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EPISODE 2

It was the last place we had ever suspected fighting a battle. We had been born on Kamino, trained and raised, and we had never once considered the possibility of an attack on the stilted cities of the Kaminoans. We had lived in a bubble of secrecy, one that had shielded us from the rest of the galaxy. That bubble burst when Separatists dropped out of hyperspace and launched their assault. With the entire GAR fighting the bugs, the few planetary defenses available were quickly swept away. When we got the news, the clankers were already marching through the major cities and threatening the cloning facilities.

We worried about how fast we could push the droids out and how much destruction we could prevent. It wasn’t lost on anyone the severity of what we were being asked to do. Having not even caught our breath after Geonosis we would be fighting a very different battle in a very familiar place. The war was no longer just the Republic’s or the Jedi’s, it was very much our own and in our own home. The Acclamators all buzzed with activity like an angry hive that had been disturbed. We rearmed, reloaded, and readied ourselves for the fight. Almost no one slept.

The Jedi kept proving themselves to be hard for us to understand. While their abilities in combat and performing miracles were unquestionable, their battlefield tactics had been largely lacking. If they had spent much time planning or crafting strategy for our counter invasion, they certainly didn’t show it. On the flight to Kamino most of them spent their time meditating. Those few Jedi that did interact with us did so more out of curiosity than anything, maybe the rest didn’t want to get attached before going into another meat grinder...

Brother, what do you remember about the hours before planetfall on our own home?

>I was mostly with my brothers, there was much to discuss from the battle we had just fought.
>We spent most of the time with our new squad. We had been rolled into a new unit and needed to get familiar with each other.
>I sought out the Jedi, Coleman Trebor. He seemed to care more than most about us immediately and I had questions.

>>4020393
>We spent most of the time with our new squad. We had been rolled into a new unit and needed to get familiar with each other.

>>4020393
>We spent most of the time with our new squad. We had been rolled into a new unit and needed to get familiar with each other.

>>4020393
>>We spent most of the time with our new squad. We had been rolled into a new unit and needed to get familiar with each other.

>>4020393
>>We spent most of the time with our new squad. We had been rolled into a new unit and needed to get familiar with each other.

>>4020384
>I was mostly with my brothers, there was much to discuss from the battle we had just fought.

>>4020393
>>We spent most of the time with our new squad. We had been rolled into a new unit and needed to get familiar with each other.

So what models of ships are available to us for the defense of Kamino’s space?

We have piloting skills so preventing the Seps from landing dropships should be a priority.

Attention brothers, I want to fuck Asajj Ventress, that is all

>>4020393
>>I was mostly with my brothers, there was much to discuss from the battle we had just fought.

>>4020384
>>We spent most of the time with our new squad. We had been rolled into a new unit and needed to get familiar with each other.

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>With our new squad. We had been rolled into a new unit and needed to get familiar with each other.

“Atten… shun!” comes the echoing call of Sergeant Dance. As one, the eight of you standing in a row snap into position, backs straight and eyes forward. You hold your helmet under your left arm and brace your blaster carbine with your right.

Standing to the right of you are your brothers: Guile, 4582, and 2337. To your left are mostly new, but of course, old faces to you. You had recognized one of them as the only unwounded trooper from Dance’s engineer squad. The rest had been transferred from elsewhere, but seemed to have the same tunnel fighting credentials that Dance’s men had gained in a short time underneath the Arena on Geonosis.

Dance stands to the front of all of you, his helmet already on and arms behind his back as he continues to bark orders.

“Helmets… on!”

All of you smoothly don your helmets, centering them on your heads and placing your left arm back down, flat against your side.

“Present… arms!”

The clacking sounds of your blasters and carbines moving in your hands to present for inspection seem to happen as one noise, impossible to distinguish from each other. You hold your own in front of your chest, ready for the Sergeant’s visual check. To your surprise, however, it doesn’t seem the Sergeant will be on his own for this.

You hear the sound of boots approaching steadily on the deck and resist the urge to look at who was walking up. A moment later it would be obvious you knew. Sergeant Dance does a facing movement to his right and salutes, the footfalls stop. Returning his salute is none other than Clone Captain Alfonse, the top officer from the aid station’s defense. He still had the marks of the battle on his armor. It was much like your own, though your armor had gained a sickly yellowish tint from the prolonged exposure to the blood of Geonosians and his armor had the red highlights of his rank.

The two of them drop their salute and begin proceeding down the line for the inspection. It seems with every trooper they find something to call out-- a loose magazine here, improperly calibrated sight aperture there… On and on the list went of problems. It wasn’t surprising of course, you had all just gone through a battle…

When they at last reach you, Captain Alfonse begins looking over your rifle.

“It looks rather clean,” he starts to say, allowing a small amount of sarcasm, “You sure you used this much trooper?”

You quickly reply, not breaking your expression or stare ahead…

>”The beskad did do more than its fair share of the work, Sir.”
>”You’ll have to ask the Geos, Sir, I lost count.”

>>4020586
>>”You’ll have to ask the Geos, Sir, I lost count.”

>>4020586
>>”The beskad did do more than its fair share of the work, Sir.”

>>4020586
>”The beskad did do more than its fair share of the work, Sir

>>4020586
>”The beskad did do more than its fair share of the work, Sir

>>4020586
>”You’ll have to ask the Geos, Sir, I lost count.”

>>4020586
>"The beskad did do more than its fair share of the work, Sir."

>>4020586
>>”The beskad did do more than its fair share of the work, Sir.”
>>”You’ll have to ask the Geos, Sir, I lost count.”
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>>>”You’ll have to ask the Geos, Sir, I lost count.”

>And the explosives, and ammunition E-Web, and the laser cannons from the LAAT.....

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>”The beskad did do a fair share of the work, Sir.”

“So I noticed,” Alfonse chuckles, “Just take it easy with it. See that Bones doesn’t have to drag you out from under a pile of droids again.”

“Yes, Sir!” you shout, recalling the fighting Lieutenant.

That had been a rather dangerous moment. Charging into the droid column using just your Mandalorian blade certainly seemed like a good idea and maybe even the best use of your talents, but it had put you in big trouble. Had the wounded clones not charged in to push the droids back, and for Bones to pull you out, you may not have made it out before the explosives went off. That Alfonse would have detonated everything with you in there was undoubtable, you knew very well just how small the window to deal with tanks had been.

Losing those clones who had saved you was probably the worst moment of the day, thinking back. All the other clones you had fought with and seen die had all been doing their duty to defeat the enemy. The ones weighing on your mind had died saving you. The difference had seemed slight at the time, but as you thought on it more, you realized how much you disliked needing to be saved and how much it had cost. If Alfonse meant to remind you of that, you’re not sure, but you damn well intended not to let it happen again.

The Captain steps over to Guile beside you, and begins picking at his DC-15X. Guile had always treated that blaster like a masterpiece, you wouldn’t be surprised if they went blind staring at it too long. Your own inspection isn’t quite over though…

“CT-0027,” Sergeant Dance says, stepping up to you, “Your blaster may be passable, but your armor is still yellow.”

>”Yes, Sergeant. I’ll see it cleaned right away. The droid's motor oil didn't seem to do the trick.”
>”I like the yellow, Sergeant. Reminds me of squashed bugs. Any chance I can keep it?”

>>4020663
>>”Yes, Sergeant. I’ll see it cleaned right away. The droid's motor oil didn't seem to do the trick.”

>>4020663
>”Yes, Sergeant. I’ll see it cleaned right away. The droid's motor oil didn't seem to do the trick.”

We do have the rapport to pull off the other response, but he is still a superior officer, and it would be rude.

We like the break the rules in the more unconventional ways, not the dishonorable ones as far as I can tell.

>>4020663
>>”Yes, Sergeant. I’ll see it cleaned right away. The droid's motor oil didn't seem to do the trick.”

>>4020663
>>”Yes, Sergeant. I’ll see it cleaned right away. The droid's motor oil didn't seem to do the trick.”

>>4020663
>>”Yes, Sergeant. I’ll see it cleaned right away. The droid's motor oil didn't seem to do the trick.”

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>”Yes, Sergeant. I’ll see it cleaned right away.”

“Good,” Dance replies, before raising his voice to the whole squad, “I want all of your armor looking like mirrors, so the droids will see themselves getting blasted!”

“Yes, Sergeant!” the chorus of troopers follows.

It was busy work you knew, but that didn’t make it a bad thing. The Clones you had seen were all as antsy as rancors in heat waiting for their chance to fight the Seps off of Kamino. All that aggression and stress was likely to cause trouble if it wasn’t vented off or put to good use. It would at least be a good chance to sit down together too.

Dance continues down the inspection line, following after Alfonse in checking your brothers’ blasters. Unsurprisingly, Guile had actually earned glowing praise for his long-barrel blaster. Equally unsurprising was 4582’s comments being echos of the earlier ones. The inspection would surely be over shortly, you think to yourself, then you cou--

“CT-2337!” Dance bellows suddenly, “This carbine is a disaster! You have half of Geonosis in there!”

The Sergant physically grabs the blaster and shakes it, indeed causing a noticeable amount of red dust to spill out.

“Have you even cleaned this today?!” the Sergeant asks incredulously, Alfonse looking on at the situation.

“Negative, Sergeant,” your brother answers, the emotion in his voice flat.

“Trooper,” Dance hands the blaster back, sighing, “This weapon is all that’s keeping you and the rest of us alive. Clean it and report directly to me for reinspection.”

“Yes, Sergeant,” 2337 replies, unconvincingly, “Understood.”

Now that was surprising, you think, practically forcing yourself from gaping your mouth. 2337 usually had medical cleanliness in all his kit. That he seems unmotivated is even more strange. Your concerned for a moment that Dance might start punishing him or even yelling more, but thankfully the Sergeant seems to hold back. Something was definitely up.

Not giving you a moment longer to dwell on it, Alfonse and Dance walk back to the front of the line. The officer takes an extra step forward and addresses you all together.

“Brothers, from this moment on your squad is assigned to my company. We took heavy losses, much like many of our units, and we need to get back to fighting strength. I’m pleased to welcome you to Alpha Company of…”

>Loth-wolf Battalion
>Shreik-hawk Battalion
>Nightscowl Battalion

>>4020775
>Shreik-hawk
MANADLORE!

>>4020775
>>Nightscowl Battalion


I honestly think we will be more useful in the space battle, then on the ground for this one....

>>4020775
>>Shreik-hawk Battalion

>>4020775
>Nightscowl Battalion

>>4020775
>Nightscowl Battalion

>>4020775
>>Nightscowl Battalion
Umbaran night-ops mission when?

>>4020775
>Shriek-Hawk Battalion
Are the different names representative of what they’ll be doing?

>>4020775
>>Shreik-hawk Battalion

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>>4020775
Yeah I second this question. If it's just name I'd rather have Shreik-hawk

>>4020821
>>4020830
I wouldn't put too much emphasis on name = mission. What comes of that will be based more on how the unit functions in battle and your choices.

>>4020852
Fair, though what does the Republic have and any estimation on what the CIS is bringing to Kamino space?

>>4020775
>Nightscowl Battalion

>>4020857
You'll be briefed on that a bit later. I know you all probably want to know now, but it will come up in the order of things

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>>Shreik-hawk Battalion

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>Shriek-Hawk Battalion

That certainly must have had some Mandalorian influence, you can’t help but think

“And like the Shriek-Hawk,” Alfonse continues, “We will swoop down and tear apart our prey.”

You can almost feel your brothers on either side clenching their teeth and fists in determination.

“Get your kit squared away and be ready, we still have some time until we reach home. Mission briefing will be in the hangar, prior to mounting up. ”

The Captain spares one more look up and down the line, you notice that he lingers on you and your brothers for a moment longer than the rest. He turns abruptly to the Sergeant.

“That is all, Sergeant” he says finally, saluting, “Inspection complete.”

“Very well, Sir!” Dance salutes back. As the Captain turns and walks away, Dance readdresses the newly minted squad.

“You’ve got your orders,” the Sergeant says loudly, “Dismissed!”

The squad falls out, quickly walking in a disorderly fashion back to your designated bunk area. On the way back, you decide to...

>Check out the new guys, try and get some talk going.
>Find out with 2337. He’s clearly bothered by something.

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>>Find out with 2337. He’s clearly bothered by something.

>>4021000
>Find out with 2337. He’s clearly bothered by something.

>>4021000
>>Find out with 2337. He’s clearly bothered by something.

>>4021000
>>Find out with 2337. He’s clearly bothered by something.

>>4021000
>Find out with 2337. He’s clearly bothered by something.

>>4021000
>Check out the new guys, try and get some talk going.

>>4021000
>Find out with 2337. He’s clearly bothered by something.

>>4021000
>>Find out with 2337. He’s clearly bothered by something.

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>Find out what’s with 2337. He’s clearly bothered by something.

You hang back a bit, waiting for the others to walk by and let you alone with 2337, who seems to be slow to move out. 4582 tilts his head slightly in confusion and seems to hold up as well, but Guile puts a hand on his shoulder and guides him dently back around. The two of you are out of earshot a moment later. You take a step in front of him and block his way along. The medic looks up and stops when he realizes what you’re doing.

Standing in silence, the noise of the life support systems and various coolant pipes are the only things you’re listening to.

“2337…” you start to say.

“I need to clean my blaster,” he says looking through you, “Move.”

“Make me,” you counter, “You need to be recalibrated.”

He stops, staring at you from behind his visor.

“I do,” he says bluntly.

You’re a bit taken back by that. At least, you weren’t expecting him to say that.

“Something has happened and I don’t feel right,” he starts explaining, “I’ve been angry. I’ve been feeling emotions I don’t quite understand.”

“What about?” you try to prompt him further.

“I don’t think saying it out loud is going to help.”

“What would help?” you ask the only question you can.

“Fight me,” 2337 says, “In the Battle Circle.”

You’re knocked back a bit by that.

“What?!” you exclaim.

“I challenge you to the Battle Circle,” he says firmly and calmly, “I need to know.”

“Know what?” you press him, “We’re on the verge of a battle and you want us fighting?”

“You of all people should understand,” the medic replies, “It has to be this way.”

You’re reminded of your own words, back when you had challenged Wrax. But was this really the answer, you wonder?

>”We can’t be beating each other before a battle. It has to wait.” (Decline for now)
>”If this is how you understand your own truth… Then so be it.” (Agree)

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>>”If this is how you understand your own truth… Then so be it.” (Agree)

>>4021138
>>”If this is how you understand your own truth… Then so be it.” (Agree)

>>4021138
>>”If this is how you understand your own truth… Then so be it.” (Agree)

>>4021138
>”If this is how you understand your own truth… Then so be it.” (Agree)

>>4021138
>>”If this is how you understand your own truth… Then so be it.” (Agree)

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>”If this is how you understand your own truth… Then so be it.” (Agree)

He nods. For a moment you think you see him relax his shoulders slightly, as though a weight had been relieved from them. The two of you pass a few more seconds in silence, before you slowly lift your arm and reach out behind his helmet. You lean in, pressing your heads together with a small clack. The firmness behind it is comforting. Your brother was surely feeling tumultuous and uncertain, but in this one thing you believe he is completely confident. Whatever was bothering him was something you could get through, but it was going to take the kind of love that Wrax had molded you all to understand. Though he never presented it that way, you had come to think it was the only thing that it could have been. When you were making something as hard as Beskar, when you were forged as Wrax had forged you, there simply wasn’t any other way. It was going to be tough.

You hold the embrace with 2337, locked together as Vode, for another breath and then allow it to release. Backing away, you know that it needed to happen soon.

“I’ll get our brothers,” you tell him, “Make sure we won’t be disturbed.”

He nods in agreement, but doesn’t say a word. Nodding back, you draw back another step and then turn to follow after your brothers.

On your way to the bunk, your mind races. When you had challenged Wrax, you had had a sense of clarity that made you feel completely certain you had done the right thing. It was an almost impossible level of surety that had buoyed your steps and feeling all the way up to the first strike and, even then, carried you on through the fight.

This was different.

Being challenged by your brother had opened up a wave of doubts. A number of concerns flooded your thoughts, everything from worrying you might permanently harm your brother, to losing your medic before a major battle, to whatever punishment could happen if you were caught. The last point stuck especially with you, you would have to be willing to accept the blame for this if anyone in authority found out. The thought draws a cynical laugh from you, amused at your own confusion. Had you not tried to take the blame when Jango caught you fighting Wrax? Wouldn’t 2337 try to do exactly the same as the challenger? Had Wrax thought of the same things beforehand and that’s why he ultimately allowed it?

There’s too many things clouding your thinking, you realize, and you use your training to force it back down, focusing on the immediate objective: You need your brothers. Getting them to join the circle was the only thing that made sense.

You paused. You had said your brothers, but there were technically more brothers to think of now…

>Only get 4582 and Guile, they’re the only ones who will understand.
>Bring the other brothers too. You’re a squad now and they deserve to know.

>>4021232
>>Bring the other brothers too. You’re a squad now and they deserve to know.

>>4021232
>Bring the other brothers too. You’re a squad now and they deserve to know.

this may be unwise but to do otherwise would be an insult

>>4021232
>>Bring the other brothers too. You’re a squad now and they deserve to know.


They need to know

>>4021232
>>Only get 4582 and Guile, they’re the only ones who will understand.

We should not involve those that need not be.

>>4021232
>Bring the other brothers too. You’re a squad now and they deserve to know.

>>4021232
>Bring the other brothers too. You’re a squad now and they deserve to know.

>>4021232
>Only get 4582 and Guile, they’re the only ones who will understand.

>>4021232
I think this will be my last post for the evening. I'll shoot to be back around 2300 GMT tomorrow, thanks for playing along!

Any comments or questions, let me know!

>>4021232
>Only get 4582 and Guile, they’re the only ones who will understand.

>>4021232
>Get everyone

>Inb4 the Battle Circle tradition spreads like wildfire through the Clones, and none of the Jedi can ever get a clear answer about it

>>4021232
>Bring the other brothers too. You’re a squad now and they deserve to know.

>>4021232
>>Only get 4582 and Guile, they’re the only ones who will understand.

We don't know how much Mandalorian culture the others absorbed during their training. They might snitch on us.

>>4021232
>>Bring the other brothers too. You’re a squad now and they deserve to know.

>>4021232
>Bring the other brothers too. You’re a squad now and they deserve to know.

>>4021232
>Bring the other brothers too. You’re a squad now and they deserve to know.

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>Bring the other brothers too. You’re a squad now and they deserve to know.

It was something of a risk, you considered. If even one of the new Clones in your squad had the mind to, they could easily report what was happening. You certainly knew your brothers and you had had far more exposure to Mandalorian culture than most and it was possible the new troopers might be solidly opposed to the practice. Still, they were now a part of your squad. If there was going to be something that affected a member’s ability to fight, it had to be addressed. It was their lives on the line afterall.

You find them, having only just arrived, getting settled into the bunk area. Some of them already have their helmets and the top of their armor off. Taking a note from your experience at the aid station, you decided to not mince words and just focus on giving commands.

“Brothers,” you announce loudly, “Assemble back in the bay. On the double.”

There’s a few questioning looks and a groan or two, but the only ones to particularly speak up are Guile and 4582. You should have expected that, you regret.

“What’s going on, Double-Oh?” 4582 asks confused, “Is it 2337?”

“Yeah,” Guile follows up, “What are we doing assembling again so soon?”

“Just hurry up,” you deflect, “I can explain on the way.”

You immediately turn around and start walking, before more questions might distract from things. Unsurprisingly, Guile and 4582 are hot on your heels. Once you’ve left the bay, you feel more able to talk openly, answering their questions.

“2337 wants to fight me in the Battle Circle,” comes your explanation, “I’ve accepted.”

Guile stops in his tracks.

“Are you insane?” the sniper says uncharacteristically loud.

“You know he can’t refuse,” 4582 says, cutting in before you can speak. It seems that your brothers were full of surprises today. Guile seems speechless for a moment, so you lay on the pressure.

“If this doesn’t happen,” you say deadly serious, “We could suffer much more.”

Guile shakes his head, regaining his composure.

“And what if we’re caught?” he challenges.

>”We’re going into a battle, they won’t do anything to us until after it's over.”
>”I’ll tell them I’m the ring-leader, I’m the Champion, aren’t I?”

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>>”I’ll tell them I’m the ring-leader, I’m the Champion, aren’t I?”

>>4022506
>>”I’ll tell them I’m the ring-leader, I’m the Champion, aren’t I?”

>>4022506
>>”We’re going into a battle, they won’t do anything to us until after it's over.”

They need all the man-power they can get

>>4022506
>”I’ll tell them I’m the ring-leader, I’m the Champion, aren’t I?”

>>4022506
>>”We’re going into a battle, they won’t do anything to us until after it's over.”

>>4022506
>”We’re going into a battle, they won’t do anything to us until after it's over.”

>>4022506
>”I’ll tell them I’m the ring-leader, I’m the Champion, aren’t I?”

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>”I’ll tell them I’m the ring-leader, I’m the Champion, aren’t I?”

“First of all,” Guile points a finger, following after you again, “You know as well as I do that’s not going to work.”

He quickly rushes and gets in front of, causing you to stop.

“Secondly,” he continues, cocking his head, “I don’t remember you being declared Champion.”

“You saw it!” 4582 argues, “Double-Oh took Sergeant Wrax down!”

“But Jango was the one who made sure he couldn’t get up,” Guile shifts his finger to your other brother.

“Even if you don’t accept that,” you lean in, playing off his competitiveness, “The fact I put both of you on the ground gives me the best claim. I could remind you.”

“You planning to fight all of us?” the sniper laughs.

“If I have to,” you shrug, certainly more serious than not. While you didn’t particularly like the idea of negative consequences from doing it, you had to admit the Battle Circle was something you not only appreciated, but enjoyed. Truth be told, you had wondered from time to time if you would start the practice up again after Wrax left.

The other members of the squad could be heard coming down the hall. Guile steps aside and allows you to continue, being sure to lower his voice.

“Why did he challenge you?” he asks, much more quietly.

“I’m going to find out,” you say bluntly, “He wouldn’t tell me.”

“Do you think we know all the rules?” 4582 questions, “Wrax said there were a lot of traditions, but we only ever heard a few.”

”I think we’ve heard and learned enough to fill in the blanks.” you shrug, “We’ll respect the rules we do know.”

“And then what?” Guile asks, “Does this become a regular thing?”

>”As often as we need or can get away with it, I suppose.”
>”No. Only when we absolutely have to.”

>>4022615
>”No. Only when we absolutely have to.”
>> or can afford to when we are not in combat duty.

>>4022615
>>”As often as we need or can get away with it, I suppose.”

Any extra training is good.

>>4022615
>”As often as we need or can get away with it, I suppose.”

>>4022615
>”No. Only when we absolutely have to.”
if it becomes common it may become undervalued

>>4022615
Supporting >>4022679

>>4022615
>>4022679
Double Support

>>4022615
>>”No. Only when we absolutely have to.”

>>4022615
>”As often as we need or can get away with it, I suppose.”

Maybe with an added rule of not before big missions. Basically when we are between assingments/ not in active danger?

>>4022615
>>”No. Only when we absolutely have to.”

>>4022615
>>”As often as we need or can get away with it, I suppose.”

Only when we have to.

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>”No. Only when we absolutely have to.”

Guile doesn’t say anything else, you suspect he’s either satisfied or at least having to think of something else to argue. Fine enough for now, you suppose.

“Do you think 2337 can beat you?” 4582 asks, the question sounding a bit heavy in disbelief.

You think for a moment of 2337’s fight in the Battle Circle with Countdown. The medic had been clinical, even if Countdown wasn’t quite a fighter himself. Still, the proficiency in his movements had spoken of someone who knew how to use the moves to their maximum effect. On a normal day you would say there would be no contest between you, but if he was motivated enough…

“We’ll have to see,” you say finally, “I’m not easy to beat. I just want him to feel better...”

The three of you reach the training bay, it’s empty besides 2337 already standing near the middle. Without another word, your brother and you join him. Standing opposite 2337, 4582 falls in on the left and Guile on the right, the four of you starting the circle. When the other Clones arrive, they seem confused. You can tell that they don’t understand what’s happening, but slowly they fill in the open spaces in between you all. The circle is completed with all eight of you standing in silence.

It was the moment of truth.

You’re still not certain how they’ll all react but if you take charge, you’re confident, they’ll accept it for what it is. The words of Wrax rolls over in your head, the lofty traditionalism of the Mandalorians heavy in his speech. You had hung over each one, entranced by the one you had been trained and practically raised by. Would the words have the same meaning if they came from you? You had known half of these Clones for less than a day. The other half your whole life. One side may not respect you, the other side may find you lacking.

The indecision sits poorly with you. You just have to learn the lesson and act decisively.

>The Battle Circle is a proud tradition and you are its Champion. Go heavy on the opening speech.
>A softer approach might not hit as hard, but it may be easier to bring them all in. Keep it straightforward.

>>4022822
>The Battle Circle is a proud tradition and you are its Champion. Go heavy on the opening speech.
Respect is earned, it's not something to be indecisive over.

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>A softer approach might not hit as hard, but it may be easier to bring them all in. Keep it straightforward.

>>4022822
>>The Battle Circle is a proud tradition and you are its Champion. Go heavy on the opening speech.

Even if the other clones don't know it this is their culture too.

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>>The Battle Circle is a proud tradition and you are its Champion. Go heavy on the opening speech.

>>4022822
>>The Battle Circle is a proud tradition and you are its Champion. Go heavy on the opening speech.

>>4022822
>The Battle Circle is a proud tradition and you are its Champion. Go heavy on the opening speech.

This is the way.

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>The Battle Circle is a proud tradition and you are its Champion. Go heavy on the opening speech.

No handholding.

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>The Battle Circle is a proud tradition and you are its Champion. Go heavy on the opening speech.

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>The Battle Circle is a proud tradition and you are its Champion. Go heavy on the opening speech.

“This ring of brothers,” you begin powerfully, “Is as strong as beskar.”

The new Clones look to each other and then to you, while your brothers simply stare ahead with their heads high.

“The Battle Circle,” you continue, “Is an ancient tradition, passed down through generations of the greatest warriors in the galaxy: The Mandalorians. From the armor we wear to the blood in our veins, we are a part of this tradition.”

“This...this was forbidden!” one of the new clones says unsteadily, taking a half step back, “It was banned by Jango Fett, himself!”

“Jango Fett is our father, we owe him much for our blood,” you say calmly, “Yet even he isn’t more important than our culture.”

“You're out of your mind!” the clone declares, seeming about to turn. Guile’s hand shoots out lightning quick and grabs him, holding him firm. He looks down and then at the helmets looking at him, seeming to understand he was outnumbered. The other new Clones seem to be steady, if only barely.

“This ring,” you continue, “Is where we will learn about each other and ourselves. I am the Champion of this Battle Circle and I will ensure that we uphold its honor. Here we will fight in our armor, because it is a part of us. We will strike no killing blows, because we are Vode. We will fight until we cannot continue, because that is the way of learning truth.”

As you speak you scan to the Clones around you, emphasizing the words that had been taught by Wrax that seemed so long ago and, yet, was not. Much had changed in your brothers since then, battle had made you even harder than he had. The Battle Circle would harden you yet still.

“CT-2337,” you call, “Step forward.”

Your brother takes two deliberate steps into the ring.

“You have fairly challenged me and I accept...”

>”We are connected as brothers, by blood and in battle, tell me why you seek this.”
>”In front of our brothers, your witnesses here, you may speak or show your truth."

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>>”In front of our brothers, your witnesses here, you may speak or show your truth."

>>4022965
>”We are connected as brothers, by blood and in battle, tell me why you seek this.”
Let´s not pressure the Doc using our peers, this is relatively personal.

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>”We are connected as brothers, by blood and in battle, tell me why you seek this.”

>”We are connected as brothers, by blood and in battle, tell me why you seek this.”

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>>”In front of our brothers, your witnesses here, you may speak or show your truth."

>>4022965
>”We are connected as brothers, by blood and in battle, tell me why you seek this.”

>>4022965
>>”In front of our brothers, your witnesses here, you may speak or show your truth."

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>”We are connected as brothers, by blood and in battle, tell me why you seek this.”

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>>”As often as we need or can get away with it, I suppose.”

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>”We are connected as brothers, by blood and in battle, tell me why you seek this.”

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>>”We are connected as brothers, by blood and in battle, tell me why you seek this

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>”In front of our brothers, your witnesses here, you may speak or show your truth."
vode an, Vode An, VODE AN, VODE AN

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>”We are connected as brothers, by blood and in battle, tell me why you seek this.”

Your words hang on the air for a moment.

“I’d rather show you,” he says decisively, “You’ve forgotten who your brothers are.”

That didn’t make any sense, you think, what was he talking about? You hold back from interrupting, glad that your face is hidden. You wonder and rack your mind for a moment, trying to think back to what he meant. You had done everything for your brothers, risking your life for them and fighting every enemy.

“My brothers are standing here around me.”

“There are more who aren’t.”

Did he mean Countdown? He had been the one who most disliked leaving with Wrax. But was that really what was bothering him? It had to be something else, you considered. The troopers who had died at the aid station or on the hive? They had died, perhaps some because of his decisions you think, but they had died fighting and completing their mission. You had made sure their sacrifice hadn’t been in vain.

“Very well,” you say as evenly as you can manage, “Show me who my brothers are.”

The two of you step forward and fall into your battle stances. You notice he’s standing more in the Echani style, a defensive posture.

>Take your usual, aggressive Mandalorian stance.
>Your Echani training is just as good as his, take the stance as well.

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>>Take your usual, aggressive Mandalorian stance.

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>Take your usual, aggressive Mandalorian stance.

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>Take your usual, aggressive Mandalorian stance.

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>Take your usual, aggressive Mandalorian stance.

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>Take your usual, aggressive Mandalorian stance.

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>>Take your usual, aggressive Mandalorian stance.
Is he pissed that we focused on saving the bug and Jedi then our own brothers

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>Take your usual, aggressive Mandalorian stance.

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>>Take your usual, aggressive Mandalorian stance.

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>Take your usual, aggressive Mandalorian stance.

You see no reason to not fight to your strengths. Your power, speed, and raw force had been more than enough in every other Battle Circle, it would be enough here. It was right to be partially cautious when facing the Echani style, but it was another matter if you knew how to defeat it. The fact of the matter was 2337 was outmatched by you and he would likely need you to be sloppy.

That wasn’t going to be the case.

You surge forward, already bringing your first swing to bear. The powerful right hand strikes toward 2337’s head and he dutifully raises his left arm arm to block. It’s not clean, however, and you feel your hit bounce of his guard and into the back of his helmet. 2337 is forced to take a step back, probably at least a little jarred by the blow despite its partial impact. Your swings are hard enough to certainly to leave him spinning by even those if you’re close enough to his head.

You follow up with your left, hoping to take full advantage of his plight, sending it toward his midsection while his hands are high. This time, he takes a step back before it lands and forces you to eat some of your momentum to stop your swing. Your brother takes the opportunity, reaching out across his body with his right hand and grabbing your right arm at the wrist, probably hoping to control it before you pull it back for another swing. That’s more than fine by you, you think.

Pulling your right arm back strongly, you cause him to lose a little of his footing as he struggles to hold you. The momentum starts to bring him forward. You ready your left, expecting him to be vulnerable in a moment but, to your surprise, he releases his grip and ducks down, going straight in at your body with his shoulder. With your right hand going back, you push your left down straight onto his back, hoping to knock him flat on the ground. You’re a moment slow however, and only succeed at deflecting him past you. 2337 somehow keeps his feet and spins quickly to face you, preventing you from getting an easy shot in by bringing up his guard as he rises.

You’re not sure you understood what that was about. If he wanted to pull you in close, he was only inviting his own disaster. A takedown might have been in order, but even then you were probably going to be stronger.

Not giving him a moment, you press your advantage. Leading in with another high right, he again moves his arm to block, but this time manages to solidly absorb the blow and keep it to the outside. Again he tries to control your arm, his left hand wrapping around your forearm and pulling you close. As you take a step, you realize you won’t be able to properly swing with your left...

>Use your force and mass to body him to the ground.
>Plant your right foot and pull back, breaking his hold before he develops it.

>>4023518
This will be my last post for the evening! Thanks for playing and apologies on the larger delays. I should be back on tomorrow at 2300 GMT! Any comments or questions, feel free!

>>4023518
>Plant your right foot and pull back, breaking his hold before he develops it.
he is getting our measure and such we need to throw in some faints and mess up his measure and momentum so he cant adapt

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>Plant your right foot and pull back, breaking his hold before he develops it.

>>4023518
>>Use your force and mass to body him to the ground.
I should think he wouldn't expect a continued offence. Better to end it quickly, no?

>>4023518
>Plant your right foot and pull back, breaking his hold before he develops it.
This isn’t about ending the fight as much as it’s about bleeding stress and growing comradeship

>>4023518
>Plant your right foot and pull back, breaking his hold before he develops it.

>>4023518
>Plant your right foot and pull back, breaking his hold before he develops it.
He expects us to be brutish and force, we will show him we can fight with the same level of sophistication as he.

>>4023518
>>Plant your right foot and pull back, breaking his hold before he develops it.

>>4023518
>Plant your right foot and pull back, breaking his hold before he develops it.

>>4023518
>>Use your force and mass to body him to the ground.

>>4023391

Yeah I think the same. He's probably bothered that our fellow clones are being treated as expendable compared to the Jedi. Makes you wonder if we're really that different from the droids we fight.

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>Plant your right foot and pull back, breaking his hold before he develops it.

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Well we are certainly more expensive

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>Plant your right foot and pull back, breaking his hold before he develops it.

You could easily just overpower him and bring the two of you crashing to the ground and mess of punches and grappling, but you decide to look for a better opportunity. The Echani style was all about feeling out your opponent and hitting them where they’re weakest, he probably expected you to surge ahead full force anyway.

Shifting your weight, you wrench back with a quick motion and force 2337 to release his attempt again. This time, however, he’s much more quick to loosen his grip and, instead of being drug forward, he launches a short roundhouse kick low at your right leg. Realizing you won’t be able to step back quickly enough, you opt instead to lean back slightly and raise your leg, angling yourself to help minimize the damage as it impacts.

It’s a good block, you think, as 2337 drives his kick ineffectively into your thigh armor. You bring the foot back down and intend to immediately counter attack with a jab of your left hand. He brings his guard in close, absorbing the hit and then shoving off of your arm. Your right hand is readying for another swing. Again, however, you’re surprised to see you’re a little slow compared to 2337. He’s already attacking again!

You see that your brother is turning hard around into another kick with his right leg. This time he spins, trying to cover the angle of his attack Raising his leg and craning his head around, his leg stretches out and starts rising. You quickly estimate he’s going for your midsection. You could simply raise and angle your leg again, but this time you want to make sure you can get some offense in...

>Try to catch the kick on your side and take the initiative.
>Step back and let him miss, then close as he turns around again.

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>Try to catch the kick on your side and take the initiative.

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>>Step back and let him miss, then close as he turns around again.

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>Try to catch the kick on your side and take the initiative.

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>>Try to catch the kick on your side and take the initiative.

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>>Try to catch the kick on your side and take the initiative.

>>4025101
>>Step back and let him miss, then close as he turns around again.

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>Try to catch the kick on your side and take the initiative.

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>Step back and let him miss, then close as he turns around again.

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>Try to catch the kick and take the initiative.

Your left arm goes up slightly, just enough to make sure his foot passes under your guard. At the same time, you start to lean to your right. As his foot hits you it causes a softening of the blow and makes his foot begin to slide upward slightly. The trap sprung, you shoot your left arm down and clamp his leg against your armor. It’s then that you feel his foot curl around your back and he launches off his left leg! He rises at you, arms grabbing at your helmet and going for a clinch. This was not an Echani counter, but something very different. You’re lucky that you were able to get your right arm up in time to push him off before he can lock it in.

As he hobbles backward on one leg, you know he realizes he’s made a terrible mistake.

Instantly, you swivel on your hip and begin striking with your free right. 2337 is set off balance by the slight move, unable to tear his leg free and his left arm instinctively going down to try and find some solid purchase. If leaves a large enough gap that your first punch actually nails his helmet low, in the area of his neck. Only a fortunate bend of his head at the last moment keeps you from hitting a critical weak point. He draws his arms up as your attack continues, seemingly unwilling to strike out despite his vulnerability. You go to work, bashing and pounding his defense in a flurry of quick strikes.

Seemingly unable or unwilling to strike back further, your brother is in a desperate position. Before you can completely break his blocking, you watch 2337 begin to fall backwards and go to ground on his back. It’s a desperate move, perhaps even last-ditch. As he rolls backward, he draws his free foot in and then explodes it upward toward your head. You manage to shift to the side, avoiding it crashing into your jaw, and maintain the hold on his other leg for the moment. You try to send a punch downward, gravity assisting you now, but your brother turns to avoid it and then brings his knee between you as a shield to help keep your distance back.

>Toss his legs to the side, strike while he’s vulnerable and try to control his back.
>Turn him to his side and step over, going for a submission.

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>>Turn him to his side and step over, going for a submission.

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>>Toss his legs to the side, strike while he’s vulnerable and try to control his back.

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>>Turn him to his side and step over, going for a submission.

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>Turn him to his side and step over, going for a submission.

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>>Toss his legs to the side, strike while he’s vulnerable and try to control his back.

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>Toss his legs to the side, strike while he’s vulnerable and try to control his back.

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>Control his back

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>>Toss his legs to the side, strike while he’s vulnerable and try to control his back.

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>Toss his legs to the side, strike while he’s vulnerable and try to control his back.

Throwing his leg over to your right, you fall upon your brother quickly. He twists and tries to block his side, but you land a solid strike right into the seam. Had he not been wearing armor, you’d have probably broken something quite important. Instead, you stop him from being able to roll over and rain a couple more blows into the same spot, causing him to lash out desperately at your head. It’s all for naught. With your height advantage and prodigious strength, you roll him quickly onto his stomach and collapse on his back.

You go straight to work, alternating your efforts between keeping him facing the ground and punching the back of his helmet. He starts to curl, trying to defend himself, but you quickly lean forward and keep him pressed down. 2337 is resilient however, keeping his helmet angled just right to take the worst of your blows. He clearly knows what to protect. For a moment you consider going for a choke, but quickly dismiss the thought wanting instead for him to be conscious when he’s forced to give. Reaching beneath his head, you grab the bottom of his helmet and pull back and to the right like a chinstrap, forcing him into a more awkward position. Hammering away at him, you know this is as good as over.

That’s when you feel yourself start to rise slightly. Despite all the weight you have on him, he’s managed to get to his knees, arching his back slightly. You finally notice that you went too far forward and he’s actually escaping underneath you. That was a silly mistake on your part, had you gone for the choke instead this would be done. You’re forced to try and hold on to his helmet as he slips further underneath you, your other hand braced on the ground to try and pull him back. You’re making a small amount of progress when he heaves upward with his legs and you feel yourself now in the air. It’s an impressive show of strength, you had to admit.

Feeling yourself start to go over, you decide it’s better to finish it now than let him escape.

>Wrap your legs and grab one of his wrists, he’s done for now.
>You’re stronger, pull him back up and leave no doubt about it.

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>You’re stronger, pull him back up and leave no doubt about it.

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>Wrap your legs and grab one of his wrists, he’s done for now.

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>Wrap your legs and grab one of his wrists, he’s done for now.

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>>You’re stronger, pull him back up and leave no doubt about it.

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>Wrap your legs and grab one of his wrists, he’s done for now.

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>>Wrap your legs and grab one of his wrists, he’s done for now.

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>>You’re stronger, pull him back up and leave no doubt about it.

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>You’re stronger, pull him back up and leave no doubt about it.

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>Wrap your legs and grab one of his arms, he’s done for now.

It’s the end.

As you shift your force and wrap one of your legs beneath him, you bring the other past and over his helmet. At the same time, you grab 2337’s wrist and pull it outward. In one smooth motion, you push off the floor and flip both you and him over, slamming the back of his helmet into the ground and bringing your second hand to his wrist. You straighten your back and begin to pull, arching backwards and locking your legs over his chest, completing the arm bar.

2337 doesn’t yell, he doesn’t scream, even as the force of your stretching is practically tearing his arm from his body. He has no recourse, you know. You’re completely closed and with only his one arm free, he can’t pry the hold open. Your weight and strength, still quite fresh, is able to keep him pinned and unable to rise even as the pain must be shooting through his body. The strain on his shoulder joint is all-intensive and you hold it for what must be second after agonizing second.

The seconds tick by.

He’s not giving up and he’s making no noise. You stare into his visor, trying to see through the helmet and into the eyes and face that must surely be contorted in pain.

Your brother isn’t giving up. In training this would have been over almost instantly… but this wasn’t training you remind yourself. This was a battle. 2337 was going to continue as long as he’s physically capable for, in debilitating pain or not. Your mind races, trying to think of all the ways this could end. You could apply more pressure, he certainly couldn’t hold out forever, but that could come at a terrible price… but perhaps it was a price he was prepared to pay.

You find yourself wondering if it’s a price you’re willing to pay though…

This can only end in one way…

>Apply more force, even if the damage is severe.
>Release him. This hand needs to save brothers in battle.

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>>Release him. This hand needs to save brothers in battle.

>>4025633
>Release him. This hand needs to save brothers in battle.

>>4025633
>>Release him. This hand needs to save brothers in battle.

>>4025633
>>Release him. This hand needs to save brothers in battle.

We have a war to fight

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>>Release him. This hand needs to save brothers in battle.

>>4025633
What am i missing brother? Tell me.
>Release him. This hand needs to save brothers in battle.

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>Release him. This hand needs to save brothers in battle.

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>>Release him. This hand needs to save brothers in battle.

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>>Release him. This hand needs to save brothers in battle.

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>Release him. This hand needs to save brothers in battle.

There’s not a doubt in your mind.

Slowly you reduce the tension, before unlocking your legs and letting him tear his wrist away from your grip. He clutches at his stricken arm, cradling and protecting it with his other as he first rolls free and then scrambles unsteadily to his feet. At last, you can hear him begin to heavily breathe and grunt in pain. You sit up, keeping your eyes on him. You’re not sure who’s more surprised, your brothers watching, the new Clones trying to understand what’s happening, or even 2337 across from you. He’s leaning over, obviously in great pain and you rise to take a knee, keeping your eyes level with him as the two of you stare across the circle at each other.

“Why…” he breathes between clenched teeth, “Why did you stop?”

“I won’t ruin your arm before a battle,” you say calmly, “I want you to be able to help your brothers.”

“Then why…” his pitch rises, voice cracking, “Do I keep being told to let them die?”

Deep in your gut, you suspected this must have been his meaning. When you had tried to tell him saving a Jedi over a Clone could be worth it, you didn’t think he truly believed you. When you heard Master Trebor say “Anger” he had meant 2337, angry after you told him to focus on Poggle and General Secura. When he had mentioned the brothers who weren’t here…

“Poggle was the mission. Saving the Jedi was our orders,” you try to reason, perhaps to both him and yourself, “We were born to win this war. We have to be ready to die for it.”

“I could have saved them!” 2337 shouts, “Why do we have to be ready to die but everyone else doesn’t? Why are the Generals not willing to die with us?!”

Your brothers look around at each other. The new Clones seem anxious, they had all surely lost brothers from their units…

>”General Secura was willing to die. I’m certain most of them are. But they can’t be replaced like we can.”
>”We exist because they can’t save the Republic. If we need to be better than them, we’ll show the galaxy how warriors fight… and die.”

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>”We exist because they can’t save the Republic. If we need to be better than them, we’ll show the galaxy how warriors fight… and die.”

>>4025817
>”We exist because they can’t save the Republic. If we need to be better than them, we’ll show the galaxy how warriors fight… and die.”

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>”General Secura was willing to die. I’m certain most of them are. But they can’t be replaced like we can.”

>>4025817
>The General Secura was willing to die, she and General Trebor both fought side by side with us. However, they alone can't win a war especially since not all Jedi are like them. We can save the republic if we can watch their others backs, especially the ones willing to watch ours.

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>”We exist because they can’t save the Republic. If we need to be better than them, we’ll show the galaxy how warriors fight… and die.”

>>4025817
>>”We exist because they can’t save the Republic. If we need to be better than them, we’ll show the galaxy how warriors fight… and die.”

>>4025817
>>”We exist because they can’t save the Republic. If we need to be better than them, we’ll show the galaxy how warriors fight… and die.”

>>4025817
>>”General Secura was willing to die. I’m certain most of them are. But they can’t be replaced like we can.”

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>>”We exist because they can’t save the Republic. If we need to be better than them, we’ll show the galaxy how warriors fight… and die.”

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>”We exist because they can’t save the Republic. If we need to be better than them, we’ll show the galaxy how warriors fight… and die.”

2337 stares at you, silent for a moment. Your other brothers take in your words and the meaning behind them.

“I can’t…” 2337 finally says, “I can’t accept that we’re just dying like droids for them.”

“Our entire lives,” you say, rising to address them all, “We have been told that we weren’t droids- that we were better than droids. I believe that. There was never a reason to doubt it. Geonosis has opened many eyes. It’s revealed some hard truths that we may not even fully appreciate yet. There are many things that are going to be hard…”

Your brothers hang on your words, enraptured.

“Even if we’re given orders like them, even if we’re sent charging forward like them, and even if we’re thrown away like them, we are not droids. We are warriors,” your voice carries, the strength of your entire belief in them, "Who are fighting and dying for something larger than all of us."

You abruptly pause, your mind slowly turning over the implications of what you were leading toward...

“I’m not going to let anymore brothers die,” 2337 says lowly, looking up, “Not if I can do something about it.”

“If that’s your truth,” you reply, “Then you must live it.”

2337 stands up straight, allowing his hurt arm to lower to his side. He straightens his back and lifts his head proudly.

“Now fight,” he says firmly, “The Battle Circle is not complete.”

He was right, you knew. As Wrax had said, you would fight until one of you could no longer, anything else was disrespectful. You spread your feet and raise your arms, back into your core stance…

A sound from across the bay draws your attention. You all turn to the doors of the bay and see...

>Sergeant Dance marching straight for you…
>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

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>>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

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>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside..

>>4025985
>>Sergeant Dance marching straight for you…

>>4025985
This will be my last post for tonight. I expect to be on again tomorrow at 2300 GMT! Thanks again for playing along, we're getting into some pretty deep topics. Comments and questions welcome!

I suspect we'll be in the battle proper within the next session or so, so don't miss out, troopers!

>>4025985
>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

>>4025985
>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

>>4025985
>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

Coleman is a bro. And pretending the Jedi aren't willing to die for a mission left a bad taste in my mouth desu. Also, I wanna know whether the flying thing was the Force.

>>4025985
>>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

>>4025985
>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

>>4025985
>>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

>>4025985
>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

>>4026002
Thanks for running man, I'm really enjoying this quest

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>Sergeant Dance marching straight for you…

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>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

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>>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

>>4025985
>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

>>4025985
>Sergeant Dance marching straight for you…

>>4025985
>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

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>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside..

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>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

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>>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

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>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside..

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>>General Coleman Trebor walking slowly inside...

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>General Trebor walking slowly inside…

Your brothers all hesitate in stunned silence, the Vurk simply looking over all of you as he approaches. He wears a clean set of robes, different from the ones that had been stained by blood from both Poggle and Secura and engrained with the red dust that was so insidious on Geonosis. His lightsaber hangs from his side, exactly as it had when you had first seen him onboard the LAAT/i. A number of scenarios run through your mind as to what he might be up to, what he had seen or heard, or what he was about to do, but suddenly, you recalled something that you were supposed to do.

“Attention on deck!” you shout, immediately cueing all the Clones to snap to attention and face the General.
“At ease, please,” the Jedi Master insists, raising one of his hands in apology, “I had not thought anyone would be here, please forgive me for intruding.”

You all relax slightly, a sense of relief washing over you. The tall Jedi smiles kindly as he walks to the edge of the circle. Your brothers step to the side, either to get out of his way or to simply stay clear but you notice he stops before entering the circle. As he continues to shift his focus from Clone to Clone, you see his expression change slightly, shifting more to concern than anything.

“I sense I have interrupted something most important,” he says to Guile, the closest Clone to him.

“Just some… sparring,” the sniper explains quickly, “We were getting in some last moment training before the battle, General.”

If you didn’t believe his explanation, there was no chance that Trebor did you think pessimistically. Yet, the Jedi seems to nod in understanding, his expression softening to a more reflective one.

“Yes, very important,” he nods as he looks around. You’re honestly not certain if he was responding to Guile or continuing his own observation.

His eyes settle on you and there’s a slight sparkle in his dark eyes. Recognition, perhaps? One pair of his eyelids blinks and he seems to notice you’re all still focused on him...

“Ah, please, please,” he motions gently with his hands, “Continue. I fear I have indeed intruded, but perhaps I was meant to see something here?”

Your brothers all look to you, waiting for your reaction. 2337 especially seems curious as to what you’ll do…

>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.
>Try to shift your brothers into basic drills, the Battle Circle isn’t meant for a Jedi.

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Very welcome trooper! Its my pleasure and I'm happy to hear it.

>>4027293
>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.

>>4027293
>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.
If he ain't gonna stop us, we might as well continue. It would be disrespectful not to.

>>4027293
>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.
be proud of who you are not matter what people thinks; this is bad

>>4027293
>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.

>>4027293
>>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.

>>4027293
>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.
This >>4027302

>>4027293
>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.

Trebor helped us save more of our brothers in the escape, he has earned this much.

>>4027293
>>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.

>>4027293
>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.

>>4027293
>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.

>>4027293
>>Continue the fight. Let the Jedi see you as the warriors you are.

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Nodding to 2337, the two of you square yourselves and take your stances. The Clones on the outside shift the circle, more evenly spreading out with the presence of General Trebor. The Jedi folds his hands in front of him, respectfully and takes in the scene still further.

You try to engage your emotions back to the fighting tempo of a moment before, focusing in on 2337 and readying yourself for the fight to resume. Your brother, for his part, seems to be ready, perhaps even better off that the momentary break allowed him to catch his breath and give his arm a few more seconds to recover. He keeps the stricken arm down however, clearly meaning for it to be his guard and to keep his stronger hand in the offensive. He would have been more subtle to broadcast a vid on the holonet stating his intention to be aggressive.

A moment later he does just that. Charging forward rapidly, he raises a fist a makes a show of toward your head. You quickly raise your arm to guard, blocking the strike with ease and you follow through by kicking forward with your right foot. The boot hits 2337 slightly lower than you hoped, but it’s still effective at causing him to stumble for a moment. You immediately step forward and launch your elbow up, nearly smashing into his helmet. 2337 is able to shift his head out of danger, but it’s only a temporary reprieve. You launch your own powerful left at his head. He raises his arm to guard but, predictably, you smash right past it.

Your brother reels, taking two steps backwards that look more dazed than anything else. Your brothers must surely sense this is the true end. You spare a glance at Trebor. The Jedi still faces the fight, but you see he has his eyes closed! You remember the escape from the Geonosian hive and how he had been in the LAAT/i, this may just be one of his ways to perceive things. You refocus on 2337, but by now he’s past the worst of your hit. You silently curse to yourself, that was a good opportunity lost. 2337 doesn’t seem to be done yet after all and instead launched another fist.

Again, you raise your arm to block, but this time you see the blur of his hand open up. Instead of punching at your head, he strikes your guard with an open palm and controls your arm briefly upward. He’s created an opening you realize, and you quickly tense up as his other hand shoots in, punching straight up into your solar plexus. This time it’s your turn to involuntarily stumble back, doubling over slightly as your breath rushes from you and your muscles contract all at once.

2337 steps forward, meaning to take advantage of the moment, but he didn’t hit you nearly so hard that you can’t respond…

>He’s all in on offense. Cover your head from his follow up and then plow forward to surprise him.
>He’s too dazed to move quickly enough. Let him close and then shoot up with the knockout blow.

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>>He’s all in on offense. Cover your head from his follow up and then plow forward to surprise him.

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>He’s all in on offense. Cover your head from his follow up and then plow forward to surprise him

>>4027379
>He’s all in on offense. Cover your head from his follow up and then plow forward to surprise him.
Overconfidence is no good ina fight

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>>He’s all in on offense. Cover your head from his follow up and then plow forward to surprise him.

>>4027379
>He’s all in on offense. Cover your head from his follow up and then plow forward to surprise him.
And pay attention to only the fight in front of us. We've lost too many good chances from looking away for whatever stupid reason.

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>>He’s all in on offense. Cover your head from his follow up and then plow forward to surprise him.
Won't expect the defensive switch from mando-style aggression.

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>>He’s too dazed to move quickly enough. Let him close and then shoot up with the knockout blow.

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>>He’s all in on offense. Cover your head from his follow up and then plow forward to surprise him.

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>>He’s too dazed to move quickly enough. Let him close and then shoot up with the knockout blow.

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Distractions would get you killed on the battlefield, you had to treat this the same. Focusing in, you clear your head. You’re vulnerable, but not defenseless. If 2337 was going to use Mandalorian Core, he would strike with his fist toward your head and neck. Your brother has been much more confusing though, using a variety of styles from his Echani training and something you’re not yet certain about. You also knew he has to be on his last legs, he won’t be moving as fast. Playing the battle out in your head like a game of dejarik, you quickly see the path ahead.

Raising your hands to cover your face, you’re just in time to catch 2337’s boot as it comes flying up. Latching onto his ankle you first pull, setting him off balance and then throw it to the side. As he turns, you rise back to your centered stance and wait. 2337, for his part, knows he’s done for. Instead of dropping his momentum and leaving his back exposed, he spins through and launches a punch straight toward--

Your fist collides with the side of his helmet, low and hard as your cross-counter impacts with ferocious force. You extend through the contact, punching to your arms full extension as your brother’s head jerks back violently. He collapses like a droid that’s had it’s head shorn clean off and hits the deck with a heavy thud. You’re upon him instantly, laying into him with one and then two punches to finish the fight. There’s no need to go further by the time the last one hits.

You grab onto his shoulders, breathing heavily, and quickly get his helmet off before supporting his head steadily. Your brothers all look on in silence as you proceed through a rapid medical inspection. He’s definitely out cold, you determine, but he should be okay for the most part.

The Battle Circle is over…

>Rise and return to your place as Champion. The other will move him.
>Keep at your brother’s side, have the rest go.

>>4027487
Ask if there are any other challenges for the battle circle. Repeat the significance behind it to drill it into the new brothers,

Otherwise
>Keep at your brother’s side, have the rest go.

>>4027487
>Rise and return to your place as Champion. The other will move him.

Finish the battle circle thing, then help a brotha out.

>>4027487
>>Keep at your brother’s side, have the rest go.
>>4027495
What he said too.

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>>4027495
supporting this

>>4027487
>>>Keep at your brother’s side, have the rest go.
And what >>4027495 said

>>4027487
Yes, supporting >>4027495

>Keep at your brother’s side, have the rest go.

>>4027487
>>Rise and return to your place as Champion. The other will move him.

>>4027487
>Keep at your brother’s side, have the rest go.
But with what >>4027495 suggested added in.

>>4027487
>>Keep at your brother’s side, have the rest go.

>>4027487
>>Keep at your brother’s side, have the rest go.

>>4027487
>>Keep at your brother’s side, have the rest go.

>>4027487
>>Rise and return to your place as Champion. The other will move him.

>>4027487
>Rise and return to your place as Champion. The other will move him.

>>4027495
you know what I support this

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Subbort

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support

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Supporting

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Support

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>Keep at your brother’s side, have the rest go.

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Support

>>4027487
Are we still going tonight, Commander?

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I'm back and writing now, apologies!

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>Keep at your brother’s side, see if there’s other challenges, let the rest go.

You look up to your brothers, all of them seeming concerned about 2337.

“He fought well and for good reason,” you begin, “If there are others who wish to do the same, you may step forward and make your challenges. The Battle Circle is where we truly learn about ourselves and others. It is hard, but so are we.”

Your brothers seem to raise their spirits slightly, as they grow more sure that 2337 is okay. The newer clones look around somewhat nervously still, but no one says anything. Master Trebor takes a step forward into the circle.

For a moment, you wonder if he’s going to challenge someone.

“I have learned something very special,” he says, bowing slightly, “May I show you something special in return?”
He motions toward 2337. Seeing no reason to refuse the Jedi, you consent with a small nod. Trebor walks over and kneels down opposite to you. He places his hands, one over the top of each other near your brother’s head, roughly where the swelling from your blows was already starting to become noticable. The Jedi closes his eyes and seems to loosen his body slightly, his head slowly lolling and rising on his neck. You watch, incredulous, as a slight blue glow starts to form around his hands, the three digits on each moving ever so slightly, as though he was weaving invisible string.

The others all take a step inward, watching closely as General Trebor works, his motions slowly becoming more and more pronounced and methodical. As he continues, the glowing becomes brighter and brighter, giving 2337’s face and armor a slight tint as he unconsciously basks in its light.

Almost as fast as it began, the light starts to disappear. Trebor removes his hands and sits back, taking a few deep breaths and composing himself.

“Have you…” you begin, “Healed him?”

“Yes,” the Jedi Master replies tired, but serenely, “Although it is not a specialty of mine. I’m afraid he will likely still have much of a headache.”

The Jedi truly could do miracles, you think to yourself. You had seen him and General Secura jump out of a moving gunship, throw droids Geonosians aside with more ease than you threw a detonator, and you had felt something when you had…

You think back to that moment of you in the pilot seat of the LAAT/i and Trebor in the gunner’s position. He surely knew what that had been.

The Jedi stands up…

>And speaks of the coming battle.
>And speaks of the Jedi.
>And speaks about you all.

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>>And speaks about you all.

Seems Thematic

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>>And speaks about you all.

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>And speaks of the Jedi.

>>4027955
>And speaks of the Jedi.

I repeat, Coleman is a bro. I hope we'll get to work with him frequently.

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>>And speaks about you all.

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Supporting this