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EPISODE 4

The speed at which your situation seemed to be improving was nothing short of bizarre. Having walked out of your cell and into the halls of Cloning Facility without any resistance had, just moments earlier, seemed like an impossibility. That you were doing just that now made you wonder if you had really passed out and this was a dream. The sound of boots on the deck and the clacking of armor from both yourself and the armored figure next to you, however, was a clear indication it was all very real.

In the darkened hold of the cell block, you had first struggled to identify the mysterious visitor. Your mind had raced through the possibilities, wondering what strange combination of circumstances had brought them to your prison. Wrax and Jango had been the first of your thoughts, but neither had been the correct answer. Jango was long gone you knew, left from the planet on a Separatist shuttle. Wrax, of course, had been gone since that fateful day which now seemed so far behind you. This Mandalorian with you now was indeed someone quite different. Someone quite important. His short haircut is streaked with gray and his scars tell of many battles.

He turns his head to you, seeming to have noticed your gaze lingering on him for a moment too long.

“Trying to guess who I am?” he asks, his eyes focusing on you.

“Sir,” you answer quickly, “My apologies. I still don’t understand why I was released.”

“You were released because I’ve had it ordered,” he says simply, “We need to speak. If I like your answers, you may just stay free.”

That was certainly straightforward enough, you had to admit, it at least sounded more fair than facing the Kaminoan’s tribunal again. The thought of the three of them judging 2337 and yourself before you had even spoken made your blood boil, but the memory reminds you that your brother was surely facing them now, alone.

“My brother, 2337,” you turn entirely to the Mandalorian, “He was taken out just before me. They’re going to-”

“Talk more about his incident and put him back in the cell,” he replies, stopping and turning to face you, “The Kaminoans are headless at the moment. There’s no one to approve any reconditioning orders. Cogs are moving with anyone at the controls.”

His response goes some way to putting you at ease, but the thought of 2337 under pressure still bothered you. The armored warrior doesn’t seem to care about your unease, however, and he begins to continue down the hall again. You follow after him quickly, worried that straying too far from him might cause you to be detained again.

“Sir,” you start to say…

>”I need to know if my brothers are alright before we start.”
>”There’s been a lot that’s happened today. What do you want to know?”

>>4097190
>>”I need to know if my brothers are alright before we start.”

>>4097190
>>”There’s been a lot that’s happened today. What do you want to know?”

>>4097190
>>”I need to know if my brothers are alright before we start.”

>>4097190
>>”There’s been a lot that’s happened today. What do you want to know?”

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>”I need to know if my brothers are alright before we start.”

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>”There’s been a lot that’s happened today. What do you want to know?”

Tie vote to start the thread, ten more minutes!

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+1

>>4097298
>>”I need to know if my brothers are alright before we start.”

>>4097190
>”There’s been a lot that’s happened today. What do you want to know?”

>>4097190
>>”There’s been a lot that’s happened today. What do you want to know?”

>>4097190
>”There’s been a lot that’s happened today. What do you want to know?”

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>>4097298
por que no los dos

>”I need to know if my brothers are alright before we start.”
>”There’s been a lot that’s happened today. What do you want to know?”

“We’ve gone through a lot today, I’ll answer anything but I have to know if my brothers are alright.”

The Mandalorian warrior nods, his face hard but his eyes showing some understanding for your condition.

“You really are different.”

The words register, but you’re not entirely certain how to respond immediately. He doesn’t give you a chance, however, turning and continuing down the hall.

“I’ll find out,” he reassures you, “It’s been a big day for a lot of reasons.”

After you catch up again, you focus on keeping in step with him as he walks quickly onward, leading you out of the administrative area and into the larger training facility. There seems to have been some minor cleanup since you were pulled into the tribunal and later tossed into a cell. The number of droid parts littering the halls has decreased significantly, the maintenance droids still operating working in overdrive to remove them. The scene reminds you of watching your brothers being stacked upon the corpse cart you used to save 3034. Perhaps all the dead Clones had been cleaned away already…

With a sharp turn, the Mandalorian starts going down a hall that’s familiar, but only barely. It’s the way to the apartments the training sergeants had all lived in. Some doors are open, but the insides are largely empty. There doesn’t seem to be a great deal of battle scars here, meaning they likely had been open and empty from before the attack.

“Most of the Cuy’val Dar shipped out just after you all went to Geonosis,” the warrior says, without prompting, “Once they had their credits, they had left quickly. I almost did too.”

“You were one of Jango’s sergeants,” you say, realizing you should have made that leap much earlier. Perhaps your head was more banged up than you realized. The Mandalorian doesn’t immediately respond, instead activating a door panel and entering the room before the both of you. The room is dark, but you enter in, squinting to make out anything.

As the door slides shut behind you, the lights come on, revealing a rather plainly decorated room… filled with an incredible amount of weapons. Blasters, ammo, detonators, mines, and more are all piled high, and numerous empty cases cover the floor.

There’s also…
>Someone aiming a blaster at you.
>Your beskad stabbed into the wall.

>>4097460
>Someone aiming a blaster at you.
Drama time lads

>>4097460
>>Your beskad stabbed into the wall.

>>4097460
>Your beskad stabbed into the wall.

>>4097460
>>Your beskad stabbed into the wall.

>>4097460
>Your beskad stabbed into the wall.

>>4097460
>>Your beskad stabbed into the wall.

>>4097460
>Someone aiming a blaster at you.

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>Your beskad stabbed into the wall.

The snarling mythosaur head of the blade greets you at almost eye level, driven into the wall of the apartment with a large amount of force. It’s bitten deep into the wall, the beskar easily beating the construction material. Without thinking too much about it, you put a hand on the hilt and the other on the wall, carefully removing it from the wound left behind.

“How did this get here?” you ask simply, someone clearly knew it was yours and that it had been taken at the cell block by security.

“One of my lads,” the Mandalorian replies, clearing away a pile of blaster pistols on top of a large container, “He thought you might ask about it, so he went ahead and grabbed it.”

You put the blade on your belt, just as he opens the case. His body blocks your view of the contents for a moment, but a few seconds later he’s handing you a fresh helmet from inside it.

“You’re missing this too,” he explains.

You nod, taking the helmet into your hand and then quickly putting it on, perhaps out of training, perhaps out of comfort. As the HUD flickers to life and the visor activates, you’re immediately struck by a few unfamiliar features that appear.

“A prototype,” the Mandalorian says, “Call it a field test.”

“Yes, Sir,” is all you can manage to say. While looking rather stock from the outside, you confirm that the helmet definitely has a few bells and whistles more than the standard model. The visual clarity seems to be sharper and clearer for one thing. The weight feels slightly strange on your head, perhaps it was balanced differently? You push your curiosity aside as the warrior turns back to you.

“My name is Kal Skirata,” he introduces himself at last, “I’ve heard a lot about you 0027.”

You keep silent for the moment. The name was familiar, but that wasn’t too strange for one of the Sergeants. You still don’t particularly recall much about him.

“Let’s talk about today,” he continues, “I want to know what happened from the moment you landed.”

It’s a long story, you think to yourself, and you were until very recently worried about time. The look on the sergeant’s face, however, seems to show he’s not worried about time at all.

You decide that you’ll have to trust 2337 will be alright. You start telling your own version of Kamino...

>Focusing on the specifics of the enemy and how you and your brothers fought them.
>Particularly noting the strange, unexpected, and terrible things you encountered.

>>4097624
>>Particularly noting the strange, unexpected, and terrible things you encountered.
Oh shit its best boy Skirata.

>>4097624
>>Focusing on the specifics of the enemy and how you and your brothers fought them.

>>4097626
Ditto, on all counts
>>4097624
Did I fucking call it? Are we gonna be a misplaced Null or something?

>>4097624
>Particularly noting the strange, unexpected, and terrible things you encountered.
What are we, a mix up or something?

>>4097624
>>Particularly noting the strange, unexpected, and terrible things you encountered.
I wasn’t expecting Skirata. I wonder what type of clone Double-Oh and gang really are

>>4097624
I'm going to let this one go overnight. Tomorrow is my local game, but I should be able to get in a post or two at least. Probably at around 2300 GMT.

Thanks for playing!

>>4097624
>Particularly noting the strange, unexpected, and terrible things you encountered.

>>4097624
>Particularly noting the strange, unexpected, and terrible things you encountered

>>4097624
>>Particularly noting the strange, unexpected, and terrible things you encountered.

>>4097624
>>Particularly noting the strange, unexpected, and terrible things you encountered
tell him how we iced general grievous

>>4097624
>>Particularly noting the strange, unexpected, and terrible things you encountered.

There was an awful lot of weird shit going on desu.

>>4097624
>>Particularly noting the strange, unexpected, and terrible things you encountered.

>>4097624
>Focusing on the specifics of the enemy and how you and your brothers fought them.
Don't wanna be too proud of all that bloody business, we've lost our guys and failed the mission.

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>Particularly noting the strange, unexpected, and terrible things you encountered.

You start speaking about the landing zone, focusing on how your battalion had deployed in the earliest stages. The assault had been entirely textbook until Lieutenant Falx had charged into the hangar with just his squad. That’s when you had broken off from your own to help, but strangely everyone else seemed fine with them being cut off and potentially destroyed. Looking back at it, you wonder if it was because they perhaps expected to be destroyed, so long as it let the other squads have an easier fight on the way in. The part about getting the drop on the Droideka really seems to get Kal’s attention, but when you mention how quickly those troopers could have been lost, he jumps in.

“There’s been a lot of casualties these first two battles,” he agrees, a hint of anger in his voice, “The tactics that are being used make them inevitable, even the Commandos were devastated by how the Jedi were using them.”

That certainly made sense. From what you had seen of Jedi tactics, it mostly involved charging forward. While they could get away with blocking shots with their sabers, most troopers were quickly out of luck.

You press on with the tale, introducing your own chance encounter with Jedi Padawan named Skywalker and the battle with the red saber. You make sure to spend a moment to highlight how Guile had managed to wound the white-bearded warrior and how the two of you had held until help arrived. Skirata seems impressed that you had managed to successfully guard the wounded Jedi Master named Kota, but he doesn’t let you dwell too long on it.

“And then came your Jango mission?” he prompts you forward.

“Yes, Sir,” you say, “We were able to infiltrate in and, with the help of a young Clone, we made contact with the troopers holding out at the barracks… including Alpha-96.”

Figuring that he was already well aware of your encounter with the ARC, as well as the details of his demise, you’re surprised when he raises his hand to stop you from going on.

“What did you think of him?”

That was definitely a question you weren’t expecting. Aside from your brothers, you’re not certain if you’ve ever been asked to give your opinion of another Clone.

>”For someone who was supposed to be the best… He didn’t impress me.”
>”I can't help but think we're better off without him, honestly. Killing those Clones was unforgivable.”

>>4098657
>”I can't help but think we're better off without him, honestly. Killing those Clones was unforgivable.”

>>4098657
>>”For someone who was supposed to be the best… He didn’t impress me.”

>>4098657
>>”I can't help but think we're better off without him, honestly. Killing those Clones was unforgivable.”
>>”For someone who was supposed to be the best… He didn’t impress me.”
Por que no los dos?

>>4098657
>>”For someone who was supposed to be the best… He didn’t impress me.”

>>4098657
>”I can't help but think we're better off without him, honestly. Killing those Clones was unforgivable.”

>>4098657
>”I can't help but think we're better off without him, honestly. Killing those Clones was unforgivable.”

>>4098657
>”I can't help but think we're better off without him, honestly. Killing those Clones was unforgivable.”

>>4098657
>>”I can't help but think we're better off without him, honestly. Killing those Clones was unforgivable.”

>>4098657
>>”For someone who was supposed to be the best… He didn’t impress me.”

>>4098686
Ditto

>>4098657
>”For someone who was supposed to be the best… He didn’t impress me.”

>>4098657
>”For someone who was supposed to be the best… He didn’t impress me.”

>>4098657
>>”I can't help but think we're better off without him, honestly. Killing those Clones was unforgivable.”

Remember guys. This is Kal. The clones he trained call him Father for a damn good reason and he returns the sentiment. Also Double 0 values the lives of his brothers more then anything.

That the ARC was murdering his wounded brothers is what would stick with us the most.

>>4098657
>>”I can't help but think we're better off without him, honestly. Killing those Clones was unforgivable.”

fuck that cunt.

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>Remember guys
That sounds like metagaming to me, bro.

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>”I can't help but think we're better off without him, honestly. Killing those Clones was unforgivable.”

The words come from your mouth with firm conviction. You believe entirely that 2337 had done the correct thing and, more importantly, you find yourself convinced you would have done much the same thing as he had to stop the killing.

“If 2337 hadn’t been there,” you continue, “I don’t know if Alpha-96 would have been stopped.

“Most clones wouldn’t have intervened,” Kal agrees.

“We’re not like most Clones,” is all you can think to reply.

“So I’ve noticed. What happened on your way to Jango?”

“We tried to find him,” you answer, going into the story of your tracking him.

The discovery of the dead ARC troopers in the medical bay had been your first indication that you had to be ready. Their lightsaber wounds had cued you into an enemy that would be fearsome to face without an advantage. You go into detail, explaining how 7651, 5309, and you had decided that speed was going to be your only chance to head them off. You recount the crossing of the Citadel training course and the fortunate sniper fire that had given you a clear way across to the hangar side of the facility. Kal nods here, but doesn’t interrupt.

Having reached your predicted destination for the Separatist escape, you explained, you ordered the only ship in the hangar to be rigged to explode. Guessing that it was the enemy’s intended escape route and then set your trap and ambush. Seeing what the red-blade from earlier was capable of had been your largest insight into the coming fight, and you intended to use every advantage you could muster. The Mandalorian seems pleased as you explain how you had planned to either blow the ship with the Separatist leader on it or use it to lure them into the hallway to be killed there.

“Anyone like the Jedi is a deadly enemy,” he offers, “They can almost sense danger before you pull the trigger. It was clever of you to have a backup.”

“It… He wasn’t a Jedi,” you try to correct him, “At least, he didn’t seem to have that sense. He was more like a wild animal, but his body let him do things with a lightsaber even a Jedi would have had trouble with.”

“And you survived him.”

“Barely,” you acknowledge, “This beskad kept me from being killed, but it was my brothers who saved me.”

“And that’s when you killed the Separatist.”

“General Grievous,” you recall the warrior’s name, “With the detonators. And that’s when Jango appeared, while I was tending to 5309’s wounds...”

>Leave out the details of your history with Jango and why he was beating you.
>Include a short acknowledgement of the night Wrax and Countdown escaped.

>>4099042
>Leave out the details of your history with Jango and why he was beating you.

>>4099042
>>Include a short acknowledgement of the night Wrax and Countdown escaped.

>>4099042
>Include a short acknowledgement of the night Wrax and Countdown escaped.

>>4099042
>>Include a short acknowledgement of the night Wrax and Countdown escaped.

>>4099042
>Leave out the details of your history with Jango and why he was beating you.

>>4099042
>>Include a short acknowledgement of the night Wrax and Countdown escaped.

If anyone would understand WHY we did it it's Kal. Cause his sons would do the same exact shit.

>>4099042
>>Include a short acknowledgement of the night Wrax and Countdown escaped.

>>4099042
>Include a short acknowledgement of the night Wrax and Countdown escaped.

>>4099042
>>Include a short acknowledgement of the night Wrax and Countdown escaped.

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>>Include a short acknowledgement of the night Wrax and Countdown escaped.

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>Include a short acknowledgement of the night Wrax and Countdown escaped.

“He was angry,” you explain, “At the Jedi, maybe at himself… but mostly at me.”

Skirata leans forward slightly, silently prompting you to continue.

“The night he was injured, why he ended up in the bacta tank,” you ease yourself into the memory, “Was my brothers and me. We were the ones who attacked him when he started beating our sergeant. He had a blaster out and was going to kill him.”

“And you all got the jump on Jango Fett,” Skirata shakes his head slightly.

You frown slightly behind your helmet visor. It wasn’t as though you had ambushed him. Jango was the one who had walked into your Battle Circle and started to attack. He was the one who had forced you all to react. What else could have done, you think to yourself?

“He didn’t see us threats,” you say firmly, “We were just supposed to wait for our turn.”

“Most Clones are bred for obedience,” Kal replies, “You were too.”

“We were raised to care for each other,” you answer, a little too quickly perhaps, “Sergeant Wrax made sure of that.”

“Wrax Krit,” Skirata says with little emotion, “You all helped him to escape.”

You nod slowly. The official story had been that he had used you all, a mixture of abusing his authority and lying to you. In reality, however, he hadn't even been able to walk without you all carrying him. For some reason, it felt good to finally get to tell the story, to finally let someone hear it all.

“Where did he go?” he asks, “Why did only one of you go with?”

He remembered Countdown, you think suddenly. Your Vode’s mastery of all things technical was an easy enough cover, you had told the Kaminoans that Wrax ordered him to fly the shuttle. While the sergeant did indeed need him, it was by Countdown’s own choice. He didn’t want to leave Wrax floating in space half dead. You had not wanted that either, but you had chosen to stay with 2337, Guile, and 4582. Skirata wanted to know what had separated you all.

“It was our duty to fight for the Republic,” you answer, “Countdown went because he saw it as duty to Wrax. He made us what we are.”

“And what are you?”

“Vode.”

“Do you regret not going with you brother?”

You pause, putting the words together in your head.

“No,” you answer truthfully...

>“I don’t regret it. Because of us, many other brothers are still alive.”
>”I would make the same choice again. I hope we can survive until we can meet again."

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>>“I don’t regret it. Because of us, many other brothers are still alive.”

>>4099168
>>“I don’t regret it. Because of us, many other brothers are still alive.”

>>4099168
>“I don’t regret it. Because of us, many other brothers are still alive.”
Many more are dead, but that's not our responsability, we help more here, than there.

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>>“I don’t regret it. Because of us, many other brothers are still alive.”

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>>“I don’t regret it. Because of us, many other brothers are still alive.”

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>>“I don’t regret it. Because of us, many other brothers are still alive.”

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>“I don’t regret it. Because of us, many other brothers are still alive.”

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>>“I don’t regret it. Because of us, many other brothers are still alive.”

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>“I don’t regret it. Because of us, more brothers are alive.”

“Your commitment to keeping other Clones alive is a worthy one,” Skirata says, “Wrax taught you how to fight and how to care for each other, that’s obvious.”

He ends his sentence almost as if it’s unfinished. Walking over to a counter laden with ammo, he leans back against it and folds his arms.

“Why do you think Wrax was training you all?”

The obvious answer was for the Republic, you think. He had trained you to be the most effective fighters he could, surely you had proven that true more than once? If he was asking why a Mandalorian sergeant had spent so much time on specifically your brothers and you, you were less certain.

“He wanted to make us strong,” you begin, “To be the best.”

“Are you?”

That was less obvious. As much as you had accomplished today, you hadn’t been entirely successful. On Geonosis, from the Arena, to the aid station, to the capital hive, you and your brothers had been where the fighting was thickest and your brothers had needed you the most. Here on Kamino you had faced more terrible enemies. Some you had stopped forever, others who may have gotten away, but you had certainly saved lives in the process, you reassured yourself. Failing to bring Jango back had lost you a mission, but had it been worth saving 3034? Or any of the others who had survived with 2337? If he was repossessed, would it still be worth it?

“No,” you say bluntly.

You had learned well that there was room to improve. As much as you had found the tactics of the Jedi and Lieutenant Falx in the hangar questionable because of their lack of concern for casualties, your own squad had fared little better than most.

“My squad took heavy injuries,” you begin, “At least one death and maybe more. As far as I know, 2337 and I are the only ones still conscious.”

Reminding yourself on how you had asked him to find out about them, you can’t help but note he’s not done much in that regard.

“You want to reduce your casualties?” Kal says, somewhat intrigued.

“Wrax taught us how to complete our objectives,” you reiterate, “But we believe that dying in the process is natural, we accept it because it could be the difference for the mission being successful or not. I want to...”

>”Learn how to lead, so my brother can win and survive.”
>”Become stronger, to make sure their sacrifices aren’t in vain.”

>>4099223
This will be my last post for this evening, thanks for playing! I may be busy tomorrow, but I believe I'll be able to post for a bit around 1900 GMT. I'll keep you posted!

>>4099223
>>”Learn how to lead, so my brother can win and survive.”
>>”Become stronger, to make sure their sacrifices aren’t in vain.”

Both desu.

>>4099223
>”Learn how to lead, so my brother can win and survive.”

>>4099226
Ditto
To lead, one must be strong enough to support your men. Such is the Mando Way

>>4099223
>”Learn how to lead, so my brother can win and survive.”

>>4099223
>>”Learn how to lead, so my brother can win and survive.”

>>4099223
Supporting >>4099226

>>4099226
Poor QM. I suspect this is another attempt to get us to choose between a command role or becoming an ARC. But the players aren't having it!

>>4099223
>>”Become stronger, to make sure their sacrifices aren’t in vain.”

>>4099223
>>”Become stronger, to make sure their sacrifices aren’t in vain.”

>>4099223
>>”Learn how to lead, so my brother can win and survive.”
>>”Become stronger, to make sure their sacrifices aren’t in vain.”

>>4099223
>”Become stronger, to make sure their sacrifices aren’t in vain.”

>>4099223
>>”Learn how to lead, so my brother can win and survive.”

>>4099223
>>”Become stronger, to make sure their sacrifices aren’t in vain.”

>>4099223
>”Become stronger, to make sure their sacrifices aren’t in vain.”

>>4099223
>>”Learn how to lead, so my brother can win and survive.”

>>4099223
>>”Become stronger, to make sure their sacrifices aren’t in vain.”

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>”Become stronger, to make sure their sacrifices aren’t in vain.”

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>>4099530
Corner crawling? Bug horde? Wall climbing? Wooden flooring? Infestation? Infiltration? Breach?

>>4099540
Crawling out of the woodwork I think.

>>4099530
That's not until the bug planet, trooper!

>>4099546
Wait I got it! They're coming outta the goddamn walls!

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>”Become stronger, to make sure their sacrifices aren’t in vain.”

“You could train your whole life,” Kal remarks, his eyes glancing at something else in the room behind you, “And never be that strong.”

“I have to keep trying,” you stay focused on him, determined, “It’s how I was raised. It’s how I’ve lived and fought. I was the only one who made it to the end, but I didn’t have enough left to fight Jango.”

“I’ve known Jango a long time,” the Mandalorian answers, his eyes meeting your own again, “He’s more stubborn and prideful than most, you would have had to cut his head off to stop him. If he wanted to leave there wasn’t anything else you could do.”

You clench your fists slightly, the tightening of your arms and cracking of your knuckles just barely audible. The fact that Jango had been determined to leave, rather than forcibly taken was enraging. It was almost as if your mission had been handicapped from the start, you can’t help but think, and the efforts of your brothers had been misplaced. Maybe you all could have helped 2337 at the barracks, keeping them from falling until help arrived? Maybe you could have assisted the lone sniper or the Clone that was being chased by the droid squad? Would any of those have been like 3034, alive now because of you? Instead you would likely never know, because you had been focused on the mission. You had made the right choices, you knew, but someone else’s choice had kept you from being successful.

“But you’re right,” Kal continues, watching your reaction, “You can become stronger.”

“How, Sir?” you ask directly.

“Strength to a Mandalorian warrior,” he explains, “Is life. It is the struggle to improve and become greater. Fighting for yourself, your brothers, your clan, your Mandalore. They all make you stronger, but it takes an entirely different kind of strength to fight in the first place.”

It was not an unfamiliar sentiment, you realize.

“Wrax once told me,” you recall the final Battle Circle fight with him, “That Mandalorians are divided, but still connected by that belief. That all have to fight and be willing to fight, that all are bound by honor, language, weapons and armor, and family.”

“And Mandalore,” Kal adds.

“Their home,” you reply.

“Their leader,” the warrior corrects.

He stands up straight, stretching slightly and setting his shoulders back and square.

“Krit taught you right,” he says firmly, “But he didn’t teach you whole. Maybe he was waiting for later or maybe he never intended you to know the difference, it doesn’t matter. The last word and the first thought of any Mandalorian warrior is the Mandalore, their leader and guide.”

>”We were raised for the Republic above all,” you say with no doubt.
>”We have leaders,” you reply, “And the Jedi have incredible powers.”

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>”We were raised for the Republic above all,” you say with no doubt.

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>>”We were raised for the Republic above all,” you say with no doubt.

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>>”We were raised for the Republic above all,” you say with no doubt.

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>>”We were raised for the Republic above all,” you say with no doubt.

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>”We were raised for the Republic above all,” you say with no doubt.

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>”We were raised for the Republic above all,” you say with no doubt.

“The Republic isn’t your Mandalore,” Skirata explains, “No more than a sergeant or a captain is your father. They lead you, they order you, but they’re not the same. The Kaminoans created you, but they’re even worse. To them, you’re nothing but units.”

You catch yourself nodding at the last point, that had seemed to have proven true enough for you.

“By right,” he continues, “Jango is the Mand’alor. He hasn’t used the title himself for some time and we’re weaker for it. The clans, the splinter groups, the pretenders and more all keep competing with each other, that’s where our strength has been, but also our weakness. Loyalties to clan or family only get us so far.”

“Are you loyal to Jango?” you ask, somewhat mystified by the revelation Jango Fett was the leader of all Mandolorians.

Kal smiles.

“I am loyal to Mandalore,” he answers, but keeps from saying Jango’s name immediately, you notice, “The Jango you know hasn’t wanted loyalty for a long time, all he wants are credits and his memories. I’ve learned he wants more though, Boba is proof enough of that. Perhaps leaving is another sign.”

“Why do you think he left?” you press the question.

“Jango has his reasons, I’m sure. Guessing them is a waste of time, it would be much easier to just try to find out. It might be that he wants to raise Boba far and away from the Republic and the Jedi. Maybe with the credits in his pocket he’ll go and try to keep living his life as a mercenary. Plenty of other Sergeants left as soon as they were paid.”

“You said that you almost did too,” you recalled from your walk over, “Why did you stay?”

“I have my reasons too,” Kal admits, “To me, they’re almost just like Boba is to Jango.”

“You have sons?” you ask, remembering he had referred to them earlier as well.

“I do, biological ones at least,” he says a bit nebulously, “But I’ve also raised warriors.”

He nods his head at something past you and you at last turn around. You see a Clone like yourself, but also very different somehow. He’s wearing ARC armor, reaching up to remove the helmet from his head.

“This is one of them,” Kal introduces…

>“Mereel.”
>“A’den.”

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A’den

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>“A’den.”

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>A’Den

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>A’den

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>>“A’den.”

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>>“A’den.”

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>>“Mereel.”

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>“A’den.”

The Clone puts the helmet down to his side, smiling quite happily. Although he naturally, or perhaps unnaturally, looks much the same as you, you’re able to pinpoint a few differences very quickly. He’s definitely larger than you and most other Clones.

“I’ve got good news, Kal’buir,” A’den opens up quickly, “Ordo’s just confirmed the Kaminoans are calling an emergency meeting of their elites. They’re going to start selecting a new Prime Minister within the next cycle or two.”

“Good,” Skirata answers, “We can at least count on them to be coldly efficient, even to one of their own.”

You’re left a bit in the dark about the conversation and tilt your helmet slightly.

“Who is this one?” A’den asks, a curious look crossing his face.

“CT-0027, please introduce yourself,” Kal urges you.

For a moment, you hesitate what else you would say besides your designation. Skirata had basically said everything already. You elect not to question it, however, instead coming to attention and rattling off your standard report.

“CT-0027, Shriek Hawk Battalion, Third Company,” you state plainly. The ARC trooper’s smile twists a bit in confusion, before becoming a deep scowl. He snaps to attention himself.

“ARC Null-12,” he barks loudly, staring past you, “Hello, CT-0027, Shriek Hawk Battalion, Third Company, are you operating within standard procedure today?!”

His… humor is quite evident, you think to yourself, he’s just having a bit of fun. You quickly adjust your stance and tone.

“...my brothers call me Double-Oh, good to meet you, A’den.”

With a flash, the smile is back on his face.

“That’s a bit better,” he says, changing his stance, “Now, what brings you here?”

“I did,” Kal answers him, “Double-Oh was the last one to see Jango on the planet, I had to pull him out of a cell over a dead Alpha-class.”

“Killed an Alpha?” A’den says, suddenly confused again.

“My brother did,” you try to explain quickly, “But it was only to stop him from killing other Clones.”

“This sounds like a long story,” the ARC looks to his father.

“It is,” Kal nods, walking over to him, “But I have a much shorter one for now. I believe we have a unique opportunity.”

A’den smiles again, seeming to understand his meaning.

“An opportunity for what?” you finally force yourself to ask.

This time, Kal Skirata smiles...

>”Making you stronger."
>"Electioneering."

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Electioneering

>>4099992
Have to step out for the evening, so this may be my last post! Thanks for playing today. I'll plan to be back on tomorrow at 2300 GMT.

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>>”Making you stronger."

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>>”Making you stronger."

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>>"Electioneering."

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>"Electioneering

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>>”Making you stronger."

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>Making you stronger

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>”Making you stronger."

>>4099992
>>”Making you stronger."

With some aid we may be able to save many more brothers that we could otherwise.

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>>"Electioneering."

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>”Making you stronger."

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>>"Electioneering."

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>”Making you stronger."

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>>”Making you stronger.
ARC training?

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>Electioneering
I'm curious

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>Electioneering

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>”Making you stronger."

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>”Making you stronger."
We'll rebuild him. Stronger. Harder. Longer. Heavier. Bigger.

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>”Making you stronger."

The words register, but you’re not sure immediately what to make of them.

“Stronger, how?” you ask searchingly.

“The Republic is going to need soldiers that can do things that need done,” Kal starts to explain, “Things that most troopers can’t do.”

“Like the Commandos? The ARCs?” you offer.

Skirata nods.

“A’den and his brothers are ARCs as well, but a different class. They’re better, but all ARCs and Commandos are trained to do those kinds of missions. The question is if they’re still able to do them.”

He motions to A’den who quickly takes his side.

“Casualties among the Alpha-Class ARCs has been high,” A’den reports, “They lost a lot of lads defending the Kaminoan government, being caught on the backfoot meant they took heavy casualties fast and early. It’s looking like they’re not going to be as effective as Jango or the Kaminoans had planned.”

“The Commando units were devastated by Geonosis too,” Kal jumps in, “They were used like hammers when they were supposed to be scalpels. Too many were lost in frontal charges.”

You think back to Galant squad, they had been some of the most fearsome Clones you had ever seen on a battlefield. They were just as vulnerable to turbolaser and heavy blaster fire though…

“The combined effect,” Skirata continues, “Is that there’s going to be a need to fill out those units, to make new ARCs, and potentially come up with new ways that exceptional Clones can contribute more to the Grand Army.”

You keep silent. A part of you wants to ask what they mean by exceptional Clones, but you're willing to bet there’s a reason you’ve been pulled out of your cell.

“The Alphas aren’t quite keen on my brothers and me,” A’den picks up on the conversation, “Neither are the bloody Kaminoans. However, there aren’t enough of the Alphas to do it all and the Kaminoans can’t breed new brothers overnight or replace the kind of training the Alphas got or how Kal’biur raised us.”

“Or how Wrax raised my brothers,” you add.

“You’re tracking now,” Kal agrees, “The Kaminoans are going to be in flux while they try to get their leadership put back together. The Jedi won’t interfere in how the Kaminoans do their business. They won’t be able to do much with the broken units, meaning they’ll probably focus on deploying the healthy ones while battalions like yours are in recovery. Our opportunity is in the interim.”

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The Mandalorian places a hand on A’den’s shoulder.

“We’re going to give them a ready-made solution, one that’s right under their noses,” he finally reveals, “I want A’den to give you a crash course, along with a few other Clones that we’ve tapped. His brothers and some of my Commandos will be doing the same. By the time the new Prime Minister is picked, we’ll be able to present you all as the answer to their problem.”

You’re taken aback slightly. ARC training? Commando training? Something else entirely? It was all very sudden.

“How will this all happen?” you ask, very interested at the prospect.

“The basics are already being worked,” Kal deflects, “But what I need now is a commitment from you. When this is over, there’s a good chance that we’ll be able to put together a completely new unit for special tasks, similar to the Commandos. It’s also likely they’ll want to defuse this training through the ranks, like the ARCs were intended for. I want to know which you’re more inclined to.”

Getting tailored, special training was certainly an incredible opportunity. From the casualties alone, you considered, the Grand Army was likely going to need to change drastically. This group seemed like the forefront of that change. You noticed that Kal had said you though…

“Are my brothers also being selected? CT-2337, CT-4457, and CT-4582?”

Skirata shakes his head.

“Prospects, but not in this round,” he tells you, “Maybe not at all.”

The prospect is suddenly a bit less bright. Leaving your brothers behind was a big decision to take all at once. You think for a moment on what would happen if you were pulled from the group. Perhaps 2337 would get to do his medical training and maybe 4582 and Guile would be a piloting or sniper pairing? Or maybe they would stay together and you would be gone, just like Countdown was. There was the chance you could come back to the squad after our training, perhaps you’d be able to pass it on to them as well…

“It’s clear that you’re special, Double Oh,” Kal says directly, “I think you know that. The question is how you’re going to take advantage of that specialness?”

You take a breath...

>”I want in on the special unit. It sounds like the place where I’ll do the most good for the Republic.”
>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

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>>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

>>4101873
>”I want in on the special unit. It sounds like the place where I’ll do the most good for the Republic.”

>>4101873
>”I want in on the special unit. It sounds like the place where I’ll do the most good for the Republic
We're a very effective squad, but not on par with ARCs. Splitting us up will do the most good.

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>”I want in on the special unit. It sounds like the place where I’ll do the most good for the Republic.”

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>>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

>>4101903
To note, that's specifically an outcome if you pick to return to your squad after the training. Otherwise it is not likely.

>>4101873
>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

>>4101930
Ah let me change that then.

>>4101873
>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

>>4101873
>>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

>>4101873
>>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

>>4101873
>>”I want in on the special unit. It sounds like the place where I’ll do the most good for the Republic.”

>>4101873
>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

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>>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

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>>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

>>4101873
>>”I want in on the special unit. It sounds like the place where I’ll do the most good for the Republic.”

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>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

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>I want to return to my brothers after the training is over. We’re strongest when we’re together.”

As exciting as a special unit would be, you couldn’t shake the feeling you were stronger with your brothers than without them. The chance to get specialized training and sharing it with them and other Clones was very much a chance to help their survivability as well. If it was anything like sharing the Battle Circle had been, you had every indication that the other Clones would be quick learners and benefit from the experience.

Kal glances to A’den, the Clone slumps his shoulders as an overexaggerated look of defeat washes over him.

“You called it,” the ARC trooper admits to his father.

“Call it intuition,” Skirata answers him before readdressing you, “I figured you might say that. Just keep it in mind. If you complete the training like I expect you will, it might be we get a hold of you for a special mission or too later on.”

That was certainly an exciting prospect as well, you had to admit to yourself. Working beside the Commandos and Jedi on Geonosis had given you a belief that your brothers and you could do amazing things, the fight here on Kamino had confirmed it. This war that you all had been bred for would certainly have a need for many special missions before it was over, you couldn’t help but think that you would be involved in more than one of them.

“A’den is, like his brothers, very talented,” Kal explains, “They were bred with genetics improved from your own baseline, so some of it won’t be able to transfer. That’s just a fact, he can’t teach you to have perfect memory recall or to be taller. He’ll teach you other skills that we’ll focus on as the basis of your program: Stealth, Adaptability, and Lethality. My lads are all the best warriors I’ve ever trained, he’ll pass that on to you as well.”

You notice that A’den seems almost completely focused on Kal’s every word. He’s mostly emotionless, until the Mandalorian makes a mention of his skills. The ARC trooper smiles pridefully as his father compliments his talents.

“Each of my lads have their own personal tastes in combat and sorting out enemies, which are important to mention as well,” Skirata continues, “I’ve selected you to train under A’den, because I think your physical characteristics make you a good fit for his abilities as well.”

“I’ve always led the way for my brothers physically,” you acknowledge, “What sort of training?”

>”Pain resistance, especially for resisting torture.”
>”Blade work, as learned from me.”

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>>”Blade work, as learned from me.”

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>>”Blade work, as learned from me.”

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>>”Blade work, as learned from me.”

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>”Blade work, as learned from me.”

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>>”Blade work, as learned from me.”

We're gonna take that pointy bit o' metal and ram it so far into a siths chest we'll be able to pin 'em to a wall.

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>>”Blade work, as learned from me.”

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>>”Blade work, as learned from me.”

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Ditto
>Inb4 we become Kal Jr

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>”Blade work, as learned from me.”

Almost immediately, the weight of the beskad on your hip feels like it’s increasing slightly. Your head lowers toward the blade. The mythosaur’s sneer is as prominent as it has always been but for some reason there’s a difference in its look. Perhaps the heat from the Separtist’s lightsaber had deformed it slightly?

“Vibroblades are my usual fare,” A’den says, “But I’ll be able to teach you how to handle that blade properly.”

The line is delivered with just enough ego to make you reflexively wince. Had you not gotten the better of Sergeant Wrax with this blade? How many droids had you destroyed and knocked out of commission with it in just two battles? Could any other Clone claim to have gone up against a lightsaber and somehow survived?

“Maybe we’ll both teach each other something,” you say confidently.

For just a second, the most fleeting of moments, the smile vanishes from A’den’s face. His eyes visibly widen and his pupils contract as he stares intensely at you. There’s a primal sort of anger behind them that makes the hair on the back of your neck and arms involuntarily raise. The look he gives you is no different than the one the Separatist Grievous had when he was trying to kill you. The larger Clone almost seems to radiate an aura of wrath that makes you suddenly incredibly aware of just how injured you still are and how vulnerable you were if he simply stepped forward.

“That would be interesting,” A’den says at the end of the display. He slips back into his easy smile and you feel a cold shiver at the thought of how fast he had changed between states.

It’s Kal, to your surprise, that has drawn a blade without you noticing. It’s not quite like any vibroblade you’ve ever seen, the blade a triangle shape giving it distinctly three sides and edges.

“I could put this anywhere in this room,” he explains, balancing the handle on the side of his hand. He flips it up, the blade turning once, twice, and then a third time before he closes his hand and catches it. “The beskad is a bit bulkier, and more made for cracking bones and armor, but using it to end a fight quickly would give you that edge you’re looking for. Even how you pulled it out of the wall tells me that you have a lot to get sorted about it. A’den will teach you. You will learn.”

You nod, affirming his words. The ARC trooper looks completely back to normal. You file it in your way to be careful with him, there was a temper there that had a hair trigger. It finally strikes you that his name means “rage” in Mando’a too, maybe that was on purpose?

“Any other questions?” Kal asks, taking back your attention from the ARC.

You gather yourself, squaring your shoulders back.

“When do we start?”
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This will be my last post for the evening, thanks for playing! I'll be back on tomorrow, probably at around 2000 GMT. To get a head start on the next portion, please select a training focus:

>Fighting against your own weapon.
>Stalking and evasion.

>>4102519
>>Fighting against your own weapon.

>>4102519
Great as always QM! Thank you

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>>Fighting against your own weapon.

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>>Fighting against your own weapon.

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>>Stalking and evasion.

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>Fighting against your own weapon.

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>Stalking and evasion.

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>Stalking and evasion.

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>Stalking and evasion.

We're probably not gonna face that many Beskad wielders, but there's too many Dark Jedi out there we can't take head on.

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>>Stalking and evasion.

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>>Stalking and evasion.

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>Stalking and evasion.

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>Stalking and evasion.

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>>Stalking and evasion.

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It's not so much about facing beskad users, but learning the limits and advantages of the weapon. Essentially how someone like A'den would make best use of it.

Rest assured though, you're still getting that training since we selected Blade Work.

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>Fighting against your own weapon

>>4103076
Oh, with that clarification I'm going to switch to
>Fighting against your own weapon.
Ignore my previous post.

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Switching too. Stealth can come later.

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>Fighting against your own weapon.

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>Stalking and evasion.

Since there was a little bit of confusion, and we seem to be tied, I'll try to porque no los dos this one. I'll try to be a bit more clear in the future. Standby while I write for a bit.

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>Fighting against your own weapon.
>Stalking and evasion.

The silence in the halls is an odd comparison to the battle filling them just days before. You had spent three cycles in the cell after the conversation with Kal Skirata and the Null ARC. The time had been filled largely with visits from medical droids, the occasional questioning by Kaminoans, and passing the time with 2337 in conversation in between. You had taken turns filling each other in with details. Through Skirata, you had found out that the rest of your brothers were recovering. Then you heard the both of you were being released, a mixture of pressure from the Jedi, probably Trebor, and the unstable political climate sparing you from rapid reprocessing. It was clearly time to recover and regroup.

Now, however, you were on your own and hunting.

The mission A’den had given you had seemed straightforward enough. After a full week of various instructions and demonstrations on the training field the ARC had seen fit to give you practice examination, one that would test some of the more critical skills he was supposed to be imparting. The target was technically a mid-level administrator for Tipoca city, although after the casualties and losses from the battle they were filling in for much bigger shoes. They seemed unremarkable for the most part, but A’den had challenged you to follow them, watch them, and find something remarkable about them.

It had so far been quite different than most of your other missions. Even the raid to capture Poggle hadn’t been particularly quiet. This was more like when you were sneaking around to scout out Sergeant Vrul and his labyrinth training field, dodging between rooms and keeping yourself unnoticed. Although the destruction had opened up many new paths and places to hide in the rubble, the amount of maintenance droids and workers cleaning up everywhere meant that eyes were almost always around. You had discovered most of the maintenance tunnels were buzzing with the same amount of activity as the major hallways. Worse, the amount of Clones patrolling the cloning facility and the city now was a new challenge. It was to help allay concerns among the populace and remind them that they were now protected by the Republic, but it was mostly just making you lose your target.

He had departed his office, a nondescript bureaucratic box that consisted of a computer stations where he worked feverishly for most of the day. Your first thought had been to follow him from afar, but the number of bodies walking along his prospective path meant you were likely to be noticed and picked out. You hit the holoprojector on your wrist and scan over the map you had prepared, marking out a few key places where he was likely heading. You’d be able to pick back up on him in a couple spots...

>Take position on a high perch in the grand atrium, you’ll be able to track him from there.
>Sneak around to a service shaft connected to the turbo lift he’ll have to use.

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>Sneak around to a service shaft connected to the turbo lift he’ll have to use.
Electioneering here we go!

>>4103365
>>Take position on a high perch in the grand atrium, you’ll be able to track him from there.

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>>Sneak around to a service shaft connected to the turbo lift he’ll have to use.

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>Sneak around to a service shaft connected to the turbo lift he’ll have to use.

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>Sneak around to a service shaft connected to the turbo lift he’ll have to use.

Although the atrium likely would have provided clear views for much of the target’s probable route, you opt instead to keep a bit more discreet. A high view point would certainly mean being visible if anyone had an angle and cared to look. Although the major walkways and maintenance tunnels were still busy, there were more than enough paths to get to the service shaft without running into too many crowds or security patrols.

You close the map after memorizing the path ahead, setting out immediately in a low crouch that keeps you out of view. A’den had practically had to beat the form into you, your back still complaining about the awkward orientation, but it was proving effective enough that you forced yourself to keep at it. More than once you had slipped by a security patrol’s sight by keeping down below their eye level as they walked just inches away from you. The standard Clone’s helmet had a distinct deficiency for views that were almost directly below them, you had discovered, usually meaning that you all had to crane your necks awkwardly to see there. In practice, however, most of you never did. Most troopers, including you, had simply trained or fallen into the routine of just turning your head slightly and scanning, hopefully, frequently enough to prevent anything getting under your view.

A deficiency in technology and equipment had turned into an exploitable practice used by practically every Clone like you. It was such a small thing that you had never even thought about it or realized it. You had simply adapted to your armor, having been raised in it you had accepted its capabilities without ever really pointing out the problems with it. Perhaps you thought it was just how things were or perhaps you had never even considered that kind of feedback was wanted. That you had figured it out at all was because of your new helmet, the gift from Kal, which had a visor that offered better views at down close and out wide angles. You were willing to wager the Skirata had noted the deficiency and had made these, likely for his sons or other Clones that he trained and worked with. That you had one now was certainly going to be an advantage going forward, but you couldn’t help but wonder if all the other Clones could benefit too. For now, you were happy they didn’t.

The area around the service shaft entrance is practically deserted. With a quick strike of the security code into the access panel, you’re able to open the hatch. The shaft runs far above and deep below, a lonely ladder that juts out into the open turbo lift path. You glance up, toward the top and see little sign of activity. Beneath you, however, the turbolift is rising.

>Hop on as it passes, slice in to the lift’s video feed and monitor for your target.
>Let it pass, climbing up to the floor the target is going to and sitting tight until he arrives.

>>4103474
>>Hop on as it passes, slice in to the lift’s video feed and monitor for your target.

>>4103474
>>Hop on as it passes, slice in to the lift’s video feed and monitor for your target.

>>4103474
>>Let it pass, climbing up to the floor the target is going to and sitting tight until he arrives.

>>4103474
>Hop on as it passes, slice in to the lift’s video feed and monitor for your target.

>>4103496
Ditto
A good hunter waits for his prey, and lets it come to him

>>4103474
>>Hop on as it passes, slice in to the lift’s video feed and monitor for your target.

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>>Hop on as it passes, slice in to the lift’s video feed and monitor for your target.

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>Hop on as it passes, slice in to the lift’s video feed and monitor for your target.

You step back, double checking that all the equipment on your belt is secure, before glancing into the void again and checking your timing. With the lift rising at a steady rate, you quickly estimate how long you have. Counting down from your guess you reach zero and step forward, launching yourself through the service hatch and out into the nothingness above the rising transport. There’s a moment of weightlessness, followed by the sensation of falling. You’ve mistimed your jump sli-

*THUMP*

Your velocity added to the lift's makes for a painful landing. You regret the mistake for the pain it’s caused you, but more importantly you regret the rocking the lift surely experienced as the repulsors compensated your sudden impact. Had you landed more gently, it likely wouldn’t have been very noticable. As you had not it was now possible someone inside had heard or felt the disturbance.

Wasting no time, you pluck a small pad from your belt and hurry over to the electronic circuit controlling the turbolift. You string out a long wire from the security tool and clip in onto the exposed circuit running separate from the active control and power system. A few days ago, even the security code to get in the shaft would have been unknowable to you, but A’den had been meticulous in showing you many of the tricks he and his brothers had discovered over the years. Slicing a security camera feed was something you had ever thought yourself particularly capable of, but with the right tools and a little understanding of labeling and common Kaminoan organizing, the task was very simple.

Rewarding your efforts, a vid of the interior of the lift appears on the tool’s screen a few seconds later. To your immediate relief, the turbolift seems to be empty. It was likely that it was being summoned to a floor rather than ridden, which spared your hard flop on the top from giving away your position. You had been lucky, you think to yourself, but even A’den had acknowledged that luck was an important tool sometimes. You monitor the screen carefully as the lift comes to a halt and starts taking on passengers, your quarry isn’t among them so you settle in to watching the traffic pass by on the screen.

A few trips up and down later, there’s still been no sign of the target Kaminoan. Various other laborers and workers in the city, along with droids and Clones, had entered and exited on a dozen different floors in the meanwhile. You’re persistent however, forcing yourself to be patient as you wait. It’s finally rewarded when the target steps on to the lift. He seems to be alone, with the doors closing, until at the last second you see him hit the button that reopens them.

You tilt your head slightly when you spot a figure joining him in the lift…

>A familiar Jedi...
>A Clone you weren’t expecting...

>>4103583
>>A familiar Jedi...

>>4103583
>>A Clone you weren’t expecting...

>>4103583
>>A familiar Jedi...
They're gonna sense us, but I wanna know if we're destined to be with Coleman of if its someone else.

>>4103583
>A familiar Jedi...

>>4103583
>A Clone you weren’t expecting

>>4103583
>>A familiar Jedi...

>>4103590
>Damn it's just Secura wearing a sling bikini. Lame.

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>A familiar Jedi…

As the door shuts and the turbolift starts to rise, your left staring at the Kaminoan and the Jedi that’s joined them. Owing to the fact that the being entering the lift wasn’t a Kaminoan or a Clone there was a likelihood, you think to yourself, that any observer would have guessed that they were a Jedi. Even if they hadn’t, the lightsaber on their side would have been the screaming signal needed for them to make the guess. Yet even if they hadn’t had the all too obvious symbol of a Jedi, you would have been able to know that was exactly what they were.

This is a Jedi you’ve met before.

There’s a certain amount of amusement that fills your head, the likelihood of running into a Jedi that your brothers and you had been in the same fight with was surely small. Yet, here they were, in the same turbolift as your current target you were trailing. Maybe the galaxy had a sense of humor or fate, or maybe it just wasn’t as large as it was supposed to be, you think to yourself. The Jedi and the target aren’t interacting with each other. In fact, the Kaminoan has moved slightly to the side to give the Jedi a wide berth. A cautious bunch, they were. In any case, you’re left wondering how much this is going to affect your mission. A brief sense of worry crosses your mind, you know what the Jedi are capable of…

Right on cue, the Jedi seems to to move slightly, just enough to be perceptible. The look on their face unfortunately isn’t just curiosity, but suspicion. They’ve sensed you, you think, heart dropping instantly. They turn their head a bit more. You watch them first look up toward the ceiling, to the spot that you reckon you’re currently standing on. Next they look slightly to the security camera, just enough to make you think they’ve figured out exactly where you are and what you're doing. The Kaminoan, for their part, seems completely oblivious to anything. The Jedi goes back to looking ahead at the door and you’re left wondering again how this would affect things. No words are shared between them, at any rate.

The lift comes to a stop, about a dozen floors short of where the Kaminoan’s quarters are located. You think that this could be the Jedi’s stop but, to your surprise, it’s the target that exits the lift. The Jedi is staying put, you realize, not exiting. You’re struck at once that the target would get off here, but you’re hesitant to pursue with the Jedi potentially cued into you. It might be wise to throw them off your trail, but that might just make them more determined to follow. Another option might be to let them know you know, that would certainly surprise them and potentially show them you mean no harm...

>Stay with the lift and wait for the Jedi to get off. You can backtrack here later.
>Get off here, but deliberately knock on the lift to signal the Jedi. Perhaps they'll understand.

>>4103743
>Stay with the lift and wait for the Jedi to get off. You can backtrack here later.
Can we follow the proud Clone tradition of fucking a Jedi

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>>4103746
Of course, fucking the Jedi is what you were all bred for.

>>4103583
>A familiar Jedi...

>>4103743
>>Stay with the lift and wait for the Jedi to get off. You can backtrack here later.

>>4103743
>>Stay with the lift and wait for the Jedi to get off. You can backtrack here later

>>4103743
>>Stay with the lift and wait for the Jedi to get off. You can backtrack here later.

>>4103743
>>Stay with the lift and wait for the Jedi to get off. You can backtrack here later.

>>4103743
>Get off here, but deliberately knock on the lift to signal the Jedi. Perhaps they'll understand

>>4103743
>Get off here, but deliberately knock on the lift to signal the Jedi. Perhaps they'll understand.

>>4103743
>Get off here, but deliberately knock on the lift to signal the Jedi. Perhaps they'll understand.

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>>4103746
>Stay with the lift and wait for the Jedi to get off. You can backtrack here later.

If the Jedi is suspicious, there was likely no changing that now you decide. Instead you would have to make sure they didn’t suspect the Kaminoan was your target. There would certainly be options, you considered, on how best to get back to the mission. Perhaps you could simply tell them it’s a training mission, it would be truthful enough you think, but deep down you were certain A’den wouldn’t tolerate that sort of behavior. Training in the same manner in which you fought was the entire core of your life, the way that Wrax had taught you. If you were going to be doing dangerous missions against lightsaber and Force users, it was best to figure out how to do it now.

You allow the turbolift doors to shut and begin to rise again, climbing up higher into the dome of the city. Watching the Jedi carefully, you notice them remaining completely calm and poised. They knew you were watching, they knew you were likely waiting for them, but the question remained on what they would do about it. A part of you wondered if they might cut their way through the roof of the elevator, that would certainly be the direct way to get to you. Maybe they intended to see if you were after them. Indeed, following them a bit further would certainly give that impression. If your roles were reversed, and you knew that you were being followed, you would likely try to turn the tables rather than just escape. In such a way, the line between prey and predator was suddenly quite blurred.

Yet, the Jedi wasn’t supposed to be either of those things. They were simply in between you and your real target. If they suspected you of something nefarious, they would certainly be after you in short order…

A thought strikes you. You pull out a second cord from your security tool and attach it to the control mechanisms. With a few commands, you could do a number of things that would make their pursuit of you much more difficult. You could randomize the floor layout to the controls, effectively programming the turbolift to prevent going to the floor where the Kaminoan was. Alternatively, you could just disable it once you had gotten back to him. That would force the Jedi to find another lift, giving you valuable time as well.

As the lift reaches its next stop, you watch as the Jedi simply steps out as if nothing was wrong. You had to act quickly, you enter the command for the floor the Kaminoan had left on and then…

>Get ready to disable it entirely.
>Randomize the floor sequence.

>>4103878
This will be my last post for this evening. I'll be back on at 2300 GMT tomorrow! Thank you for playing!

>>4103878
>Randomize the floor sequence.

>>4103878
>>Randomize the floor sequence.

>>4103878
>Randomize the floor sequence.
Would buy us more time until they figure it out.

>>4103886
Ditto

>>4103878
>>Randomize the floor sequence.

>>4103878
>>Randomize the floor sequence.

>>4103878
>Randomize the floor sequence.

>>4103878
>Randomize the floor sequence.

>>4103878
>>Randomize the floor sequence.

>>4103878
>>Randomize the floor sequence.
Are we Countdown now?

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>Randomize the floor sequence.

It was just a bit too clever an idea for you to pass up, the opportunity to get a bit creative was certainly going to be helpful against a potential Jedi threat. If there had been anything you learned about Force and lightsaber users, it was that they couldn’t be given a fair fight. Their advantages would always come into play one way or another, you knew, and doing something to set them off balance would be useful. Simply stopping the turbolift would be far too obvious, they would probably just do something drastic like jump down. That much wouldn’t surprise you even after seeing just some of their physical abilities.

You get to inputting commands, opening the interface for the turbolift’s controls and enter in the floor number the Kaminoan had left on. As soon as you’re moving again, you begin trying to reprogram the control sequence for the floor calling function. In terms of slicing, it was essentially beginner’s work. Each destination floor was associated with a value. By changing the values around, you would make any command given by the rider of the turbolift provide a wrong call value. This, therefore, would mean they would go to an incorrect floor. Further, randomizing the numbers would mean that anyone using it would have to figure out the correct button-

The turbolift comes to a stop and you realize you’ve already arrived at your destination floor. Changing the codes may have been a good idea, but you realize you were taking far too long to do it! Hurrying as quickly as you can, you throw in some numbers haphazardly and disconnect the security tool from the vid feed and control circuit. You already feel the turbolift being called, when you’re suddenly shook by the lift moving up. Wasting no more time, you jump over to the maintenance ladder and let the turbolift rise away from you, hopefully not to come back here for a while at least. You climb down to the target floor access hatch and carefully open it, checking for any potential disturbances or witnesses.

To your surprise, the entire level seems almost deserted. Shutting the door behind you, you’re almost entirely certain that there’s no sign of anyone, including your target. Fortunately, this level seems to have only one way to go. You start your way down the passageway, keeping low and quiet in case the target is somewhere ahead. With a Jedi potentially on your tail, you had to be quick, but you also couldn’t risk blowing the mission. The Kaminoan couldn’t have gotten too far ahead…

>Be thorough, checking for any signs that could clue you in. Slower, but less likely to miss something.
>Hurry through, the worst case will be you pass him somewhere, but you could always just turn around.

>>4104937
>Be thorough, checking for any signs that could clue you in. Slower, but less likely to miss something.

>>4104937
>Be thorough, checking for any signs that could clue you in. Slower, but less likely to miss something.

>>4104937
>Be thorough, checking for any signs that could clue you in. Slower, but less likely to miss something.

>>4104937
>>Be thorough, checking for any signs that could clue you in. Slower, but less likely to miss something.

>>4104942
>Ditto

>>4104937
>Be thorough, checking for any signs that could clue you in. Slower, but less likely to miss something.

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>Be thorough, checking for any signs that could clue you in. Slower, but less likely to miss something.

Confident that you’ve bought yourself enough time to do things right, you proceed to check each room and potential path for the target as you try to pick his trail back up. Using your security tool to check whether any doors had been accessed recently and your new helmet’s thermal vision to look for signs of biological activity, you cross out rooms one by one. It’s more than a bit surprising that none of the rooms seem to have been used for quite some time. For weeks, even months in the case of some, they had all been left largely untouched as far as you can see. To the Kaminoans, who treated space like a valuable commodity, it was quite a curiosity.

It made sense in a way, that there was no one on this floor at least. If none of the rooms hadn’t been used lately, there would of course be no reason for the Kaminoans to ever come here. Why your target had come here was then all the more intriguing. Maybe A’den had you tracking the target here for a reason? Even though you had only known him for a handful of days, it was clearly something he or Kal might do to get the most benefit from you. It made you proud, you think, that they might trust you already for something sensitive. It, of course, could have been that they already knew all of his secrets, but that they were willing to risk you blowing their cover surely meant they believed in your skills. Then again, you can’t help but think, it could just as well be a sign that he’s nothing special.

Realizing that the back and forth in your own head isn’t useful to the current situation, you press the thoughts to the back of your head and focus on the access panel to yet one more door in the long hall. This one too registered that it hadn’t been opened for months. However, you’re struck at once at a rather minor detail. There appears to be a small print on the otherwise spotless door. So far, almost all the doors had been largely immaculate. Their lack of use for all this time had certainly not prevented maintenance droids from cleaning them and keeping them dust free. So it was that even a small mark, likely from an incidental touch of a hand, could draw so much of your attention.

Hoping for a bit of luck, you switch to your thermal. There’s no residual heat on the door so you can’t be sure anyone has used it lately, you think, but the fact there was a mark that hadn’t been cleaned could be strange enough to warrant going inside.

>Check out the room, there may be something worth finding inside.
>It’s not your current mission, whatever it is. Keep looking for the Kaminoan's trail.

>>4105349
>>Check out the room, there may be something worth finding inside.

>>4105349
Some big delays tonight, my apologies! I'll pick things up tomorrow at 2300 GMT and give a chance for folks to chime in.

>>4105349
>It’s not your current mission, whatever it is. Keep looking for the Kaminoan's trail.

>>4105349
>Check out the room, there may be something worth finding inside.

>>4105349
Check out the room, there may be something worth finding inside.

>>4105349
>Check out the room, there may be something worth finding inside.
This is just a little too suspicious to be ignored.

>>4105349
>>Check out the room, there may be something worth finding inside.

>>4105349
>It’s not your current mission, whatever it is. Keep looking for the Kaminoan's trail.

>>4105349
>>It’s not your current mission, whatever it is. Keep looking for the Kaminoan's trail.

>>4105349
>Check out the room, there may be something worth finding inside.

>>4105349
>>Check out the room, there may be something worth finding inside.

>>4105349
>>Check out the room, there may be something worth finding inside.

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>Check out the room, there may be something worth finding inside.

Your interest is too much to hold back. Although you’re certain the target isn’t inside, the oddity was enough to justify a few moments of your time at least. It’s when the open command doesn’t work that you become very curious. It wasn’t that the door was locked, you think, but rather that the entire command had been disbaled. By the looks of things the door has been specifically tampered with to prevent access from anything that wasn’t using a security tunneler or other slicing equipment. Luckily, you were prepared.

Breaking the protection on the door isn’t exactly simple though. Changing a few lines of computer code or switching values was one thing, but having to create an access command was a bit more that you were capable of doing on the fly or without a reference handy. You’re not entirely certain you’ll be able to do it at all, at best it would take you a fair deal of time. Thinking back to the turbolift controls, you could just imagine spending too much time losing your target completely. Deciding to get a bit creative, you instead access the door’s emergency routines. You’re immediately rewarded by finding the underlying security measure to force open the door is intact. Perhaps conveniently, the reporting function, the signal that would go to central Kaminoan security, is already turned off.

As you order the door to open, the thought crosses your mind that someone or something could certainly be inside. They could even be armed. You had your beskad, of course, but it wasn’t even in your hand. You feel like cursing yourself for a moment, this was more than a bit sloppy of you. Luckily, the room indeed turns out to be unoccupied as you suspected. However, you’re immediately able to tell that it’s been used much more recently.

It looks to be an apartment, decorated and lived in with numerous possessions and other signs of life scattered about the room. You take a step inside and command the door shut behind you. Unlike the rooms you had cleared when the Battle for Kamino began, this one is rather opulent by comparison. Decorations both bizarre and ornate are immediately noticeable. Even the colors of the room are worthy of note. The Kaminoans generally decorate in whites and greys, their eyes seeing on a frequency different than human ones. This room is, by perhaps any species’ standard, quite loud. Reds, yellows, greens and more flood your visor’s color spectrum in a visual assault as jarring as any you’ve ever seen.

It couldn’t be a coincidence the Kaminoan had come to this floor, you decide. This had to be connected.

>Search the room for anything that might confirm the owner’s identity or tell you more.
>Head out before you’re discovered, you need to be hunting him.

>>4106273
>>Search the room for anything that might confirm the owner’s identity or tell you more.

>>4106275
Ditto
Loot? Loot

>>4106273
>>Search the room for anything that might confirm the owner’s identity or tell you more.

>>4106273
>>Search the room for anything that might confirm the owner’s identity or tell you more.

Get after our quarry! The hell y'all doing!

>>4106273
>>Head out before you’re discovered, you need to be hunting him.

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>Search the room for anything that might confirm the owner’s identity.

For the most part, the objects filling the room are rather mismatched and impersonal. As you look closer at the various items it begins to feel more and more you’re looking less at a living room and more of a storage room. The clear indication is when you walk further into the apartment and see large containers stacked against the rearmost wall and filling what was almost certainly supposed to be a bedroom. Someone was clearly using this place to hold many items, some for a long period of time.

Opening one of the larger containers, you find neatly folded stacks of Kaminoan clothes. By the look of them, they’re a rather far cry from the usual science and administrator uniforms you are used to seeing. Another container is filled to the brim with a mixture of utensils, dining ware, and other ostensibly cooking and food related instruments, though they’re unlike anything you’ve ever used personally. A third of the large boxes is much less organized. In fact, it’s by far the least well ordered, which is strange in its own right. Sitting near the open area in the room, it has a strange combination of blankets, small pillows, and even some kind of soft model of a large flying beast.

You take a step back from them all, more confused than anything. What would anyone gain, you think to yourself, by going through so much trouble to store… clothes, junk, and household items? Taking a seat on one of the unopened containers, you ponder a bit deeper what the potential implications could be. Was this really just a storage area for some Kaminoan with far more things then they had room for? You suppose that it could be stolen property, that would explain the strange security precautions on the door and perhaps even why droids weren’t cleaning it. It still confuses you why anyone would even bother for rather mundane, albeit fancy and garish looking items.

The thought strikes you that this could have been for nothing. Perhaps you really had broken into a storage locker. That it was notably suspicious could be a separate matter altogether. It’s about then that you notice how long you’ve been thinking about this.

The door to the room opens.

Standing there, with one hand raised forcing the door to the side and their other on their lightsaber, the Jedi from the elevator steps into the room with a serious look on their face.

“Just what is going on, Trooper…”

>Ayala Secura says, keeping her eyes on you suspiciously.
> The Padawan Anakin Skywalker demands, before looking around somewhat distracted at the surroundings.

>>4106470
>>Ayala Secura says, keeping her eyes on you suspiciously.
We have too many BRUVA'S. Let's hang out with a sister for once. Sorry little Ani.

>>4106470
>> The Padawan Anakin Skywalker demands, before looking around somewhat distracted at the surroundings.

>>4106470
> The Padawan Anakin Skywalker demands, before looking around somewhat distracted at the surroundings.
Could be fun

>>4106470
>>Ayala Secura says, keeping her eyes on you suspiciously.

>>4106470
>Ayala Secura says, keeping her eyes on you suspiciously.

>>4106470
>>Ayala Secura says, keeping her eyes on you suspiciously.

>>4106470
>> The Padawan Anakin Skywalker demands, before looking around somewhat distracted at the surroundings.

>>4106470
> The Padawan Anakin Skywalker demands, before looking around somewhat distracted at the surroundings.

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>>4106483
> The Padawan Anakin Skywalker demands, before looking around somewhat distracted at the surroundings.

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>>4106478
>Aayala Secura says, keeping her eyes on you suspiciously.

Neck and neck for the moment. Let's give it ten more minutes. We can roll to break to the tie.