I Can't Say Much, But Medics Talk To Each Other. Fett'ika Hasn't Let A Brother With A Medics Insignia

Bite ajusted the straps of the triage kit on his back as he sizes up the guard on the door.

"He's got some sort of training, hired muscle most likely. Knock him out quietly. He doesn't look the type to cause an issue."

Bite looks back at the obscured faces of the rest of the group, anticipation and focus reflected in each of them. They had been working to try and save Tumbler for a while, and the exhaustion was obviously creeping up on them, but it could wait. Once they had their vod back, then they could rest.

[It's go time! :D @squad380 @guard-crane ]

Admick has a feeling today is going to be a bad one.

Easy gig, Birean said. Just guard the complex and don't let anyone out, they said. Well, nowhere did that moron mention they were keeping a semi-feral clone contained where it didn't want to be!

Admick only saw it once and he promptly wished he never did in the first place. It was a shift change, them switching out with the Rattataki guards the Senator had overseeing the complex and he lingered around just to see what the screw ups got as punishment for failing to keep the entire area hush hush.

He assumes the room is meant to look like a barracks but all he saw was a slaughter room. Blood stained the floors, the unused bed was beyond any cleaning beside a furnace and the clone?

There was no hint of life or person in those eyes, when met them by mistake. He felt assessed and cornered until the doors shut and the sounds of muffled screaming began. And the worst part? The Rattataki found it hilarious.

'Must be feeling energetic today!' What the actual kriff?

At least the damn thing is leaving tomorrow, Admick thinks to himself as he remains unaware of the approaching group of disguised Clones.

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['Corse Crane]

(Wow thanks Bite)

Mouse has left a small box where he knows one of the medics will find it-- inside there's a handwritten note apologizing for the trouble he's caused, a voucher for a six-person trip to an all-you-can-eat buffet, and a little wooden figurine of a tooka

"Hey, Sir, I found something while checking the vent just outside. It looks like it is for us!"

Bite turns the little box over in his hands after shouting to his CMO from the door. The little figurine inside looks hand carved, and the voucher is enough for all the medics that were on duty during the last rough shift to eat out on one of the middle levels.

"It's an apology, for 'causing trouble'."

One of the other medics, Plex, speaks up.

"I bet you the next prison callout it was the orikih vod'ika we had in here the other day with Tumbler. The kid cut himself out of his restraints and tried to drag both himself and Tumbler out of the medbay."

"I won't be taking that bet vod. Only shines still apologise to the medics. Everyone else realises we just tell them to quit apologising for being hurt." the CMO retorts.

After hearing the other medics recount the situation, Bite promises himself that if he ever sees this littlest brother of his, he will make sure he understands he has nothing to apologise for. But in the meantime, his medic brothers definitely could use the pick-me-up.

"Thank you, vod'ika."

Thanks for the heads up, vod'ika, I'll alert the medbay. Anything urgent, life threatening, or that I otherwise should know? If not, I'll let you know when they are all in our hands.

@corrie-bite Sir, I'm getting an incoming transmission from the current patrol. It seems that they came across a riot in the making and put a stop to it, but they got a bit banged up doing it. We've got 7 incoming troopers who need medical attention.

Well, if the siren is sounded, there's no point keeping the Rattataki alive for stealths sake. Bite lunges at the guard, blade flashing. He'd studied up on Rattataki physiology before the mission and now uses that to strike at a few non-lethal points before moving in for the throat.

From the security room, Bite has access to the cameras set up to keep the area secure. As he starts trying to locate any remaining Rattataki that Crane hadn't distracted he finds a live feed, on it, a glimpse of the vod they had been looking for.

"Vod'e, I think you might want to see this..."

[@squad380 @guard-crane]

With the help of Bite and the element of surprise, with Crane jumping down from the rafters, Their able to get the jump on the guards quickly and quietly.

Crane gestures to Bite to retreat to where the rest of the squad was. Crane was going to cause a distraction, and needed no other vode to get involved.

“Trust me.” Is all Crane signalled, ‘force I should have thought of something better,’ before opening the door. 

“Hey! Sorry I was looking for the fresher, could you point me in it’s detection?”

Cranes then books it down the opposite side of the hallway, being chased by 3 of the Rattataki that were in the room, hopefully leaving Tumbler unguarded or at least less guarded.

Force if this doesn’t kill him, Forge sure as hells will.

(go get him!! @corrie-bite @squad380 also @corrie-guard-tumbler 👀)

"I. Don't. Care. I don't give a tooka's shebs about whether this is an order or not. I know what she is, I have personally let her try to bodily tear me apart and what I dealt with from her isn't a drop in the cup of the hell this demagolka has put Tumbler through. The chancellor won't hear about a raid because I'm not karking suggesting one! I'm a stealth trooper. No one would know I was there, and there would be no evidence we were ever involved! Do you genuinely think i'm stupid enough to risk the rest of the Guard over this?! I can do it, and I can do it without clone casualties, which is more than you can say, given that you are willing to let Tumbler die!"

If Nickel doesn't back down soon, the clone is going to end up finding out why Bite is called Bite.

*BZZZZZZT*

If anyone is getting this, I need back-up! This is CT-3996, I am on level 105, I am being chased by unknow-KARK!

*There's a thud and grunt, then a quick scramble of action. As if the speaker had fallen and quickly gotten back up and ran afterwards. There's some voices in the background, muffled and inaudible*

I don't know who the suspects are or if they are gang affiliated, they are wearing concealing face-wear and no verbal confirmation of Separatist allegiance!

*There's a brief lapse of silence as Tumbler seems to be ducking around obstacles, huffing as runs from the assailants. They are getting closer and a blaster sounds off, earning a panicked curse from the Guard*

OSIK! VODE, THEY'RE AN INSIDE JOB! THEY ARE DIRECTING ME AWAY FROM MY KNOWN ESCAPE ROUTES, THEY ISOLATED ME FROM OTHER PATROLS! THEY-

*A another round of blasters before Tumbler is seemingly hit, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. His bucket records his unsteady breathing until footsteps are heard approaching*

Time to come home to our Lady, pet.

*The last recording before Tumbler's signal vanishes ends*

"Alright vod'ika, one step at a time. First, I need you to tell me whether you have any injuries other than those scratches that I need to worry about. Third, I need you to let me know whether you want me to deal with your scratches here or back at base."

Bite is now close enough to see the haphazard way Mouse's armour has been strapped on and the look in his eye that screams hurt.

"May I sit with you vod'ika?"

Mouse is lounging on a plush couch in a senator's private chambers, trying to ignore what happened before the senator in question left him alone. Her name and face are a blur, same as the touches she left on his skin. There is a platter on the table that he is looking for food to fill with. It's almost as an afterthought that he pings the Guard comm channel. "Hey, can someone come....come be with me? I don't wanna be alone. Sending location and vitals now."

(from: Mouse, @squad380)

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

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

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

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

:Incoming Message from: CT-3996, Guard Trooper Tumbler:

Gotta ask, did they send you to us because we have the "cushy" job?

- @corrie-guard-tumbler

To be honest, I don't know. I was drugged out of my head for most of the decision-making process. Although I do know that if nothing else is true, the fact that Coruscant is a static base and that I was less likely to have to carry a trooper like a rag doll for 50+ klicks to an extraction point were definitely important factors.

That and well, I think Commander Blackout felt better sending me to a post he could visit.