too badly to ship off to next battle-” Roxil put a hand on his shoulder.
Udesii, vod’ika. Ni kar’taylir gar kadala. Ni kar’taylir gar kaden.” The man with tail spoke softly, Kaytee had to strain to hear but did not understand.
Ne’johaa! Ni kar’taylir meg banare! Ni kar’taylir vaii ibic slanare. Ni r’haa’taylir, draar tug’yc. He looked back to Kaytee. “You want me to be a good little droid? Fine, call me N-2 if you feel better. Osik’la hut’uun, ori’aruetyc. You can think I’m a droid, but I know. We are men, not products to be discarded when we choose not to be echoes. We have brothers, and yes, we have names. They weren’t given to us by our creators but by ourselves because we deserve to be men.”
Udesii, ner’vod.” Mereel tried. He was mad too, but ARCs were watching now. Open dissent had consequences he didn’t want to see his brother suffer a second time.
“N-2, not ARC, not Alpha?” She remembered. “The Nulls? You are very different then. Not kind at all. We simply did not know and you are so rude to us?”
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by Corsenna on Fri Jan 05, 2018 7:20 pm

“Whoa, we’re going really high up!”
“Yes, that is how space travel works. I explained all this to you when we left Coruscant.” Jatne sighed.
“Oh yeah. I fell asleep.”
“Roxil, you’re a moron. A real di’kutla moron.”
“Are you sure, about what you said earlier, Jat’ika? I think we may have to hide him from the Alphas.”
“The ARCs?” Roxil asked. “Kal said I disturb him so I can’t stay at the apartment. He made General Zey let me live in the barracks.”
“I’m sure he did.” Jatne replied. “I’m sure he had a good laugh about it too. Well hiding him won’t be an option then, but I am sure. How ‘bout it, Roxil, want a few brothers?” He was sincere. He didn’t mean it as fellow warriors, he wanted Roxil to be part of the family; a proper member of clan Skirata. Roxil nearly cried.
“Great, so I’ve got the ori’vod that should be my own age and isn’t, and now the orishy’a’vod a couple centuries older than even our buir. Bet you anything the Kaminiise never predicted any of this.”
“Yeah but the Kaminiise also didn’t predict that I’d shoot Orun Wa so I don’t put much faith in them.”
“You did?” Jaing was genuinely surprised.
“You can ask about that later J’ika. I have a more important question. Can you really go to space without a ladder?”
“Excuse me? A ladder? With rungs? That you climb on?”
“Obviously. What other kind of ladder is there? On the full moon a ladder appears somewhere in Creation. If you’re strong enough you can climb it to the silver chair, Luna’s throne. The moon.”
“I say again, excuse me?”
“This is incredible.” Roxil’s face was nearly touching the viewscreen. Jaing used his stolen fighter to escort the troopers across the city. Once the gunships were recovered the called Vigilant back, the captain sounded embarrassed. Jaing had more ‘sightseeing’ or as he preferred to call it ‘spying with prejudice’ to do, but he was going to bring his brother back to Coruscant personally first. He was only half aware of the conversation happening behind him as he stared at the stars. Jaing and Jatne both laughed shortly before Roxil started drifting off the floor.
“Have fun, ori’vod, I’m putting the gravity back on before we punch into hyperspace.”

Flying over Galactic City was even more amazing than the streaking stars in hyperspace. Jaing had called ahead an hour ago to warn GAR HQ that they'd be in a CIS vessel so they wouldn't be shot down. He pinged HQ when they got close anyway.
"You're clear to land N-10. We're sending some techs to collect the vessel, leave it on pad 3 before hitting barracks."
"No can do, Control. Just dropping off assets before heading back to the rim. Tell you what though, I'll try real hard not to blow it up before I get back."
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Post by AlleKote on Thu Jan 04, 2018 11:36 pm

Jatne didn’t like this at all, but it was still their best option. They needed reliable intel in order to move their men to the ships. He would sent up a remote for an aerial view but if any Seps were watching the area it would be too obvious, procurement still hadn’t provided remotes with non-metallic casings.
“Remember, Jat’ika, you’ll only have an hour before you need to refresh if we aren’t out by then.”
“Right, I got it.” He really didn’t like this at all. Roxil took the compact knife his friend offered and pricked his finger before handing the knife back with a drop of blood on the end. Roxil had initially suggested pushing one of his shapes on a trooper, he wanted Jatne’s expertise on the ground. After explaining communicating as a creature that didn’t possess the ability to speak, Jatne realized it sounded a lot like using a subvocal commlink. None of the troopers used those and it had taken quite a bit of practice even for the Nulls. It had to be him. He took the blade and cringed. “Here goes nothing,”
“Just relax, Jat’ika. It’s really quite exhilarating to feel your shape changing.”
“Right,” He placed the tip of the blade with the drop of blood against his tongue, trying hard not to think about it.
“Oh, and there’s no way to change back until time runs out.”
“You osik’la-” It was too late to argue now. Jatne knew he wasn’t going to like it even before he felt his body shrinking and stretching, but that was over inside a second. He felt so small and fragile, he was. The bird shape Roxil selected for him was only about nine inches tall. Jatne hopped around a few times, trying to familiarize himself with the small legs. Next he stretched his arms, now wings, out to his sides.
“You have to flap, Jat’ika.” Roxil mimicked the motion with his arms, and looked ridiculous doing it. “Just flap, it’s easy.” Of course the cat chuckled when Jatne stopped short trying to insult him, distracted by the chirping sound he made instead. He chirped a few more times before flapping his wings experimentally, surprised at how easily they lifted him into the air. “Yes, I know I’m a Shabuir, I see you’re having no trouble communicating. Now, I examined the area earlier and didn’t see any predators you should have to worry about. Get in the air and use those adorable little chirps to let me know what I should relay to the team.”
Copaani mirshmure’cye, vod? He chirped again, hoping it translated, before taking off. The minutes were ticking away and he didn’t want to be in the air when they ran out.
Ganar nuhur, Jat’ika Roxil grinned when Jatne dipped suddenly, instinctively trying to make a rude gesture at him with a finger forgetting for a moment that he didn’t have fingers. He was committed against admitting it, but this really was incredible. He had always enjoyed being in the pilot’s seat of a fighter, but this was entirely different. He could feel the pressure of the wind running through his feathers as a soared higher. He had enough practice to pilot most vessels without much conscious thought as though it were an extension of his body, but this was his body. His wings responded to his thoughts instantly, dipping and diving, weaving between the branches of trees. That was enough practice, he rose above the treetops… and he saw something troubling. A rogue class starfighter was heading directly toward his comrades’ position. He chirped frantically, Roxil was in his war form to enhance his senses so he should be able to hear.
Panic struck when the fighter fired, but the small missile streaked beyond the clones and obliterated a discretely parked airspeeder. The vessel landed, cannon still smoking faintly from the heat. As Jatne drifted back down he saw Roxil wave to him with a wide grin.
Udesii, burc’ya.” He said, brushing his hair away from his shoulder for Jatne to land on. He gestured with a hand toward where the fighter landed and a very familiar face stepped into the opening.
“New pet?” Jaing asked as he approached.
“For the next thirty-two minutes.”
“Well I was,” He glanced toward the troopers. “Sight-seeing in the sector when I intercepted a priority message from Vigilant about Separatist activity. Lousy di’kute turned tail and ran off without you. They should have stuck around for what must have been one hell of a light show. I saw the wreckage; my brother wasn’t in there was he?” Jaing’s face took on a serious expression, worried didn’t cover what he must have been feeling. He seemed more questioning when Roxil looked toward the little blue bird perched on his shoulder.
“I’m sure he’ll give you a big hug in about thirty-one minutes.”
“SitRep? Where’s he off to that you’re counting minutes?”
“Nowhere. He’s such a cute little vod right now, isn’t he?” Roxil gently lifted bird and offered it to Jaing. The ARC didn’t move, and didn’t respond. He just looked blankly at the creature in his hand and back at Roxil.
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by Corsenna on Thu Jan 04, 2018 3:49 pm

Roxil let himself sink into a sack, he had no idea what was in it, but it was soft enough to be comfortable. He retrieved some of the powder from his pouch on a fingertip and inhaled it through his nose. The effect was immediate, a surge of energy and calm all at once, and a brilliant display of colors from now visible essence. The essence was duller than he liked, there wasn’t enough of it available, he was honestly surprised to see any at all other than his own. His attention was pulled into sharp focus, a vibrant purple caught his eye. He had seen violent tinged essence before, only in those preparing to betray another. He shook Jatne’s shoulder gently.
“Jat’ika, there’s a big problem.”
“I already gave it back, cat. It’s not my fault if you lost it.”
“No, Jat’ika, I think we’re in danger.” That seemed to bring the ARC out of his slumber, he still didn’t look impressed.
“We’re in the middle of a war, Roxil. We’re always in danger.”
“Please wake the troopers, I really think we should leave.”
“Why would you leave?” The child, Talan, suddenly appeared behind them. “Mama said we’ll all be safe is she can keep you here.”
“Jat’ika, I think we really have to go now.” He waited for the nod of agreement before starting to wake the remaining troopers. Josrea sprinted across the room to stop him.
“What are you doing? They need rest!”
“You needed us to stay, why?” Roxil asked plainly.
“It’s safe.” He could see it was a lie, her essence turned darker.
“You were going to betray us to the Seps.”
“No! I-” Darker still, another lie. Roxil pushed her aside without consideration.
“The lives of these men are our responsibility and we will not risk them on the word of aruetiise.” Roxil had only known the Nulls for a short time but he had thrown his lot in with them completely. He understood them, their unwavering devotion, their courage, their resourcefulness. He also felt protective, they were frighteningly intelligent, but also naïve. They were exactly the type of people of people that he dedicated himself to, damaged beyond repair but more capable of love and respect than many other mortals. As for the rest of the clones, they had value, they had already proven their worth, and yet they were treated as expendable.
Once upon a time Roxil might have argued against his divinity, but fifty years in the Wyld after expelling his tattoos warped his mind. The changes were so subtle at first that he wouldn’t have recognized them if he tried. By the time he made his way to his old mentor to fix his caste once again the differences had grown far more profound, but he had become accustomed to them. Now, he fully believed he was a god, he fully believed he was a good god. He would protect all worthy humans with every last drop of his blood if need be. Some however, were trash to be disposed of. It was Roxil’s responsibility to cleanse the filth wherever he went. He understood now why he had been brought to this universe, it was so full of ordure. He belonged here and he would not be denied. He looked the woman in the eyes, every trace of his usual smile erased. “Ma’am, if even just one of these men are harmed before we leave this city you will die. It will not be quick, it will not be painless. It will lull your breath, how cruel I can be; but I will show no pity when you weep and scream. Do you understand?”
She gulped and nodded, not finding the words to acknowledge him. Jatne simply stared; he had yet to see Roxil threaten anyone. He had a habit of being overly friendly with his allies, and he simply killed his enemies without remorse. “Jat’ika,” He said, smiling once again without even a tinge of the darkness he had shown moments ago. “I’ve had an idea! Come, I’d like to speak with you privately.”
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by AlleKote on Mon Jan 01, 2018 6:08 pm

All they had to do now was get back to the Larty gunships, no big deal, right? “Roxil, you’re just dumb enough to try another flight. Our intel is too old to do us much good. Could you get in the air and-”
“I can’t, I’m sorry Jat’ika.”
“All the stunts you pulled and now you can’t?”
“I’m too low on essence. If I burn the last of it on another shift it will kill me. I’m sorry Jat’ika, if I had known they would hit us this hard I would have conserved. I used too much early to take out the fighters, and a lot more breaking into the core ship. You must know I can’t pull armored plates off warships unassisted.”
“Back to square one. Shiny boys, how’re your supplies looking?”
“No stims, two rations between us. Two thermal dets, but no rounds have been fired. We still have five reserve power cells, sir.”
“Jatne?” It was the woman from before, he only hoped her son was still in the temporary shelter. “We have food and water inside. Talan knows the tunnels better than any adults. I always tell him not to go down there but he never listens. Sit down and eat, maybe he can draw you a map. It won’t be a masterpiece, but it might get you to your ships.”
“You heard her boys, get inside and tuck in! Fill your boots.” They all gave him the same confused look. “It means go eat, boys. And take a rest, you’ve been on your feet too long. One-hour watches, we move in six.” He turned back to the woman. “You are the most beautiful human in the galaxy right now. I don’t think I ever got your name.”
“It’s Josrea.”
“Thank you, Josrea.”
“How do you do it? How do you push yourselves so hard for so long without proper food and sleep?”
“We’re bred to be the best ma’am. We have our limits like any man, we just know how to push them.” He took first watch, hunched in one of the shop windows while his men ate and rested below. One of the civilians brought him a plate of dehydrated meats and crackers and a bottle of water he accepted happily. His hour seemed to drag on for eternity, he couldn’t let himself dose but the stims had worn off long ago and he was dead on his feet. When a trooper finally came to relieve him he hardly had the energy to make it back down the stairs, but the snacks helped. He tossed Roxil his little pouch before settling into a corner and closing his eyes. “Five hours, Roxil, don’t overdo it.” He mumbled before drifting off. He was only vaguely aware of someone spreading a blanket over him. In a few hours he needed to be up and ready to move but for now he could afford to let his guard down just a little.
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by PandaFace on Sun Dec 17, 2017 7:30 pm

Lily sat at the desk making no attempts to hide either her boredom or her contempt. A damn secretary, with all the skills she had to offer they were only willing to give her a position as the Chancellor’s personal desk-jockey. The light flashed and she entered his office oozing dissatisfaction.
“I have a meeting, I’d like you to prepare some caf.” I’m sure Zey just wants to give me useless advice again. He doesn’t see the bigger picture, the master plan. Don’t worry Jedi I know exactly what I’m doing.
“Of course, right away.” I’m a mind-reading, telekinetic, assassin and you’re wasting me making the coffee. I hate you. She did the job grudgingly. It was only too late she realized she had stashed every weapon but a small knife when the rift grabbed her. She couldn’t hunt bounties with just a knife and moderate telekinetics. She needed to collect a proper paycheck for the first time in her life. Was this really how normal people lived day-to-day? She found herself pitying them. She hated being a tool of the government, but at least she got to have some fun.
It was time for a new plan. She could turn this around. She preformed her duties without complaint for the remainder of the day. Afterward she made the long walk to the cantina at the edge of the lower levels, the Kragget. If luck was on her side, she would see a familiar face. Of course, she had never been that lucky. With a sad sigh she slumped down on the ferrocrete pathway outside. She saw a whole group of clones walk by, could she just walk up and ask them? Ordo called the man Sarge, there was a chance they’d at least know the name.
“Hey!” she called. “You know Kal Skirata?”
“The scary guy that trained Commandos?”
“Scary? The guy is ancient but I guess…”
“Never met him, saw a lot of him back on Kamino but he didn’t have anything to do with Troopers.”
“So there’s no chance you’d be able to help me find him?”
“Did you try Arca barracks at the GAR compound? I hear he likes to visit his squads.”
“What do you need Skirata for?” The voice behind her was obviously one of the clones, but his accent was more like Ordo’s than the Troopers she was talking to. She turned to look at him, he had a softer face than the other clones, more relaxed but a little sad.
“Personal business, as in none of yours.”
“And here I thought I was a charmer. Next you’ll be saying usen’ye I don’t want you help finding Skirata, stunningly-handsome nice man!”
“…What?”
“My brothers and I are on our way to meet him. But he always said he’d be proud to see us bring a nice girl home.”
“Oh I can be real nice,” Her attitude changed instantly. “I’m Lily and I’m the nicest girl you’ll meet today.”
“Right. That really doesn't make me feel better.”
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by Corsenna on Sun Dec 17, 2017 12:10 pm

Roxil had already given the Separatists directions to the building, they didn’t need him to get there. He put his visor back on and dove into an alley out of sight shapeshifting into a bird without breaking his run. The clones could see his friendly icon rising into the air.
“Ro’ika, what are you up to you?” Jatne likely hoped he had taken his war form. Roxil couldn’t talk in animal shapes, he tested the subvocal comms anyway because he didn’t have that technology at home. There was no success, he only conveyed squawks and caws. Fortunately, core ships weren’t designed to be this far down in the atmosphere. They likely only brought it down to avoid detection from other spacefaring vessels. Once he was able to cling to the outside of the hull he abandoned the bird form for his much stronger humanoid cat-beast.
“Worst case scenario, the have the same intel as us and blow the building with cannons. Best case scenario, they’re working under the same restrictions as us. There’s too much risk of rallying Ambrians to the Republic by recklessly firing cannon into their cities. In either scenario I can inside the ship.” It took some work, but he put every last bit of essence he could spare into his strength to pull away the massive fueling hatch; only enough was saved to keep him living and provide an extra boost if he needed it inside. Jatne didn’t know what happened if Roxil ever ran out of essence. “Jat’ika, point me to something important to break.”
“Ro’ika, stop! That ship will be crawling with an army of droids!” Roxil wasn’t listening.
“Tell me where to go or I’ll find it myself, Jat’ika.” He could hear the sigh, Jatne didn’t have a lot of choice.
“Wait one,” He might not have been familiar with this particular ship’s layout. “Take a left. Go forward eight meters and take the turbolift up three levels." Roxil ran through the hallway barreling straight through a line of battle droids. He punched, kicked, and ripped his way through them without slowing down. He followed the directions quicker than Jatne could give them, ignoring the klaxon no doubt bringing more droids out of standby mode. He fought off dozens of droids before Jatne brought him to a stop. “I assume you don’t have any ordinance on you.” Roxil looked around and pried the blaster rifle from the twisted wreckage of a battle droid.
“Rifle?” Jatne sighed again.
“Alright, that ship is going to come down hard so you’ll need to get out quick. You should be at a blast door leading right to the reactor core. Just keep pumping in rounds until the casing starts to crack then run like haran. I’m in their system, I should be able to seal the bulkheads behind you to contain the explosion.” There would still be a lot of collateral damage. Even if the majority of the blast stayed within the ship the shockwaves would be immense and anything in the crash zone would be completely destroyed. “Do not let anyone see you come out of that ship!” If the Republic wasn’t seen as having any involvement in the crash, it would actually work to their benefit.  A core ship was overkill for the thirty under-equipped Republic soldiers. Roxil held down the trigger until the first sign of damage.
He started running, completely unaware of the distance he covered until he came back to the turbolift. The stress of standing still in the middle of giant ticking bomb was incredible.
“Warning, reactor breach imminent. Warning, reactor breach imminent. All personnel evacuate immediately. Warning, reactor breach imminent.” The droids voice continued over the loudspeaker. Roxil could hear the explosion as he leapt back out the fueling hatch already in the process of shifting. No one would recognize him as a Stryx. He waited until the last moment to shift back into human form before touching the ground. He flipped in the air with impressive and unnesseccary flourish landing only inches from where his allies now stood outside watching the Sep ship lose air. He was expecting praise and applause, he was not expecting Jatne to smack him in the face.
“Never do that again you miserable di’kut! That was a dangerous and stupid idea! You could have been killed, Roxil! Do you understand that? One mistake and you’d be dead! How could you be so reckless? K'oyacyi, remember? Stay alive. We may not get on perfectly but for better or worse we let you in the family, if you get yourself killed for some stupid stunt of unnecessary heroics I will never forgive you. Do you understand me, Roxil?"” Roxil felt deflated and thoroughly defeated. He thought he understood what the Nulls called dynamic risk assessment, their fancy way of saying winging it. His friend continued berating him for several minutes until he seemed suitably chastised. His ears flattened against his head and his tail slumped straight down to the ground.


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Post by AlleKote on Sat Dec 16, 2017 5:53 pm

Thanks to Roxil, Jatne knew at least that they had enough room to move out of the basement. Getting the explosives set was no problem, detonating them was another matter entirely.  They couldn’t used timed or proximity devices in this environment. They needed visual confirmation of targets. The whole fight started because not everyone on the planet wanted to be in the Republic. If the Republic response blew up too many citizens or half the city, the results wouldn’t be good.
Jatne had now been laid up in a maintenance shaft of a warehouse for over twenty-four hours. Vigilant should have been back in system hours ago but without comms he couldn’t get a SitRep. They couldn’t let this go on much longer. He had one ration cube remaining and only one stim dose. The trap was set, Seps only had fifty troops on the ground, they could do this. He peeled his body suit away at the inner elbow and pulled the cap off the stim sharp with his teeth never taking his other hand off his blaster.
Oya, boys. Let’s make their eyes water.” He blinked once activating a mole in the Ambria network shutting down their commlink satellites. His HUD identified a friendly figure stepping out into the open. The trooper did an excellent job and looking surprised before bolting when Seps spotted him. Fortunately, the hostile gave chase, they weren’t dealing with simple predictable droids for once. “Osik, bring your friends you di’kutla Shabuir.” He whispered even with his soundproofed helmet back in place. Only seconds later another dozen men entered the street. He waited until the last one was in position and pressed the detonator on his gauntlet. The trooper did a beautiful job modifying the thermal dets. The blast focused entirely into the street causing almost no damage to the buildings, the same could not be said for the Seps still in range. The remainders turned back only to be mowed down by three troopers that had been lurking and hidden.
“Beta team, you’re a go.” He watched two other troopers fast rope down now at the backs of the Separatist troops cutting down what was left. With a few blinks he pulled Roxil’s PoV into focus. He wasn’t wearing his visor now, but had a small camera planted just above his ear in his hair. He was posing as a civilian in his female shape.
“Sir! You there!” She shouted frantically at the second Sep location. “The Republic clones, they have my son! Please, please help me!”
“You know where they are miss?” One of the men asked.
“Nice tail, that’s weird…” He barely heard another one mutter. Jatne tapped another command on his gauntlet.
“Welcome mat primed and ready for guests.” He said.
“Alright, I’ll check it out. The rest of you hang back.” One of them said. “No good, we need all of them or it’s a waste.” It would be a waste indeed. Jatne gave his most prized ordinance for the biggest trap, a custom implosion device. The civilians were kind enough to point out a building slated to be demolished. They wouldn’t have to worry about that for long; the implosion grenades burned hot enough, big enough, to eliminate every molecule at the epicenter. Omega had been granted use of the same devices to eliminate a clone-killing microvirus a few months after Geonosis. They were extremely effective.
“No, you don’t understand! There’s dozens of them! Please, you could get them all! They’re hungry, tired, and wounded! We’ve been denying them aid, please save my son!”
“Hungry, tired, and wounded? We might not get this shot again guys. All-out offensive?”
“That was a risk, too obvious. I can’t believe it worked, Roxil.” He increased the magnification on his HUD even knowing he couldn’t see them from here. “Oh shab.” Roxil overplayed his hand. They didn’t know the Seps had sent a core ship, not with so few Republic forces to take on, they knew now.
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Post by Ijiro on Sat Dec 16, 2017 12:41 am

“Of course we want to help,” It took Kaytee much time to explain herself to the Jedi Masters, but they knew she was honest. She felt good telling them about the rift that brought her here. Now she had an opportunity to help people in need. She pity General Zey, he was under much stress the pressure come from many places. His troops died in large numbers every day, the chancellor did not listen to military advice. Many tell Zey what he should do, but he can only really pass the recommendation and hope for the best.
There was much work Kaytee could do here. They did not have enough medical facility for an army of three million, so she heal many. She also help to train infantry troops to fill gap in special forces. They even request she act as counselor sometimes. They send her to Arca barracks, the place she first arrived. Several men were discharged from medical care though they were not full recover. These were the very few survivor of bombs placed by terrorist. They were called Separatists, Seps, when they do not attack from distance they send droid like cowards.
Kieran was not strong healer, but he could do the job so she let him take control. Most of the men would be fine without her, one lost a leg in the explosion. She went to him and placed hands on his thigh. The others gather around to watch, they had not seen someone like her before.
“This will take time,” She warn closing her eyes. She did not open them for many hours. She could hear troops coming and going, some stopping to look often. They did not realize how much time it would take. It was a full day before she open eyes again, she feel exhausted, but the man’s leg was regenerated. It would not be possible for Kieran to do this for every wounded man, but all of Kaytee agreed to do it when she could.
These men have no choice but to fight, and to follow orders. They did not volunteer for war, or to be hurt badly, but they fight bravely anyway. She admire them greatly. The soldier were not the problem in this war, it was the generals. These people called Jedi did not seem like they had prepare for an army. They did not know how to command.
Kaytee did not even realize she fell asleep but woke on a bed, though it was not a comfortable one. She was still in barracks, one of the clones sat asleep in a chair nearby. He woke up and she sat upright.
“You are a lot lighter than you look,” That sounded like compliment, she think at least. “I wanted to thank you. They say it could be a week before I get a prosthetic, a week that my brothers fight without me.”
“Your brothers?” She did not understand, they were clones not family. However it make sense if they have no one else. It would be too painful to feel alone with the life they had to live. He point out three other clones eating outside room.
“They are not my original pod, but we will learn to work together.”
“Your pod?” There were many things she did not understand about these soldier. He try to explain about being born in vats, about being trained together. He tell her his original brothers all died in their first battle. They were only ten years old, she could not even remember when her body was ten years old. Even if Kataleina, her oldest sibling, was not sealed behind magic barrier in her mind that was over nine hundred years ago. She understand humans well enough to know they could live for a century, but these men would be lucky to make it to forty. If they did not die in the war she worry about what would happen when they get too old or injured. Her choice was clear, she had to help make the war end.
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Post by PandaFace on Fri Dec 15, 2017 9:02 pm

“Nice to meet you, I’m Kal Skirata.” I know I said I wanted all my boys to do normal things like dating, but this girl looks like trouble.
“You don’t exactly look like a nice guy yourself.”
Partaylir jetiise ne’susulur-”
“Yeah, what do you make of it?”
“An opportunity.” I can already think of dozens of uses for her. Ordo cursed to himself, controlling his words was one thing but controlling his thoughts might prove to be impossible.
“Opportunities and threats, son. So…”
“Lily. And I’m just going to start by saying I’m done being used. I’m just looking for work so I can feed myself. I’m a free woman for the first time in my life and I intend to keep it that way.”
“She’s a clone, buir. Not Kamino, and I’m pretty sure she probably isn’t a Spaarti either. One of the vode has had an eye on Arkanian Micro as well, I think we would have noticed if one of them has been working under the ban.  If she’s to be believed anyway, there’s someone else out there.” I hope it’s Ko Sai. I’ve thought of so many painful ways to greet her.
“Never heard of a Ko Sai.” She loved the look of shock when she responded to things that hadn’t been said. Even people accustomed to working with her got it from time to time. “Look, the big guy here says bounty hunting is legal here, if the pay is any good I want in."
“Sure, I’ll see what I can dig up.” Favors always have a price kid. I’d like to get mine before you go after the wrong head and get snapped in half.
“I’m tougher than I look. Tell me the cost and I’ll tell you if we have a deal.”

She did her best to convey boredom and annoyance, it wasn’t hard. Skirata introduced her as his son’s acquaintance, close enough to true that the Jedi wouldn’t sense deception. They were looking for a mole or something in the Republic and Skirata needed her to tell him if there was any information or concerns Zey was holding back. The man was an open book, she didn’t need to hear his thoughts to know he was being honest. Skirata never actually mentioned the mole during the meeting. In fact they actually seemed to talk about very little. It was a political game she didn’t understand and had no interest in. From the sounds of it he was getting permission to pull troops off the field for a covert assignment. That sounded like a lot more fun than whatever was going on now.
When they left Skirata kept to his word and pointed her toward less shady bounty postings before parting ways. She sat outside feigning the lost little girl until he was well out of sight, then she returned to Zey’s office.  This was probably an awful idea, but it was the most profitable plan she had at the moment. His door was still open so she went right in.
“I’m looking for work.” She said. “I’m real good at intel and you seem like a guy in need of someone like that.”
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Post by Corsenna on Fri Dec 15, 2017 5:54 pm

Roxil didn’t care for being a housepet when he could be a much bigger, more powerful cat. Still, it allowed him to move mostly unnoticed. He still avoided Separatist patrols anyway, paranoid that they might take notice of him, he didn’t want to lead them to the clones. Comms were also being jammed making it dangerous to walk straight into the bolt hole of highly capable soldiers on full alert. He had volunteered for Jatne’s brother, Kom’rk, to find out the hard way if a round from a Verpine cranked to full power could penetrate his unaugmented armored skin; it could. Jatne always carried Verps. The clones and civilians stared at him as though he was some kind of oddity until he shifted back to his human shape, they still stared at him as an oddity.
“Did anyone here order a bird’s eye scan of the area as well as detailed information on enemy numbers and location?” He removed the datachip from his visor and handed it to Jatne.
“I’ll never say a bad word about you again you ori’mesh’la di’kut.”
“Breaking promises in the same breath you make them?”
“Where are you pants?”
“I didn’t forget to put them on! I forgot to take them off,” When Jatne slipped the datachip into his pad Roxil immediately began pointing out all the movement he could identify. It would seem the Seps hadn’t been able to track where clones bolted in the confusion. That was probably a job meant for their gunships.
Ori’Kandosii, Roxil! This is good!” The compliment made Roxil grin widely. He hadn’t worked with others in a very long time, when he did they were more focused on his shortcomings than what he had to offer the team. He pulled the drawstring on his little pouch but Jatne snatched it away.
Nu draar! We aren’t done yet, friend. My boys need you clear headed.”
“But Jat’ika I haven’t slept in months! And I’m so hungry! I just need a little boost of energy.”
“You slept on the larty twelve hours ago and you appear to have fresh meat stuck in your teeth.” Jatne resisted the urge to laugh when Roxil summoned his claws to pick the remains of whatever he had eaten out of his mouth.
“That wasn’t for food though,” He sat down to sulk, a clear indication that regardless of what other purpose he had hunted for, he had in fact eaten his prey. Shabuir. Ori’Shabuir. Ni or’parguur gar. He didn’t mean it, and he would probably beg Jatne to forgive him later. Even Roxil’s unnaturally high spirits took a dive occasionally. He hadn’t fed his addiction in quite some time and they were all under a lot of stress. “After we blow those chakaare to haran then.” He wasn’t kidding, he went back upstairs briefly. When he came back he was carrying a large munitions crate from the larty. “I made a stop before regrouping. Cleaned out whatever I could find. It was not easy getting it back here when I had to sacrifice strength for stealth.” He had surprised Jatne yet again.
Wayii! When we get home I’ll have Kal’buir set you up with as much tihaar or ne’tra gal as you can drink!” They had enough ordinance to level a skyscraper now. Jatne’s snipers got their remotes in the air throwing video feed icons onto everyone’s HUD. With a clear view of their surroundings and the extra supplies things were looking much brighter. Roxil began stuffing explosives into Jatne’s empty pack.
“What did you call it, a welcome mat? Think someone can walk me through arming these if I slip out? I’m thinking it’s time for a trap, one that goes boom.”
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by AlleKote on Fri Dec 15, 2017 10:13 am

Jatne was not pleased. He ran through the list of ideal battle conditions in his head confident that he possessed none of them. The Separatist fighters had been removed by Roxil early on but now they were split up and cut off from each other. He only had five troops at his disposal and they hadn’t been able to retrieve their armored plates before going to ground. His troops only had their standard issue DC 15 sidearms, command chose to have them leave their rifles behind, they weren’t supposed to be fighting here. They got to cover, but the local building plans hadn’t been updated, they had no rear exit.
The troops presented him with what equipment they did have; their blasters, five total spare power cells, and five compact thermal dets. He opened his pack and added a field medic’s kit, three thermal dets, three EMPs, a Verpine shatter gun, Verpine Sniper Rifle, DC 17 blaster rifle with attachments, data slicing kit, three remote cameras and a DC 17 sidearm to the cache.
“You aren’t a trooper, are you sir?” Only ARCs carried DC 17 sidearms, even the Commandos equipped with DC 17 multipurpose rifles had mark 15 blaster pistols. That was the least surprising part of his kit, not even ARCs carried Verpine weaponry and his slicing tools were not standard issue either.
“Too right, lucky us.”
“But your tally, sir… It scans CC-0202-” The trooper went silent when Jatne smirked with a finger to his lips.
“Now is not the time for questions. CC-02 certainly didn’t ask any, not when one of the crazies asked for his armor.” The troopers instantly looked wary. A lot of rumors went around Tipoca city about the Null ARCs but very few troopers had ever seen one of them up close. When the Nulls were spotted it was usually while taking pot shots at Kaminoan techs, stealing equipment, and hacking every terminal they could access for some dubious reason. The Kaminoans called them deviant and they seemed eager to prove them right.
“We’ll complain later, right now we’re just happy to have a deluxe model on hand, sir.”
“Save your happy thoughts until after I come up with some shabla brilliant plan to get us out alive.” Jatne leaned back against the wall rubbing his temples. They were holed up in the basement of retail store featuring some of the least practical undergarments he had ever seen. A group of a dozen civilians, mostly woman and children, huddled in the far corner. “Alright I spotted an access hatch to environmental control on the roof. If they at least followed regulations there’ll be a crawlspace big enough for a person. Who’s the best sniper?”
“That’d be me, sir.” One of the clones said. Jatne handed him his sniper rifle.
“Break my Verp and I’ll break you. They do not bounce. These are extremely pricey and my paychecks have been a little light for the past forever. Take a remote up to the roof and see if you can sneak it out.” He handed the DC 17 to another trooper. “It’ll take some getting used to, optics and trigger are more sensitive than the fifteen but you’ll be able to lay down sniper support and anti-armor if you need to. I want you on the roof as well but you’re on your own finding a second vantage point. If you do, get us a second angle on the remotes. I’ll need to rig proximity dets for the thermals-“
“I’ve got demo training, sir.” A third trooper interrupted. Jatne handed all the grenades over happily.
“I’ll take the shatter gun and-“ He was suddenly distracted by a small fluffy creature he hadn't expected to see. No one in their right mind would let a Salky run loose during a battle, they were far too expensive. It took Jatne less then a second to realize the small creature had an optic visor that would cover only one eye on a human, attached to it's head by flexicord. It also carried in it's mouth a small leather pouch that Roxil always steadfastly refused to be parted with for any reason.
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by Ijiro on Wed Dec 13, 2017 8:32 pm

Human? Yes, they were human. Kaytee had not met many humans, but she had never seen any that were identical until now. A dozen indistinguishable men pointed guns at her when she appeared in the building after the flash of light.
“Whoa there, guess we should have put up a no trespassing sign.”
“Did not seem necessary, what di’kut would walk right into Arca barracks?”
“This one. What are you doing here?”
“We do not know,” Kaytee responded. “We are Kaytee, and we would appear to be lost."
“Yeah I bet. Sev, raise the Security droid will you?” One of the man grabbed a helmet and poked around the inside. Then they waited silently without lowering their weapons.
“I’ll take it from here,” Another man just like the others, but armored, said from the door.
“Very good, sir.” Then he looked back to the one he called Sev and muttered as quietly as he could. “I said a shabla droid, not one of the bonkers brothers.” The newcomer grabbed Kaytee by the arm and pulled her out of the building. He did not say a word until the were outside. This place was unlike anything Kaytee had ever seen.
“You are lucky we were watching for unusual people showing up and I was already around. I do not know who you are, and I do not particularly care. Just do not cause any trouble and you are free to go.” He met brown, red, and orange haired woman waiting impatiently outside. Kaytee did not know what else to do so she followed at a distance for a while. They only walked a short time before coming to parked vehicle. “You following us for a reason?” He asked as he mounted the speeder bike.
“We do not know where to go.”
“Sounds like a real problem,” He pulled the woman up behind him and took off leaving Kaytee alone.
“Sorry, Ordo is not very sociable.” A long-haired blonde man with a thin beard said. “Are you lost?”
“We are,” He gestured for her to follow him. He went back the way she followed the armored man from and passed the barracks. He went on talking for a while though Kaytee was distracted, everyone seemed to be looking at her. He said something about getting permission to put her up in the temple for a while. Good, she was used to living in a temple. A more familiar environment would be comforting.  He brought her to an office where a large man with long greying hair sat talking with a man that had the same face as the others. He looked up and greeted them with an exasperated expression.
The blond man explained the situation briefly, and not entirely accurately. The older man sat in silence for a long time occasionally closing his eyes.
“Yes, I sense it.” He said at least. “Very curious. Put her with the Masters. If she causes any trouble they will be able to handle it. If you do not mind,” He said looking at her now. “I would like to ask you some questions when I have more time.” She agreed and was once again led away.
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by PandaFace on Tue Dec 12, 2017 11:01 pm

I hate this place already. Lily was finally free. She had gotten away from the Imperial army when that damn purple light snapped her up again. At first, she was sure she was back in America; the unreasonably tall buildings creating enormous artificial canyons, the whirring and high-pitched whines of hovercraft, and the endless stream of brightly flashing neon signs were so familiar. No, she had never seen creatures like this in America. There were plenty of humans, but so many of the beings looked alien. There were vibrantly colored humanoids with short tentacles on their heads, things with pale skin and large bug eyes, ever a creature a few meters tall with a thick coat of fur. She saw a couple with scales and a few that might have been amphibians. That all didn’t bother her; it was the clones. Hundreds of them seemed to mill around everywhere. They looked more lost and confused then she did somehow. I thought six of us was bad, I never imagined there could be so many. Fifty would have been too many, hell even a dozen would, but she was sure there must have been four or five hundred of them here. Maybe more.

They were obviously soldiers, the red fatigues gave it away but even meandering through the streets they had that ramrod posture. A group walked by and one of them smiled uncomfortably at her, she waved casually and he seemed briefly surprised, pausing a moment before catching back up with the group. He looked almost bashful, and she hated herself for being caught off guard by that.
She saw one that was different, a just slightly taller, and a little bulkier; almost unnoticeable if you didn’t grow up with people that all looked the same. He was also wearing impressive white armor with a red pauldron and a heavy leather belt spat.  Two rather strange looking pistols hung from his belt as well.
“Clone,” She tapped him on the shoulder. She didn’t like using the word, she knew she hated it, but without his unit ID she didn’t know what else to call him.
“Yes, eccentrically colored mongrel?” He raised an eyebrow at her brown hair with red and orange streaks. Buir really hates it when I let them hear me call them mongrels. Osik, I really need to work on that.
“Fair, I had that coming. How are there so many of you? I’ve never heard of a company that could get more than ten viable clones from host material.”
“I’ve never heard of a company with so few. I thought they all produced bulk, millions.”
Millions? Not hundreds… millions? And no ones put a stop to it? Why? How? Judging by the gear, your unit type is military? What, no one bats an eye at millions of people bred to fight? The benefits better be damn good.”
“What benefits? We aren’t even citizens. Roof over our heads and food on our plates, those are the benefits. And the food is questionable. You said ‘Lillian units’ what does that mean?”
“The six units cloned from the original material, we’re called Lillian.”
“All of you?”
“Don’t you have a name? Doesn’t much matter which one is which as long as we get the jobs done, right?”
“Ordo, my name is Ordo but Sarge gave it to me. Before that I was just ARC N-11."
"That's a weird name. Hey so, obviously I'm not from around here. Got no home, got no food, I need work. Not sure what people like me do around here but I was a headhunter at home. Not the recruiting kind either," Maybe I shouldn't have said that. "It was all legal of course, on my end. Wake up, kill whoever I'm ordered to, sleep, wake up and repeat. Right?"
"Sounds like bounty hunting. I'm on my way to meet someone that probably knows a few jobs." I don't like the idea of bring a stranger to buir, but she could be useful.
"Gee thanks." She smiled as if she hadn't heard his mental comment. "I'll be out of your hair in no time."
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by Corsenna on Tue Dec 12, 2017 5:43 pm

“Jatne!”
“Over here, Roxil!” There was chaos everywhere and Jatne changed instantly from his friendly casual demeanor to the Null ARC commander shouting orders. “Ma’am, I need you to clear the area. Take your son and move to the southern landing pad. Troopers, we have EOD? I need a sweep for more devices!”
“Sir, Mik was our EOD, he was in the blast. Eighteen casualties and six walking wounded, sir.” The trooper, Vosh, called back.
“Fierfek. Alright I’m on it. Anyone on their feet move the wounded to the larty, civilians first boys.” He wanted to tell them to make sure their brothers were sorted before anything else but that wasn’t how things were done. They would understand, they had to. His HUD flooded with telemetry, surface scans, ordinance detection, and comm chatter, he searched everything. “Local enforcement says Seps,”
“Why here?” Roxil asked. He knew the answer. The civil war here was started because half the population wanted to secede from the Republic with the CIS. Republic forces aiding in the relief effort would only strengthen the other half’s resolve to stay. More accurately it wasn’t Seps attacking them but Separatist sympathizers. There was another detonation and the familiar whine of enemy gunships, this was lot of firepower for a fighting force of thirty clones, and they had lost most of that in the first blast. This was supposed to be peaceful work, they weren’t equipped for a fight. “Everyone into cover!” Roxil shifted to his war form, armoring up. He ignored the Verpine shatter gun Jatne offered him, brandishing claws and wings instead. “I’m going to head off the fighters, take care of your men Jat’ika.”
Jatne tagged the locations of the deceased in the holochart before moving on. He’d come back later, Kal’buir would want their tallies. Roxil flipped down the razor thin visor that simulated a HUD, the only thing that would stay on when he shapeshifted, and flew into the air.  Pushing his speed to the limits he darted between the six fighters placing tracer markers on each to relay to the troopers. Then he spared some essence to increase his strength and dug his claws into the armored plating on one craft gripping its thin cannon in his jaws to yank it off its track. If the Separatist hut’uune weren’t getting nervous now they were fools. The instant he felt the vessels hatch start to give he let Luna’s fury wash over him, that familiar red mist filled his vision and he was ready to kill.

Time blurred, seconds may as well have been hours as Roxil’s rage flooded him with adrenaline. Today it easier than usual to give into the fury. Planting explosives at a charity event was cowardly and didn’t merit any mercy in his response. He would rip them apart and spare them no remorse. He gripped the rail with one hand as he wrenched the hatch free. The gunship shuddered and lost altitude, Roxil yanked the cannon from its mechanism swinging it like a cudgel as he entered the ship, the first man crumpled when the weapon slammed into the side of his head. Roxil abandoned it and lunged at the pilot’s throat with his teeth and pouncing immediately on the copilot. He kicked his way through the front viewscreen and fly toward the next marker as the ship crashed behind him.
Kandosii!"
“That guys a beast! That a Clawdite? Didn’t think they were that strong!” One of the troopers said. Roxil was only vaguely aware of their voices, but they were definitely aware of his growls.
Wayii! Jatne shouted when a second gunship crashed a little too close to his position. Udesii, ner vod!”
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by AlleKote on Mon Dec 11, 2017 11:03 pm

"Jat'ika, don't be mad at me, I've got some news."
"Never, buir. I forgave you for shooting me didn't I?"
"This might be worse." Kal looked serious, it made Jatne nervous. "Ready to do a little PR, son? I love all you boys the same but you, Jaing, and Mereel are the most sociable. That can't be argued. Jaing is out on the rim with Kom'rk, and Mereel is off to Kamino, but you can't be properly deployed." The Jatne from this world had been reconditioned on Kamino, he was dead which meant this Jatne had to operate carefully. His existence could get Kal'buir and his brothers in a lot of trouble. "That Skyla Kix,"
"The reporter always down on clones?"
"That's the one. She'll be covering a charity homebuilding event on Ambria, I've managed authorization to get a couple troopers on the work crew. Reckon you can still fit in the armor?" Nulls were already of a slightly larger build than the other Jango clones, Skirata often wondered when seemingly recreational eating and a lack of regular deployment would show up on Jatne's waist lime but he looked as fit as ever. The clones were always hungry, side effect of the accelerated aging.
"I'm no more experienced at building than any trooper, just smarter." He wasn't being arrogant our insulting, just staying facts. "They don't need me,"
"But you're charming, and you're not intimidated by a pretty face. You're not there to build, you're there to make her like you." 
"Buir," Just rip off the bandage. Jatne ashtrays tried to avoid reminding Kal how abnormal he and his brothers really were, but sometimes it had to be done. "Mer'ika and I, Jaing too, we don't have any luck with women, buir. We're just perceptive, we can tell which ones don't know any better than to pity us poor clones. Find that girl and put on a nice smile, they fall apart over naive slave soldier that doesn't know how bad they've got it." Kal looked crushed, but he understood the point.
"You think Ordo has a better chance?" He meant it when he said he loved all his boys, but Ordo had no tact, and couldn't lighten up like his brothers could, he was always serious.
"Only if we were trying to scare her into liking us."

"Clone!" The woman shouted impatiently, Jatne swallowed the several less than flattering observations he could make about her.
"How can I help you ma'am?" He smiled brilliantly despite his annoyance.
"My boss wants me to interview troops as long as you're here. Take a minute."
"Happy for a rest ma'am." He took off his gloves and wiped sweat from his forehead. "Mind if I grab some water?"
"You can't wait?" You've been sitting on your shebs in the shade all day but sure, what's a little dehydration? "Of course ma'am, not a problem. Interview away."
"Clone,"
"Pardon, ma'am, not to interrupt but we have names."
"Excuse me?" She looked to one of the troopers he pointed out.
"That's Fi, Rin, Vosh, I'm Jatne." It didn't really matter who saw the interview, most republic officials wouldn't know any of their names anyway. Anyone that might, wouldn't know his name. "You can also call me Captain, or Oh-Two."
"Oh-Two then," She seemed to want to think of him more like a droid. That got to him in a way he hadn't expected. Jatne was as prone to snapping as his brothers. He only just barely controlled his response into something less violent. He grabbed hold of her hand without warning and placed the palm flat against his chest.
"Feel that heartbeat? We may be clones, wet nay have been given numbers rather than names, but we're men ma'am. We're real, human, flesh-and-blood, men."
"And you're dangerous." She jerked her hand back as though he would crush it, gesturing to cut the camera.
"That is absolutely true. We are exactly what we were made to be, ma'am, the soldiers the Republic needs."
"You're only trained for war, not life, you can't tell me you can shut that off."
"Thirty of us here, ma'am. I don't hear any bombs out blasters." He looked at the troopers helping to build the frame of a house. "You know, not of us have ever done this before,"
"What's you're point?"
"We learn everything. We were trained to fight and kill, to follow orders without question. Since we arrived I've heard numerous civilian volunteers complain about the heat, or how hard the work is, or any number of things. My boys have been excited for this. For us, it's an opportunity to learn something new, to do something we never thought we would. We may have grown up with rifles in our hands but we can be more than that."
She gave him a puzzled look. "Grown up?"
"You think we just magically appeared? We were born in vats rather than mothers but we were born just the same."
"How old are you then?" He almost thought he had the upper hand, that he was getting through to her. That question could ruin it.
"Technically, ma'am, roughly twenty two."
"What do you man technically."
"Twenty years is a long time to wait for a clone army to come fight your war. Our genes were modified so we would develop at twice the normal rate. Those men are eleven years old, ma'am." He cursed internally, she was perceptive, he hoped she wouldn't notice he chose to say those men. A trooper showed up with a glass of water.
"Thirsty work, sir, watch your fluid loss." None of the troopers had questioned him even though they didn't recognize him as one of their own. He was borrowing a clone commander's armor. They had removed all the plates to work, but the helmet with a commander's livery was clipped to his belt still.
"Thanks, ner vod,"
"You speak Mandalorian?" The reporter asked, that caught him off guard. Very few civilians recognized the language.
"Mando'a, yes. It filtered through the ranks from the ARCs and Commandos trained by Mandalorians."
"Trained by... You're more dangerous than I thought." Smart woman. 
"Ma'am, you know who we're cloned from right? Most of the ARCs were trained by the man himself. He handpicked the people that trained the commandos."
"What's an ARC?"
"Advanced Reconnaissance Commando, single unit special forces."
"So they were trained differently from you?"
"Correct," But not how you think. The Alpha planks are no fun at all. "Troopers are infantry and gunship pilots. Commandos operate as four man social forces squads with more specialized training, and ARCs are trained to do special forces work solo." He was letting the questions get away from him again, distracted. He was looking for Roxil, Kal had practically begged him to take the cat along. He was still building of course, with the exception of unfamiliar tools he seemed already comfortable with the construction process. The commlink in his helmet chirped. "That's break ma'am, my boys have to eat. When we're done I'd be happy to get to that interview if you'd like."

The news crew had brought cakes and caf for the civilian volunteers, but the clones were supposed to fend for themselves. Jatne sat in the grass and pulled a ration cube from his belt. Before he could start eating something ran hard into his back.
"I'm sorry mister," A small boy no more than six or seven years old said. Jatne picked up a ball that had rolled past him and handed it the kid with a smile.
"No harm done. You'd have to try harder than that to hurt me." He teased. The boy looked at his helmet. "You want to look? It's pretty cool, all bright lights and information. Don't try to walk though, it's harder than we make it look." He pulled the commlink and datachip out before offering the piece of armor. The kid took it enthusiastically and put it on his had.
"Whoa, how do you look at all this?" He was muffled, the speakers were disabled.
"Talan! I told you to wait for me. I'm so sorry, sir." The young woman looked frightened.
"He's been no trouble at all, ma'am, perfectly polite." The kid troubled him for some reason he couldn't identify. Talan took the helmet off and looked sheepishly at his mother.
"It's heavier than it looks, mister."
"Jatne," He said holding out his hand to shake. Most civilians looked terrified like they expected a bone crushing grip, or to find solid metal under the gloves rather than flesh, but this kid accepted it happily.
"You're a clone... Jatne?"
"What gave it away?" The kid looked toward a group of troopers eating ration cubes closer to the build site and grinned. "What's that?"
"Rations, perfectly balanced nutrient cubes."
"What's it taste like?" Jatne broke off a piece of cube and laughed unashamedly at the kids face. "Gross."
"Yeah, it's not much for taste but it keeps us strong when we're in the field, low on fiber so we don't get caught with our kute at our knees. And has no scent to attract predators or enemies."
"Talan please don't bother the soldier anymore. You've been very kind, sir, thank you."
"I really don't mind at all. I've never been so close to a kid that wasn't just like me. It's been quite enjoyable, I should thank you. If only I could have one some day," 
"A kid? You can't?" Most civilians couldn't grasp a clone's life, fair trade, he didn't understand theirs.
"I theoretically could, question is if I should. If I don't die in the war, I'm still aging twice as fast as anyone else. I'm not a citizen either, no rights and paycheck to support a family." The poor woman looked devastated, he really shouldn't have told her, but in a way he wanted people to know. She gave him her plate of cakes with a sad smile.
"Are you allowed to eat sweets?"
"Oh yes ma'am. They don't give us any at the barracks but buir likes to give us treats. Sorry, my sergeant."
"What's that you called him?"
"Buir, father. They tell us when a normal person enlists the sergeant will says he's their mother and their father. Well, for us..." He was amazed when she managed to look even more sad. "Don't worry ma'am, he's a good man and took his role seriously. He took good care of us, even saved our lives more than once. I wouldn't trade him for anyone else in the world." Jatne watched the kid playing with his armor plates with a faint smile.
"Shame," She said suddenly. "I think you'd be a natural."
"Pardon?"
"A father, you were good with Talan. I admit I was nervous, but you've been very kind."
"Not the ruthless killer you expected?" He was, but this wasn't a battlefield, she didn't need to know that. A couple of the troopers looked warily at the scene. It must have been quite a sight, a clone commander appearing for all the world to casually share cakes with a woman, her child playing with his kit. He knew he would never forget this even if he could forget. The moment felt so close to normal, so close to a life he could see but couldn't grab. Everything was as close to pleasant as he could imagine, until the explosion.
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Re: 000: Just for Giggles

Post by Corsenna on Sat Nov 18, 2017 5:30 pm

"So Jatne," Ordo said the name suspiciously, he looked convinced but didn't sound like it. "First you come back from the dead, now you're from the future?"
"I don't understand,"
"Did you see a bright light and end up somewhere you hadn't been before?" Roxil asked.
"Yes, I was on Mandalore. How did I not notice..." Realization clicked in. "Exhaustion, dehydration, too many stims, no sleep for fifty two hours. My heads a mess. I should have seen it sooner, suddenly back on triple zero and there's no Empire, of course. Stranger, were you actually ready to take a blaster for me?"
"I only assumed it was a weapon, and I have every confidence it wouldn't hurt me. I'm resilient that way, so it wasn't entirely selfless. If it was a weapon it came down to me or you and I haven't seen any reason why you should die yet so I chose me."
"Thank you, vod. With my bucket off my head makes a nice wet target and my brothers don't miss,"
"Vowd..." Roxil repeated the word to herself as though that would reveal its meaning. "Anyway I'm a long way from home myself, all I've seen is city and flying creatures I probably can't eat." She patted her stomach and grinned. "Cities aren't good for hunting or sleeping."

It appeared Roxil had made a new friend in Jatne. The friendship of a Null ARC also awarded the friendship of their trainer and adoptive father Kal Skirata. The old man with a pronounced limp offered her a night in a vacant apartment above the Kragget, his favorite haunt. Roxil was also allowed to share a meal with the Nulls, like Roxil they had never eaten in a place like this. Though the group of men watched her warily, she had always been exceedingly attractive - male or female - but she had no idea how distressing that was to these soldiers.

The brilliantly red waitress brought out a massive platter of some meat strips, Kal called it Nerf, as well as a huge plate of eggs and a basket of bread. To the CSF onlookers it probably looked like enough food for twice as many people, but the seven soldiers and Roxil managed to clear every scrap with a quickness. Though the meal was filled with conversation, Roxil could nearly feel the discomfort radiating from the seven Nulls and Skirata. They had so many questions and Jatne didn't seem to know how to answer them, or like he was afraid to try. The questions asked about what Jatne had been doing on Mandalore and about the Empire he had mentioned seemed to make him the most uncomfortable and he wasn't very subtle about dodging them. 

They questioned Roxil about her history briefly, but many of her answers ended with them calling her a di'kut or or'dinii. One of them used a phase - kaysh mirsh solus - but Roxil didn't know what any of these words meant and they laughed whenever she asked. The only clue she got was a sympathetic look from Jatne each time they teased her. Jatne had also taken to calling her di'kut, but the way he said it sounded friendlier somehow. It wasn't until several hours later that Skirata would tell her the word meant idiot, or more literally someone that forgets to put pants on. Well, they didn't know how true the literal translation was, but Roxil didn't think she was an idiot.

Many of the Nulls had work to do, apparently they were meant to be in a state called cryostasis but they violently refused. As long as they weren't frozen command had decided to put them to use. Jatne was supposed to be dead, so he couldn't help them. Instead he stayed with his brothers Jaing and Kom'rk to listen to more of Roxil's stories. If nothing else they seemed to find the things she said splendidly amusing.

Kom'rk loved her stories of battles she fought in. Jatne was intrigued by what Roxil could recount of her world's history, culture, and geography. Jaing on the other hand marveled at, and continuously asked more about, her stories of a significantly more personal nature. He stared in disbelief when Roxil claimed to have seventy six wives, fifty two husbands, and dozens of children. She received even more scrutiny when she claimed to have lost count of his grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren. Their skepticism didn't get any lighter when she tried to explain that she was over four hundred years old - and usually a man - her children had more than enough time to have children of their own.

Regardless of their disbelief it seemed the thought of having lived centuries awed them. She was filled with sadness when she learned that they expected to live only half as long as a normal human, and that was if it was old age that got them in the end. Realistically they didn't seem to see a future beyond another decade at most. They looked like grown men to her, maybe in their late twenties. Roxil nearly cried when soldiers, trained since they could walk, were actually only eleven with the exception of the fourteen year old Jatne. 

It seemed cruel to her, millions of men factory grown just to fight and die in someone else's war. It reminded her in a way of the Dragon Blooded armies in Creation. Unlike the celestials, Dragon Blooded exaltations passed to offspring. They bred hundreds of thousands of soldiers to send to their deaths against the celestials. They just kept breeding until they could overwhelm the Solars and Lunars with sheer numbers. To Roxil, this was actually worse, at least Dragon Blooded soldiers were allowed to experience childhood, and they could choose not to be soldiers. This was an army of manufactured, flesh-and-blood human slaves. Roxil suppressed an urge to declare intentions to destroy this Republic. Her heart told her to crush, maim, and eviscerate; but she knew even she couldn't do that alone.
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"That isn't funny, Jatne was reconditioned. I was there."
"Buir, Nulls don't get reconditioned, not really. You know that."
"I saw them put his body in the incinerator. I know it was him, I remembered every damn scar he had, son." Skirata was definitely crying. "I don't know who you think you are impersonating one of my boys, or how you even knew him well enough-"
"Kal'buir, it's me. Look at my face, you knew my scars right? This one on my face, I got it in our first urban ops exercise." He pulled off his exposed shoulder plate and pulled back the body suit. "This one, remember when you clipped me with the Verp? You were apologizing for years."
"The one on your arm? Let me guess you got that one too? You've done a real nice job turning into him, but Jatne is dead."

Jatne chose not to mention just yet that he had lost the arm with the worst of his scars. He couldn't comprehend the only family he had thinking he was dead. His own brothers were threatening him now. Ordo had his blaster out, it made sense if they really believed he was an imposter. He knew, being one of them, the extent of a Null's loyalty. They would kill a brother clone without guilt if they thought he was taunting them with their dead brother's name. The tattooed woman stepped between Jatne and the blaster.
"I have no idea what's going on, but if that's a weapon I ask you to put it away." Jatne was glad the stranger couldn't see his face, he couldn't stop the tears.
"I will not stand by and let this man steal Jatne's-"
"I am Jatne! Look no other clones would know about the night you saved us, buir. When you gave us uj cake and taught us about our heritage. You called us sponges because we learned faster than you could think of what to teach us. When I shot Orun Wa for recommending our termination, Ordo stole your blaster but I was the one with a clear angle. I have the scar on my retina from the live ordinance experiment. I remember when N-04 and N-09 died, and when you named them anyway. Jehav and Mirci't, did you ever tell anyone but us? You even named the ones that didn't make it to incubation right?"
"That's impossible, I saw you die. You were locked up in medical, there was nothing I could do. Your brothers almost died trying to get you out. Shab, Jat'ika it's really you?"
"It's me Kal'buir,"
"You look so old, son." Kal hugged him tightly, and ruffled his hair noting the couple grey strands here and there. The relief made Jatne cry even more. He hadn't thought anything of it at first. His brothers' armed siege at the spaceport, Ordo's hair wasn't grey around the temples. Jaing didn't have his prized leather gloves, and Kal looked far younger than he had earlier that day. These were all details he should have noticed much sooner.
"They were trying to put you in cryo, did you just come from Geonosis?" His voice was so quiet Skirata strained to hear.
"Yes," Mereel said, still looking unsure.
"That's not possible, Geonosis was three years ago."
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000: Just for Giggles

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It had been over 200 years since Roxil had been in Creation. Over 200 years since he had interacted with another person, or even since he had been a person. He had no idea what had become of his companions since then. Fading Comet had killed Dunwe, but after that Roxil had run off into the wilderness in the haze of his Limit Break. He had been ashamed of himself, choosing an exile in the Wyld to collect his thoughts. That exile had become 400 years of hunting Raksha and Wyld tainted creatures. Today however, he finally responded to the prayers of his people.


The 5 foot tall cat crossed over the border into Creation, taking a deep breathe of the fresh air. Without hesitation he transitioned to his War Form - the 9 foot human/cat hybrid - stretching his humanoid arms and legs having grown unfamiliar with the feel of them. For 6 days and nights he barely rested, running at full speed to reach his southern-most village. He passed through the gates and kept running straight to the stairs of the temple where the people had carved out a statue of him. There was nothing that could be more exciting to him than seeing his people again for the first time in centuries. Some had noticed his return and he shifted to his female human shape -and put on her pants- to greet them, but didn't get the chance.


There was a flash of purple light before Roxil saw what she had experienced only once before; different this time in that her skin felt stiff and sore around his protective tattoos. She was surrounded by the high pitched whine of thousands of curious metallic creatures flying through the air around her. The buildings were so tall she couldn't see where they ended in the sky, when she looked down from the platform she was standing on she couldn't even see where they started. Some of the whining creatures came over her head to set down on the platform, there was some kind of commotion.


"Ma'am, this platform has been cordoned, it's a restricted area. No civilians. I've already called CSF, please remain where you are."

"Civilians? Where am I?" There was a lot of wind up here, for the first time in centuries Roxil wished she was fully clothed. "What's a see ess eff? How do you get to the Wyld from here?"

"Slow down, have you been on spice? It doesn't matter, I'm placing you under arrest."


"You misunderstand General Camas." A man's voice distracted Roxil. He stood out in his brown leather jacket against all the uniformed bodies. "I have no interest in making them cooperate. I said I will get them to come out peacefully. If you try to put my boys in the freezer again I will no longer be cooperating." He hooked his thumbs into his belt drawing attention to several items attached under his jacket that Roxil could only guess the function of. What he could tell, was that the man was clearly important. His mere presence seemed to make everyone around a little nervous. That was good, the officer was distracted. "Ord'ika, you've been naughty boys again, haven't you?" The older man called into the building as he approached it after a target brief argument with the general. Roxil suddenly bolted, she ran straight off the edge of the platform. She stayed in free fall for just over thirty seconds, then shifted. She chose the form of a Stryx a massive bird with a fifteen foot wingspan.


She only had a few feet of clearance on either side, but it was at least enough to glide rather than plummeting to her death.  She turned sideways, narrowly avoiding another stream of the flying creatures, when she passed one she could have sworn there was a person in it. She shifted back to her human form as she got closer to a small platform rolling through the landing with practiced ease. There was a locked sliding door, but she was able to pull it open with relative ease. 


Roxil managed to find a tunic that was too tight around the chest, and a pair of pants that were too short, but it would have to do. She casually went out to the hall and down a flight of stairs to a building that appeared to be a bar of some kind. In the bar, she saw something truly spectacular. There was a woman with vibrant red skin, she had no hair but two flexible tail-like growths on her head. There were people with various insect faces, and one creature taller than Roxil that was covered in fur. 


"Hey beautiful," She said to the red woman putting on her prettiest face. "I seem to be a little lost, could you point me to the Wyld border?"
"I...have no idea what you're trying to ask me," She seemed annoyed by something. Roxil heard several men standing up behind him and a whirring sound he couldn't identify.
"Ma'am, need help with this lady? Listen pal I don't like roughing up a lady, but this place has standards. Couldn't even bother with a pair of shoes, miss?" It was the same old man from the landing platform walking in, he had a very pronounced limp. Behind him were six men wearing white armor coated in red dirt. They all had a single pauldron and heavy leather hanging from their belts the only discernable difference between them being the colors of their pauldrons and belt spats.

"Buir, why didn't you call me? Why didn't you tell me they tried to put my brothers on ice?" Everyone turned to look at the newcomer. One by one they removed their helmets, all the armored men had the same face and the same shocked expression. "Vode, you look like you're seeing a ghost. Did you think I'd forget how to pilot a fighter?" He tapped his head with two fingers. "I don't forget anything, just like you."
"Jat'ika?" The old man asked, he sounded like he was crying but Roxil couldn't tell.
"Last I checked... yes? I haven't been reconditioned since we last spoke,"


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