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You wake up with a loud grunt, and to a white light blinding your sight for a couple of seconds. You can hear the distinct sound of explosions and blaster fire far away, yet still nearby. You rise up from the bed you awoke on, taking in the familiar room you're in. It looks like a hospital room, but not a Republic one that you're used to. It's small, with a messy bed, a chair, a reinforced mirror, and a steel door occupying it. A quick look in the mirror reveals a stranger to you. You're wearing white medical clothes and your armor and equipment is nowhere to be found. You have grown a beard and the bolt in your jaw has been removed, leaving a scar behind. Bits and pieces are slowly coming back to your now drug-free mind; you and Joker were captured, brought to an unknown location and since then you've endured countless tests and torture. Evidently you don't remember everything because you're still surprised when you look down to find your lower left arm missing and a red cybernetic replacement there in its stead. Holding it up to face-level, you move each mechanical finger individually and then you close it to a fist. What have they done to you? What happened to your fellow brother? The sound of blaster fire, skirmishes and explosions are finally reaching you once more as you get a grip on your situation. Your senses have been dulled by drugs for too long. It's time to leave this place.

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Your legs feel like jelly when you slowly make your way towards the door. "It's locked." You mutter out loud to yourself. The panel to the left of the door is offline. Had it been online, you could have possibly done a poor-man's slicing job, but this is the time for drastic measures. With what strength you have in your arm, you smash your new cybernetic arm straight into the panel. You pull out the coloured cords from its insides and rip them off. The metal door opens slightly ajar, and eventually you successfully open the door with sheer arm strength. Strength is slowly starting to return to your legs as well when you take a few steps into the corridor. The screams, blaster fire, and explosions are louder out here and the distinct smell of smoke and fire is in the air. To the left you spot a blastzone filled with corpses wearing GAR's designated clone trooper equipment, but whether or not they are real clones or the androids looking like your brothers, you can't tell. At the end of the corridor a clone is sitting hunched over against a wall. He's still moving somewhat. You throw a glance to your right and at the end of the hallway you spot a skirmish between two squads of clone troopers firing at each other.

What is happening? Where is Joker?!

>Run to the Skirmish
>Approach the alone clone/android

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>>43741410
>Approach the alone clone/android
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>>43741395
CAN IT BE??!!!??!
IT'S ALIVE!!!!!!!
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>>43741457
Looks that way!
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>>43741410
>>Approach the alone clone/android
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>>43741410
>>Approach the alone clone/android
Grab a weapon from the ground there should be enough laying around
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>>43741410
>Run to the Skirmish
The lone clone option is the part where the unassuming protagonist walks right into a jump scare.
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>>43741506
That's why we should at least arm ourselves.
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>>43741449
>>43741488
>>43741502
>>43741506
Cutting the vote early. Writing.
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On one hand

IT'S FUCKING BACK

On the other cybernetic hand

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON AAAAAAHHHH
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Your attention shifts back to the lone clone and with heavy steps, you make your way down the hallway. You can't afford to get involved in a skirmish right now. You could pick a weapon, but without your armor, the first shot would be fatal, bacta or no bacta. However, on the way to the lone clone you make sure to pick up one of the rifles lying about. You rip it out of the dead soldier's cold fingers and quickly check for malfunctions as your easy pace closes the distance between you and the end of the corridor. It's a DC-15A blaster rifle from the looks of it and it's working properly. You hold it up at face-level, aiming it straight at the clone. He let's out a cough, trying to stand up, only to fall down on his bum again, giving up on his futile attempt to rise.

"Identify yourself, soldier." You call out, aiming the rifle straight at the chest of the trooper. Two shots and he'd be dead. Two clicks on the trigger, half a second for each. He looks up at you and pulls off his helmet. You see blood trickling down his forehead and the familiar face of one of your brothers.

"Bulletproof's the name, sir. Didn't think we'd find you alive, Commander." The clone trooper sighs and then grunts in pain when he tries to get up and fails. You lower your weapon and help the wounded soldier up on his legs again. He supports himself on your shoulder while he tries to get feeling back into his legs and feet again.

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"How many are you and how did you find this place?" Your gaze returns to the skirmish at the other end of the hallway. It's over, but you can't tell which side won. Your grip on the rifle tightens, ready to raise it at any second.

"The general sent in 3 regiments and a Commando squad into the station to clear it out and rescue you. We've lost contact with Delta Squad and half of the 304's regiment, but so far we've made good ground into the station." Bulletproof mutters under his breath before he finally removes himself from your shoulder to stand on both legs on his own, "We got a distress signal from this location with Sierra Squad's security code, so that's how we found this station."

>Joker?
>Delta Squad?
>General?
>Skip questions - Look for Joker.
>Write-in.
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>>43741907
>Delta Squad?
"How long ago was the distress signal sent out?"
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>>43741907
>Joker?
>Delta Squad?
>General?
>Walk and talk
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>Joker?
>Delta Squad?
>General?
>Walk and talk
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>>43741852
Just do it like me and just enjoy the ride!
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>>43741907
>Joker?
>Delta Squad?
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>>43741907
>General?
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>>43741907
>>Skip questions - Look for Joker.
Fucking HYPE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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>>43741907
>>Joker?
>>Delta Squad?
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Also, psychopath from the weekend quest thread here, I'm reading up on clone wars lore and Only War mechanics, to help maximize the carnage, I actually think the only war mechanics might be pretty decent for throwing clone regiments against droids, I just need to actually read up on how many liberties I can take, I'm cautious to start throwing in Jedi or important planets without knowing enough to guarantee I not accidentally fuck with major canon.
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>General?
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Whiskey?
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>>43741907
Whiskey?
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He deleted his Twitter. Fuck.
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>>43742940
I don't understand
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>>43742940
It can't be. He was the chosen one.
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>>43742940
RIP.
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>>43742940
Well... That was a rather sudden end.
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>>43742940
Did we do something wrong?
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All right folks time to pack up
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God damn it! Whiskey why!? You were the chosen one! You were supposed to bring balance to RCQ not destroy it! You inspired me to prep the entire damn quest I was going to start!
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Well, I guess there is nothing left to do but drink some Jeager in remembrance of a great quest.

It was nice while it lasted, take care everyone
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>>43743108
We didn't get gold and black armor
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>>43743190
Don't forget about Absinthe, that shit'll fuck you up.
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>>43743213
Hahah... Sorry to say Absinthe is not that common in Norway from what I've experienced. Besides Jaeger is all I have on hand. Cheeri-o lads.
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>>43743287
Salut! May you serve by the Emperor's side.
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So before I fuck off for the night, what the hell just happened? What triggered this response?
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>>43743443
He's flaked and run away like twice before. This isn't really news. Only difference now is that he deleted his twitter.
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Are we fucking serious right now?

WHISKEY YOU MOTHER FUCKER
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Motherfucker wants to make me drink scotch.

We all get a shit sandwich from time to time Whiskey, but learn yourself some emotional fortitude.

You're probably addicted to depression or some other negative mindset. Start learning some cognitive behavioral therapy and challenging it when it rears its head.
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>>43741395
Nice to see you're alive Whiskey. Missed you, buddy. no homo
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>>43744733
Look again bud. There's only a corpse here.
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>>43744036
i dont know why but scorch being passed out drunk made me laugh
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Sad to be late and see this. But damn if Republic Commando Quest was awesome.
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Should probably archive this, even if there isn't much to archive.
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>>43741907
>Joker?



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