"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.
"I'm sorry sir, It was my fault, I got involved, I thought I could help and now I'm karking damaged again and Tumbler is worse off than he would have been if I'd just stayed out of it. He did nothing wrong, sir, I'm the faulty one."
Bite is panicking now, his cybernetic braces too broken from the senators earlier attempts to remove them as they'd 'clash with her jewellery' to hold him up, but there was no chance he was getting back in that bed, especially now he knew he'd not only made himself useless but he'd broken his code and gotten one of his brothers, one of the only ones that had truly tried to accept him, hurt, badly.
"I need to help. How can I help?"
[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.
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.
[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.
"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.
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.
Later, when Bite has a rare down moment in the bunks, he carefully peels the sticker off the front of his chest plate before turning it over and pasting it inside.
"Thanks, vod..."
*gives the corrie guard stickers*
( Mun you have liberty to pick what every Corrie guard got as a sticker )
Tumbler stares at the collection of stickers gifted to him and looks back up at the Natborn.
"Uh...thanks for the stickers, sir/ma'am. I'll be sure to distribute these among the Guard evenly. If you have need of our service, please contact our head office."
With a salute and quick turn, Tumbler walks out of sight. Then he sprints, grin manic as he begins to assault vode with stickers to the bucket or shell.
A small cartoonish Massif with adorable eyes is slapped onto the side of Mouse's head, with 41 getting a shield slapped onto his shoulder and 07 getting a blue rose on their arm. (@squad380)
Bite will get a sticker of a bandaged smiley face to his chest as Tumbler darts in and out of the vents. (@corrie-bite)
Mallet will be suddenly blinded as a apple sticker is slapped into his visor from the vent above, with only Tumbler's laughter giving him away as the culprit. (@clonetroopermallet)
Commander Fox will get a gentle slap on the back of the head, later to find a small Caf sticker on the back of his bucket. (@cc1010fox)
I’m giving stickers to you and your brothers * hands him one * this one is yours
* the sticker is of a loth cat *
Bite is speechless. Coruscant is a cold and cruel planet, and by the ka'ra, he needed the reminder that not every natborn on this forsaken planet is out to see him and his brothers bleed.
"Thank you. I'll put it inside my vembrance. Remember to find a Guardsman if you ever need help, and you'll get it."
Not. A. Chance.
"I apologise, Ma'am, but the situation requires CT-3996's immediate attention. This unit has received training and education in every area our creators and trainers could have anticipated my line of clones could require."
Bite is going to throw every single thing the demagolka from Kamino ever told him to justify their cruelty back at this osik'la woman now. He already knows this is going to hurt, but there is no chance he is letting the senator drag his vod back into to hell along with him.
"Mouse is waiting for you vod'ika, don't make him worry. It's my job as your medic to fix you when you're broken, it's my job as your vod to atleast try to stop people from getting to break you in the first place."
Ka'ra, Bite is not looking forward to the conversation he can feel coming after this is over.
[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.
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.
"I hope I have not inconvenienced you ma'am, although I can reasure you I am perfectly capable of completing any assignment you give me."
Bites tense, he'd obviously spotted the screaming discomfort coming of his vod and hadn't really planned what he'd do next. He'd done enough missions on the fly he knew he'd think of something, but now he was in unknown territory with none of his old squad watching his back.
"CT-3996, you have been requested in the kennels immediately. Please report to the on duty trooper for your assignment."
As split second plans go, sending the vod not nessasarily a fan of masstifs to the kennels probably wasn't his best but as long as he could get Tumbler out of the senate, it was better than nothing. Bite shot a quick ping to the ARF trooper down there to put in the request for real, just in case the senator tried to check later.
"Shame, I guess you shall have to do CT-..."
"8024, ma'am."
"Yes, well, you'll do."
[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.
"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."
I said after you'd spoken to Ringerbeep vod. I've not known the droids as long as you, but even I know that an angry droid is a bad idea when you are trying to coexist. Just give me a comm when you are done, and I'll come get you to bring you back to the bunks so you don't collapse from a stim crash on top of your exaution.
@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?
Love the enthusiasm, but I'll have to sit this one out. Still on shift, remember. There won't be many brothers still awake that aren't on the clock right now vod'ika, so you might have to aim smaller. You can take my things off my bunk if you want to as long as they go back. And give me a comm if you or Fett'ika need me. I'll keep an eye on Tumbler and send him your way ASAP, that di'kut forgot that as a medic, I have the authority to make sure he gets some sleep after he has dealt with Ringerbeep.
@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?
Oh, by the kara!
Because you watch in your vents and kark, I don't know?! I am still on shift right now. This just counts as part of my duties, technically speaking. You are going to sleep after this even if I have to get someone to keep an eye on you! I am a medic vod, I know how to calculate the nessasary nutrition the little Fett needs, and rations aren't great but they are enough for now.
There is always a spare bunk vod, even if it may mean sometimes someone doubles up, although from what I've seen, some of you are touchstarved enough that would be a bonus. He won't get hurt, not by us, and even if he is, it is literally my job to deal with it. It's going to be ok, Tumbler. we will make a plan and let Commander Fox decide if we go through with it.
@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?
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- yes? Did you ever ask a brother that and get told no? If so, name and designation, please Fett'ika. Can't speak for the other battalions, but here in the guard, you will never be told no when asking a medic for help, ok? That is what we are here for. You don't even have to go into the medbay unless it's an emergency. We can talk in the bunk room or the mess if you'd rather that.
@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.
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?
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.
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."
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.
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.
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I really need to use the washroom.