"Ka'ra, Why Are All The Corries So Murder-y? No, I Do Not Need You To Stab Someone Vod. And You Are Good

Never seen a more "fine" battalion in my life.

The CG, all day, every day.

"Thank you for telling me, vod, I assume Tumbler knew seeing as he seems to be taking a certain level of glee in the situation?"

Bite's heard similar stories, but every time, they make his blood boil and stomach roll. He'd learned early to expect harm from the Kaminoans and Cuy'val Dar, but their brothers? They were supposed to be safe.

"Alright, he's ready for transport, I need both of you to help me get him to the medbay without jostling him as much as possible. Ready? Let's go."

(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.

Tumbler, vod, calm it. I'm freaking out just as much as you, but I refuse to scare off this kid. Also, I've seen him around before on stealth missions. I'm pretty sure he tried to shoot me once. He has almost the same biology as us, just smaller. He eats the same.

If he can get between outer rim planets for beroya jobs, he can get to Coruscant. And well, I kind of assumed if anyone knew how he got in here, it would be you.

@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?

I know, Fett'ika. Did you know that I'm scared of the Kaminoans, too? But they aren't here in this base. This is guard territory, and we look out for our own. And you can be a part of that, if you want to be? No one will do anything to you you don't want us to.

@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?

Once Bite finally reaches the room, he knocks on the door, "Vod, it's me, I'm coming in." The door opens with little effort, and Bite finally has eyes on the trooper. Mouse is curled up on the sofa with an empty plate covered in crumbs resting next to him. For such a small man, Bite is still surprised by how much smaller he could make himself. "Hey there vod'ika, what do you need from me right now?"

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."

"On my way. Can I get in through the front or should I find my own way?"

Bite is immediately on edge. The attached location is the quarters of a senator on the list, and he doesn't know how bad it may be when he arrives. The attached vitals are elevated but not dangerously so, and even then, that doesn't make Bite any more assured about what he might find.

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."

"I'll make you a list."

Bite snaps before shaking himself. This is Tumbler, his vod. He has seen for himself how protective the trooper gets over the rest of the corries, but he guesses he kind of forgot that he was technically included in that group now.

"Sorry, I didn't - anyway, the fresh stuffs a 'thank you for playing' from the red guard. Apparently, they checked my files after someone told one of them about me and decided I'd make a fun punching bag, seeing as they haven't managed to get their hands on a trooper with my training before."

Bite would never admit it, but it was nice to be recognised as a skilled fighter again, the corries only really knew him as a medic, but he didn't make it through multiple simultaneous training tracks at Kamino and make up part of one of the GARs most accomplished stealth squads for people to forget he used to be more. The red guard beat the crap out of him, given they were fully armoured and he was one clone fighting in only his blacks, but after he got in some good hits, they at least considered him enough of a threat to switch on thier weapons.

"And the braces? Kaminoan intervention, only way to keep me useful, pushed for by my old commander who almost tried getting a jedi involded to get them to no decomm me. Mission gone wrong."

There was no way Bite was elaborating further than that right now. He hissed in pain as he tied off the bandage he'd wrapped around the burn he'd gotten from one of the shabuir's force pikes.

"....You're not meant to look like that." || Bleeding Prompt!||

(@corrie-guard-tumbler)

"Not meant to look like what, Tumbler?"

Bite was in the barracks, just trying to fix up anything in urgent need of his attention after the latest round of Specialist Trooper VS Red Guard, a 'fun' game the chancellor's pets liked to pull any guard with additional training into.

It was only because of the injuries that the skanah aran had left him with that Bite was out of the majority of his blacks in the barracks for the first time since he arrived. He'd had absolutely no intention of showing anyone other than the other medics the complex pieces of metal that held together his right knee or left shoulder if he didn't have to. And now he has remembered why.

"If you've got an issue with the braces, take it up with the Kaminoans."

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."

I got punched for calling a clone Soft. Why yall hate that word ?

Tell me this, would you call a natborn solider soft? Would you call a natborn veteran who has seen years of war, who has watched people give their lives to save yours with no thanks, soft? Most clones have, on average, 10 years of combat training and have seen active combat. We can't be soft, or we would be dead.

['Corse Crane]

(Wow thanks Bite)