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'So that's what Fox meant about not minding a squeeze...' Bite thought to himself, assessing the trooper poking out the ceiling.

"I appreciate the warnings, I know kark all about these vents so what you say goes on the droids. And don't worry about the stretcher, wasn't intending on trying that, too bulky, don't move fast enough. Wanted to ensure there was a way to get to an injury even if the situations a little complicated."

Was Bite rambling, he thought he was rambling. The trooper had him pinned with his eyes and while Fox let him know when he arrived he'd have to earn being a Corrie he really wasn't sure how and he really couldn't afford to loose the trust of potential patients before he even gained it in the first place.

"CMO let me know when I arrived. Sometimes, he and the other medics can't get to a patient because the roots blocked, so I thought it was worth investigating. Thanks for the info... actually is it ok if I call you Vod or would you rather I use your name? Should have asked."

Bite has managed to get more flustered in the last week with the Guard than on any ops mission in recent memory. New rules, new brothers, and a whole lot of new medical files to learn.

Hey Vod, you Tumbler? One of the commanders sent me when I asked about covert routes through the senate. Apparently, you are the guy to ask? Kark, I completely forgot to introduce myself; names Bite, transfer from GAR stealth ops, combat medic. Nice to meet ya.

(Feel free to ignore)

Tumbler pops his head out of the vent like a demented Jack in the Box, casually crooking his elbow to rest on the lining of it, dust and cobwebs coating him from bucket to boots probably. A spider skitters across his visor as he stares down at Bite.

There seems to be something heavy about the gaze he levels on the former GAR vod, almost assessing and most certainly judging. After all, Tumbler did not have the highest opinions of the GAR. But, a vod is a vod.

"Well, don't know about Covert routes...I just know eighty-five percent of the Senate Rotunda and Senator Suites ventilation system, none of which are wide enough to fit a hover stretcher. If you're planning to traverse the vents, you need to be willing to befriend droids and know when to back the kark off because they can literally cause a vent to collapse with you in it and make it look like an accident. So no kriffing Droid hate, my relationship would be called into question with them if you mess up."

He pulls himself out of the vent and allows gravity to yank him down to the ground, landing safely as he stands tall and folds his arms. One hand lifts to point at Bite.

"You also need to be good with insects crawling over you and being prepared to fight off whatever poisonous pet that a Senator's lost."

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.

(Mission impossible theme starts playing)

"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*

Manda give me strength.

Bite has treated POWs in the field before. Brothers caught by separatists that were deemed worth retrieving and even Jedi who were being torn apart for their information. This was different. What those prisoners went through, the pain they faced, was just a tool to get what they wanted in the eyes of the CIS. This was pure sadism.

The first thing Bite saw was the blood. The varied reds and browns reached every corner of the room, the brightest hues drawing his gaze to the centre. And there stood Tumbler, restrained and wounded, surrounded by gore. The clone had obviously been fighting, defensive wounds covering his body bearly discernable from the ones inflicted with much more intent.

It was the eyes that left Bite so unbalanced, all higher level thought seemingly locked away deep within, leaving only base instinct and unadulterated fear. If they wanted to get Tumbler out of here quick, then Bite had a difficult time ahead.

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 👀)

[To whoever sent the ask saying, "I love you and your brothers," I'm sorry I have accidentally managed to delete the ask after answering it, so here is what I had intended to respond with:]

"Um, thank you?"

Bite had had weirder and much more unpleasant things said to him before by Coruscanti citizens, but few of them left his feeling as confused and wrong footed as this. He could only pray to Mand'alors long past that this wasn't one of those clone groupies his brothers had told him about.

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.

haran- hell “The Fett name puts the very fear of haran up the aruetiise.” (Order 66)

jari'eyc-ugly (lit: wrecked)

nibral-loser "And you’re not strolling in your fancy Kuati park now, so shift your shebs, you lazy little nibral.” (Order 66)

bev'ikase- dicks/penises “What a bunch of useless bev’ikase.” (Order 66)

gett'se-nuts/balls/testicles “Besany, if he moves, blow his gett’se off." (Order 66)

osik-shit “Doesn’t that scare the osik out of you?” "About kama fashions or some such osik.” (True Colors)

osik'la-shitty “You didn’t think some osik’la Imperial encryption could keep us out forever, did you?” (501st)

mir'osik- dumbass, shit for brains “Nice shooting, mir’osik,” Darman called to the gunner from the 14th. (Order 66)

shab-fuck “Well, shab-face, here’s where you find out that trooper armor isn’t as hardened as Katarn kit …” “Who the shab trained you?” (Order 66)

shabla- fucking “Fi, I’m going to break your shabla neck …”

shabii'gar- fuck you “Shabii’gar,” Niner snapped, and tossed the comlink back at A’den.(True Colors)

Ne shab'rud'ni! - don't fuck with me!

shebs,shebse-ass,asses “Dar! You’re going to be as wrinkled as a strill’s shebs if you stay in there much longer.”(501st)

mir'sheb-smartass “Okay, mir’sheb, you got a better idea?” (True Colors)

Nar'sheb!- Shove it up your ass!

Kovid lo'shebs'ul narit!-Put your head up your ass!

Kote lo'shebs'ul narit!-Shove glory up your ass!

motla'shebs-A rat's mott's ass "The Grand Army didn’t give a motla’shebs about how clones liked to be addressed, on the record at least." (True Colors)

sheb’urcyin-ass-kisser "Sheb’urcyin … aruetii.” (501st)

shabuir- fucker/motherfucker “As long as it’s not some Death Watch shabuir.” (501st)

shabuire-fuckers/motherfuckers"“And I just want to remind you shabuire that I’ve played meat-cans before.” (501st)

shabu'droten- fuck everyone/ a collective of fuckers “Shabu’droten,” Skirata muttered, and walked away. (Triple Zero)

Sooran, shab-suck on it/that (sooranir (verb) means “to suck”)

usen'ye-piss off/fuck off/go away “Usen’ye.” It was the crudest way to tell someone to go away in Mando’a" “And you lot can clear off. This is trooper business. Get lost! Usen’ye!” (Triple Zero,True Colors)

MANDALORIAN LORE OF THE DAY: SW NOVEL-CANON FOUL LANGUAGE (PART 1)

I- crimes :) We can commit boop crimes!

"Medics bunks then. You can use the sonic, and then I'll take a look at your injuries."

Bite slowly gets close enough to catch Mouse if he falls, and they start walking back to base. While they walk, he sends a comm to the duty medic to let him know he is off call to deal with something before turning back to Mouse.

"Want me to comm anyone vod'ika? I've heard you've got some protective ori'vode around if you want them with you."

At this point, they have reached the door to the medics bunks, Bite knows they should be empty at this time, so he walks straight in.

"Fresher is the door at the end, I know they may not fit, but I have some blacks you can borrow until we can get you yours. Go and get washed up. You look like you are trying to run away from your skin there 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."