"I Agree That This Isn't Going To Be As Simple As A Sedative, With The Adrenaline In His System As Well

There are a lot of troopers in the guard with training the guard aren't supposed to have, ARCs for sure, but I don't know of any other stealth troopers in the guard either, so... let's just not tell the brass, yeah?

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Wait...we have arc troopers in the Guard?

They ALLOWED THAT?

- @corrie-guard-tumbler

There are no ARC troopers in the guard, they leave them for legions/battalions on the battle field. but there are a few of us with ARC training, such as Fox, Thire and myself.

This technically extends to other factions. Captain Rex also had ARC training without changing from Clone Trooper status to ARC status.

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

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

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

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

[DECEIVE] The sender tells a lie in order to protect the receiver || Bite was hoping for a quiet shift, though a shift as the on call medic for the senate is never quiet. As soon as Bite saw a senator getting a bit too close to his vod, he sped up to intervene. "Sir, I see that you seem to be asking this trooper for some assistance. I regret to inform you that it is unable to complete any alternative taskings at this time. I can assist you with anything you need to the best of my ability."

"Oooh? CT-3996, why didn't you tell me you were occupied? Were you hoping someone would tattle on lil ol' me?"

Tumbler would appear unaffected at first glance, settled in perfect parade rest but Bite would see how Tumbler is digging his fingers hard into his forearms, hidden behind and out of sight of the Senator, hiding his building fear and discomfort as the Senator trails her hand under where his chin would be, safe beneath his bucket.

"I was unaware, Senator Vyrim. Forgive this Trooper, it's holocomm may be inoperable and missed a situation that requires their attention."

He hopes, prays even, to whatever damned deity or greater being or even the sith-damned Force that the Senator drops the matter. Senator Vyrim was too alike Sly Moore for Tumbler to truly dismiss and disassociate from, the Rattataki Senator sharing the same pale tone and eye colour, with her tattoos and bejeweled skin the only difference from the Umbaran female.

The second Bite hears the recording he ditches his meal and sprints faster than he ever has to the room a follow-up broadcast indicated all troopers with information should report to immediately. Blood roars in his ears, ka'ra he doesn't think he has ever heard Tumbler so scared. He almost slides across the floor as he plants his feet outside the meeting room, and before he has even caught his breath, he forces open the door.

"What do we know?"

A mix of officers, ARF scouts, comms and baseline troopers were all crowded around the central table that was covered in maps, personnel lists and the odd stream of code from those trying to hack the missing vods signal. It's one of the riot troopers he knows from their last trip to the medbay that acknowledges him.

"Not much, Comms have pinpointed the exact location of the transmission, but we still haven't been able to regain contact. Narrowing down the list of individuals that Tumbler has enough contact with to justify the amount of knowledge they have has been slow given the amount of Senate shifts he takes. There are a couple of ARF scouts out with mastiffs trying to find a trail, but no luck so far."

Bite nods his thanks to the scout before joining the rest of the group around the table. The transcript has little useful information, Tumbler obviously unable to report specifics with so many unknowns, but it isn't the transcript of Tumblers voice that catches his eye.

"Lady. Pet. Oh, by the Ka'ra if this is who I think it might be, then manda let us find him soon"

We are coming for you Tumbler.

*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*

Oh by the kara!

Send me your location and I'll come get you vod'ika, but you owe me a clip of the holocam footage I know you have of Amidala and Skywalker because my other vod'ika doesn't belive me when I say they are still seeking around the senate as if they can hide.

Update:

I am pinned under a utility droid and NOW FIVE MOUSE DROIDS.

Acid, Ticktack, B-307, Squeak and Pam came across us and Ringerbeep must've said SOMETHING because they all took kriffing turns zapping each other and now they're cuddling Ringerbeep who THEY RE-ZAPPED.

...

I really need to use the washroom.

I can't say much, but medics talk to each other. Fett'ika hasn't let a brother with a medics insignia anywhere near him in... a while. I've got your back in this, but you may need to talk to him before I try to get involved. I worry if we spook him, he'll run, and I don't want him to get hurt if he doesn't trust any of the vod'e medics to patch him back up again.

@corrie-bite @corrie-guard-tumbler @cc1010fox

My apologies for interrupting, sirs, but it would appear that a feral Boba Fett (@youngfett) has stumbled across the barracks, and he's wounded. I understand that I need to learn to take initiative, but I figured that it's different for Boba, you know? I mean... He's Prime's kid. After the fiasco with Aurra Sing, I want to make sure that he's got people in his corner, and who better for that than the vod'e?

We will keep them for observation a little longer and move up the next checks to make sure there are no side effects. Thanks for the intel vod'ika, we've got them from here.

@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.

"Hey there vod'ika, it's Bite, you are with your brothers, you are safe."

Bite had spotted the glinting metal the second he'd gotten close enough to be able to clearly see his vod. The only thing keeping him upright being the anger now renewed in his veins.

"What do you need from me, vod? Because if I'm being truthful, I don't want to let you out of my sight right now."

The painkillers he'd been given were fogging up his brain, he knew he should probably get Tumbler settled before he collapsed, but if he couldn't figure out a way to ground him before then, Bite would just have to keep trying from the floor.

[DECEIVE] The sender tells a lie in order to protect the receiver || Bite was hoping for a quiet shift, though a shift as the on call medic for the senate is never quiet. As soon as Bite saw a senator getting a bit too close to his vod, he sped up to intervene. "Sir, I see that you seem to be asking this trooper for some assistance. I regret to inform you that it is unable to complete any alternative taskings at this time. I can assist you with anything you need to the best of my ability."

"Oooh? CT-3996, why didn't you tell me you were occupied? Were you hoping someone would tattle on lil ol' me?"

Tumbler would appear unaffected at first glance, settled in perfect parade rest but Bite would see how Tumbler is digging his fingers hard into his forearms, hidden behind and out of sight of the Senator, hiding his building fear and discomfort as the Senator trails her hand under where his chin would be, safe beneath his bucket.

"I was unaware, Senator Vyrim. Forgive this Trooper, it's holocomm may be inoperable and missed a situation that requires their attention."

He hopes, prays even, to whatever damned deity or greater being or even the sith-damned Force that the Senator drops the matter. Senator Vyrim was too alike Sly Moore for Tumbler to truly dismiss and disassociate from, the Rattataki Senator sharing the same pale tone and eye colour, with her tattoos and bejeweled skin the only difference from the Umbaran female.

"You've been here too long! Do you understand how it sounds to everyone else when you declare a brother a lost cause?! You are so used to all this pain and death that you have just given up! You call me frontie like my service record is something to be ashamed of, but just maybe if you put aside your raging bias for 10 minutes you'd realise the fact I'm not originally Coruscant Guard is exactly why I know this time will be different!"

Bite could feel the solid durasteel table, unrelenting under the tough material of his barely broken in gloves, the thick fibres the only thing insulating his adrenaline flushed skin from the icy metal under his palms. He took a deep, shaking breath before continuing.

"I have real blood on my hands from missions you don't have the clearance to even think about, I have faced droids, natborns, and everything in between. I swore to my squad I would try my best to fit in with the Guard but if being a Guard means accepting the death of your vod'e because you are too wounded by this planet to even try save them anymore, you can take back your welcome and send me to be decommissioned. Kamino can have me if this is my future, and if I'm going to die anyway then why shouldn't I try to save Tumbler, a vod who has welcomed me and stood by me and wanted to protect me since I arrived before I go."

Bite's voice grew colder the longer spoke, the need to lash out at the man telling him to just give up who stood before him, a man who has been so utterly destroyed by the planet he was made to protect. Later, Bite might try to explain to Nickel what he was thinking during this fight, but now, the only thing he wanted was to tear this mans comforting, stagnant hell to shreds, and make him see what he is doing by giving in to the weight of his nightmares.

*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*

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