Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
"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*
"I. Don't. Care. I don't give a tooka's shebs about whether this is an order or not. I know what she is, I have personally let her try to bodily tear me apart and what I dealt with from her isn't a drop in the cup of the hell this demagolka has put Tumbler through. The chancellor won't hear about a raid because I'm not karking suggesting one! I'm a stealth trooper. No one would know I was there, and there would be no evidence we were ever involved! Do you genuinely think i'm stupid enough to risk the rest of the Guard over this?! I can do it, and I can do it without clone casualties, which is more than you can say, given that you are willing to let Tumbler die!"
If Nickel doesn't back down soon, the clone is going to end up finding out why Bite is called Bite.
*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*
If Bite had been frustrated with the situation before, now he was pissed. As a front liner, a medic and a stealth trooper Bite has watched countless brothers die, has known if he'd got there quicker, if the plan was better or the stakes less high he could have saved at least some of them. It has only been since joining the guard that he felt so incredibly outmatched by how powerless he is to help. He won't do it this time, take the route all the corrie vets tell him is the only choice. He isn't just going to roll over and let Tumbler die.
"No. I won't write it. I can get him out. All I need is a location and maybe one or two more clones, but I can do it! I can get him out without causing a scene, I can even manipulate the evidence to put the thugs behind bars. I won't let Tumbler die because you are afraid when I have been training for these types of missions most of my life!"
*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*