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'Yes. Medic follow. Remember, no contact."

Bite's vision goes red as he stares at the blood staind floors for a few seconds before redirecting that anger at the door guards. The slim, wicked sharp blade he managed to keep a hold of over time slices through air and skin as if they were the same. The guard outside was just hired help. These guys were Rattataki, they new exactly what was happening, and they found glee in it. For that, even the medic will show no mercy.

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.

Bite signs back, 'Open on 3', before moving up next to the other side of the frame. He nodded to Crane before unlocking the keypad and opening the door.

He slips in, steps silent, into the stagnant air on the other side. The old florescent lights lined the hallway, casting twisted shadows across every surface.

'Clear. Advance.'

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.

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.

At that, Bite punches '41 lightly in the arm.

"Quit it. No one is going to die. You are Coruscant Guard, best of the best, have some damn faith in yourself."

Bite steps closer to the table to start properly examining the map of the area the complaints are from. It's one of the lowest levels, with few speeder lanes and even fewer cameras. He'll have to do a proper casing of the building itself once it has been identified, but Bite is already putting together how to get to and from the level without alerting the wrong people.

"The lack of cameras on the level will make avoiding detection easier, but with how few citizens on those levels own speeders, we are going to need a different way down if we want to remain discreet. The elevators don't offer a quick enough escape if things go wrong, so... suggestions? I haven't been planet side as long as some of you so you many know of something I don't."

*INCOMING COMM*

This is a private frequency I’ve sent out across the guards comms. I think I know where to find CT-3996, Tumbler, I’m asking all guards who can to help, I’m asking all Vode who know anything to help.

I’ve left cords on where to find me, now let’s find Tumbler!

Crane put down the comm, all there was left to do was wait. Was crane nervous? Obviously, none of the Corrie’s really knew him yet and he’s asking for their help to find a vod who most think is dead.

He does truly hope help will come, but if not, Crane is fully prepared to go it alone. No matter what Forge says, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him…. Probably.

"We will if we make a plan, admittedly, I'm still waiting on approval from Nickel for this, but a little pre-mission planning never hurt anyone."

'Probably saved a few lives,' Bite thought to himself as he walked into the commandeered meeting room.

"We need to keep this discreet either way, or it will be a clone bloodbath courtesy of the Chancellor."

*INCOMING COMM*

This is a private frequency I’ve sent out across the guards comms. I think I know where to find CT-3996, Tumbler, I’m asking all guards who can to help, I’m asking all Vode who know anything to help.

I’ve left cords on where to find me, now let’s find Tumbler!

Crane put down the comm, all there was left to do was wait. Was crane nervous? Obviously, none of the Corrie’s really knew him yet and he’s asking for their help to find a vod who most think is dead.

He does truly hope help will come, but if not, Crane is fully prepared to go it alone. No matter what Forge says, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him…. Probably.

"I know vod'ika, but we sent out an ARF trooper the second we got the news and they found nothing, right now we need you here incase we finally get a lock on the location. Your ARF status will be essential in a complex situation like this one. If you need to do something, tell the tech boys what you found and have them search Vyrims account transactions for anything similar to or related to what you found. The second we can go get Tumbler, I will tell you, but that isn't possible if you are 20 klicks from base chasing a cold trail."

Bite wants nothing more than to send Mouse to the streets with his mastiff in an attempt to find Tumbler quicker, but with the real chance that there will be no trail and no results when they tried before, it isn't worth loosing Mouse as a potential asset when the time comes.

Mouse approaches Bite with a folder. "I was snooping around and found a couple things-- well really only one thing, just a note, everything else in the folder is my own ramblings and attempts to find connections-- but the note's something about a really impressively large sum of money and some sort of large pet. But-- I just want you to have this, so it doesn't get lost while I'm out on my ill-advised rampage"

Bite takes the folder from Mouse's hands, already trying to figure out how this information could help him locate Tumbler.

"And where do you intend to go on your 'ill-advised rampage' vod? Because we don't have a location for Tumbler or Senator Vyrim right now and if you run off to cause havoc not only will you not be permitted to join the extraction team, you may also get yourself killed."

He knows his words are harsh, his kih'vod usually someone he tries to keep a nicer tone with, but right now Tumbler takes priority and Bite can not afford to get distracted with trying to keep an eye on his obviously distressed vod as well as providing specialist insight on extraction plans and tactics to the command staff and working with the tech boys on information gathering and processing.

"I know you are angry, kark. I'm furious, but right now, Tumbler needs you as level-headed as you can manage. Can you control yourself until we have a plan, trooper?"

Mouse approaches Bite with a folder. "I was snooping around and found a couple things-- well really only one thing, just a note, everything else in the folder is my own ramblings and attempts to find connections-- but the note's something about a really impressively large sum of money and some sort of large pet. But-- I just want you to have this, so it doesn't get lost while I'm out on my ill-advised rampage"

Bite takes the folder from Mouse's hands, already trying to figure out how this information could help him locate Tumbler.

"And where do you intend to go on your 'ill-advised rampage' vod? Because we don't have a location for Tumbler or Senator Vyrim right now and if you run off to cause havoc not only will you not be permitted to join the extraction team, you may also get yourself killed."

He knows his words are harsh, his kih'vod usually someone he tries to keep a nicer tone with, but right now Tumbler takes priority and Bite can not afford to get distracted with trying to keep an eye on his obviously distressed vod as well as providing specialist insight on extraction plans and tactics to the command staff and working with the tech boys on information gathering and processing.

"I know you are angry, kark. I'm furious, but right now, Tumbler needs you as level-headed as you can manage. Can you control yourself until we have a plan, trooper?"

(from: @squad380) for Spotify wrapped starters/asks: 27

[Nice, song 27: Panic Room by Au/Ra]

Bite wakes with a jolt and a loud swear, tumbling from his top bunk and groaning as he lands on the previously distant floor.

"Kriff, one night of uninterrupted sleep in all I ask for." Bite mumbles in staggered, sharp breaths, aware of the vode sleeping around him. He pushes himself up on shaking limps as the adrenaline from his nightmare continues to rage through him.

In the darkness of the barracks, Bite could have sworn he was somewhere else, the cold floor only serving to help his mind send him places he never wants to think of again. Only the steady breathing of sleeping clones, intrupted by the sounds of rustling sheets and creeking frames, grounds him in the room.

Even now, Bite can feel the panic in his throat, and the images of past horrors flash across his vision. The shaking has spread throughout his entire body, and his breathing is still uneven. With each thunderous beat of his heart, Bite moved further into the shadows of his mind.

"Vod, if Mouse had hit any harder, the man would be dead already. And if nothing else, the vod'ika doesn't need the blood on his hands. Not unless it's nessasary."

Bite knows what that feels like. Sometimes, regardless of how nessasary it was, or how nuch they deserved it, the lives you take can weigh on you. As they reach the doors to the medbay and an organised chaos takes over as Vayne is take off them and immediately being assessed, Bite take a final look at the two before him.

"We've got it from here. I'll let you know when we have dealt with his condition. Tumbler, it would be appreciated if you could check Mouse over for me, if that's ok with both of you. Oh, and Mouse? Thank you for calling. I'm really glad you did."

(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.

"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.

Alright, info sent ahead, with Mouse's additional history tagged on. Mouse is tense, very tense. Understandable for the situation, but Bite assumes there is more to it than simple fear for the clone before them. As he gets to work to prepare Vayne for transport, he speaks.

"No one is going to let you get hurt for this, vod. You know the corrie's will consider it self defense, it won't be hard to blame anything that needs to go in official records on the anti-clone group that have been escalated recently. We will do all we can to help him, I swear. What is your relationship with him? And don't look at me like that. There is no lying to me."

(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.

Knowing the most likely reason for the blood, Bite refuses to lie to his vod.

"I will try my best to stabilise him, but you and Tumbler need to help me get him to the medbay now. I can not fix this here, and I may still not be able to even once we are in the medbay. He'll probably need surgery, vod."

Two broken ankles, major bruising, concussion, and ear-bleed, most likely caused by an internal disruption of the ear canal, hence most likely a cracked skull. Bite is going to need all hands on deck once he gets to the medbay and, as such, sends out an alert in the medics channel.

"Who is Vayne, vod? I need to access his medical files, preferably before I reach the medbay."

(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.

(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.

"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."

"Alright, vod, if you feel up for it, I'm going to help you up and get you back to base. I can either take you to the medbay or to the bunks? I can even take you to the medics bunks if you want the privacy. When we get there, with your permission, I'd like to check you over properly."

Bite is being cautious now. He remembers the last time Mouse was in the medbay and will try to avoid a repeat to the best of his ability. Right now, he is willing to take his vod'ika anywhere as long as it is safer than here.

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."

"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."

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."

( ^^^ definitely go follow these brilliant vod'ike they will definitely keep you on your toes! )

(pspspsps, Mouse and friends now have a blog at @squad380 )

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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."