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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 27, 2007 11:11:17 GMT -4
Darrina nodded. She heard the clatter of footsteps down the halls as the clones were deployed into tacticle arrangements. “Jaing!” she called. “Jaing!” The older Null ARC broke off from his group and jogged over to them. “There’s a girl with vivid purple hair! She’s most likely going to be on the battlefield. We need to capture her. She wears orange and black battle armor. We need her for the war effort.”
Jaing nodded. “I’ll keep a look out, chakaar,” he promised. Joining his Null brothers, Darrina noticed his head movements and summarized that he was explaining their new mission. Then she wondered what chakaar meant.
“While they’re keeping a lookout, I’m going to the West Zone and help out outside,” she said, catching up to him down the hall. “Are you coming with me?”
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Post by tallboydave on Jul 27, 2007 23:19:48 GMT -4
MARIEL
Mariel was fretting down in the makeshift aid station. Her hands shook as she tapped the hilt of her sabre over and over again.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 27, 2007 23:38:47 GMT -4
The MedBay was large and... hospital-like. But then again, so was everything in Tipoca City. Nait jogged through the door, and nodded briefly to the clone trooper standing guard next to Mariel. He and Mariel were good friends, and seemed to have developed a mother-son relationship. And Nait knew she was trouble. They both knew the wounded would start piling in any moment now…
“I’ll be in the underwater base managing the auto-defenses,” he stated. “You’re going to mind the wounded, or are you going to be in the thick of it?”
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Post by tallboydave on Jul 27, 2007 23:42:58 GMT -4
"I'll help out where ever I can." Mariel said honestly. "If I'm needed to repell an assault anywhere, I'll help; otherwise I'll tend to the wounded, if that's okay with you all?" she asked. It was obvious she was scared nearly out of her wits.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 27, 2007 23:57:46 GMT -4
“It’s fine,” Nait said. He paused for a moment. “Scout’s out there,” he said darkly. “And she wants to kill Naos and I. She wants to finish the job. We’ll do what we can so we don’t end up in the bodybag.”
He turned to face the clone. “Trooper,” he ordered. “Return to your platoon. Divid yourselves between the North and East landing and supply pads. Understood?”
“Acknowledged.”
“Move out.”
“Yes sir.”
As the trooper left, Nait allowed himself a weary, wary smile. He nodded at Mariel. “A team of Kaminoians will be up here shortly to help you out,” he said. “We’re running low on bacta and bandages. Sucks, but we’ll have to pull through. Padmé won’t be coming up, either. I’m going to keep her down under with me so Vader doesn’t grab her. Any questions?”
He had slipped back into the role of a Commander at only nineteen standard years of age. He felt a brief pang of regret for the childhood he never had. He had grown up in a war. The only upside was this:
He could play just as dirty as the other team.
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Post by tallboydave on Jul 28, 2007 0:00:35 GMT -4
"Okay." She nodded to Nait. "Be careful out there, okay?" she said. "I'd rather not have to heal too many people..." she said. She was shaking slightly.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 28, 2007 0:09:03 GMT -4
“I’d rather not subject myself to your healing, so I’ll be fine,” Nait said cheerfully, joking. “I’ll be back with Scout, too. A real one, this time. And put on a jacket. Looks like you’re freezing! You’ve been in huge epic battles before, haven’t you?”
He grinned.
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Post by tallboydave on Jul 28, 2007 0:13:55 GMT -4
"No. I was a healer, not a Knight. For the Forces' sake, The first time I was sent out on a mission, I had to go into hiding when it went to hell..." she trailed off, looking even more scared than ever.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 28, 2007 0:36:30 GMT -4
“Hey, hey, hey, take it easy,” Nait said. “I know it’s weird to have a kid give someone older advice, but… On my first mission, I dropped my lightsaber in front of an Antarian dignitary. I was the laughingstock for days. And when we got to the real fighting, I was the first one to be knocked out. Go ahead and laugh if you want.”
“But the days go on,” he explained. “Morning, night, and a little light in-between. Soon it all just fades away. Not there anymore.” With each of his sentences, he send calming Force suggestions to her mind. “The entire battle will pass in a blur. You’ll become lost in the rithems of battle… or healing, I guess. One body from the next, one hit, flow to the next punch, strike, grab… It all becomes second nature. A part of you becomes numb, and you’re half-aware of what you’re doing at the time. You can only think of your objective.”
“And then, when its’ finally over… you’re exhausted mentally and physically. It’s like a poison has been sucked out, and you’re suddenly very aware of everything you did, or you’re not aware at all. You’re overwhelmed, shocked, that you killed that person, or saved that man’s life. And the best thing to accompany that is a nice, long rest without the screams waking you up, or a sink to get the blood off of your hands.”
“Think of it this way: its’ instinct,” Nait said. He heard the blasterfire outside now. They were here. “And now I’ve wasted a few kills with this little pep talk,” he said. “You owe me.”
And then he was gone.
To get lost in the battle one more time.
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The dropship landed gracefully on the landing pad facing North-West. Cerasi ambled out, igniting her lightsabers. In front of her, stormtroopers had the clones in their sights, firing red blasts of energy straight at them. Cerasi took a slant to the left, coming from an unexpected angle. The clones reacted in surprise and moved to counter attack.
Two minutes later, they were just the charred remnants of men.
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Post by tallboydave on Jul 28, 2007 4:51:33 GMT -4
Glancing towards the door every few seconds, Mariel began to unconciously shrink back as the sound of blasterfire drew closer. She began to quote the Jedi Code in her mind as she slowly kneeled behind a table, keeping out of sight.
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