Alright, Info Sent Ahead, With Mouse's Additional History Tagged On. Mouse Is Tense, Very Tense. Understandable

I can't say much, but medics talk to each other. Fett'ika hasn't let a brother with a medics insignia anywhere near him in... a while. I've got your back in this, but you may need to talk to him before I try to get involved. I worry if we spook him, he'll run, and I don't want him to get hurt if he doesn't trust any of the vod'e medics to patch him back up again.

@corrie-bite @corrie-guard-tumbler @cc1010fox

My apologies for interrupting, sirs, but it would appear that a feral Boba Fett (@youngfett) has stumbled across the barracks, and he's wounded. I understand that I need to learn to take initiative, but I figured that it's different for Boba, you know? I mean... He's Prime's kid. After the fiasco with Aurra Sing, I want to make sure that he's got people in his corner, and who better for that than the vod'e?

Manda give me strength.

Bite has treated POWs in the field before. Brothers caught by separatists that were deemed worth retrieving and even Jedi who were being torn apart for their information. This was different. What those prisoners went through, the pain they faced, was just a tool to get what they wanted in the eyes of the CIS. This was pure sadism.

The first thing Bite saw was the blood. The varied reds and browns reached every corner of the room, the brightest hues drawing his gaze to the centre. And there stood Tumbler, restrained and wounded, surrounded by gore. The clone had obviously been fighting, defensive wounds covering his body bearly discernable from the ones inflicted with much more intent.

It was the eyes that left Bite so unbalanced, all higher level thought seemingly locked away deep within, leaving only base instinct and unadulterated fear. If they wanted to get Tumbler out of here quick, then Bite had a difficult time ahead.

With the help of Bite and the element of surprise, with Crane jumping down from the rafters, Their able to get the jump on the guards quickly and quietly.

Crane gestures to Bite to retreat to where the rest of the squad was. Crane was going to cause a distraction, and needed no other vode to get involved.

“Trust me.” Is all Crane signalled, ‘force I should have thought of something better,’ before opening the door. 

“Hey! Sorry I was looking for the fresher, could you point me in it’s detection?”

Cranes then books it down the opposite side of the hallway, being chased by 3 of the Rattataki that were in the room, hopefully leaving Tumbler unguarded or at least less guarded.

Force if this doesn’t kill him, Forge sure as hells will.

(go get him!! @corrie-bite @squad380 also @corrie-guard-tumbler 👀)

May the fourth be with you! XD

"No. You don't get it. It's all of them, Tumbler, every single one. You can't save me from this one, you just can't. I will not let you risk the lives of every brother on that list so you can feel like you still have control here! It doesn't matter what you do, there will always be someone out there to hurt me, and you, and every clone in the karking galaxy! What I need from you right now is to still be alive for me to come back to after, please."

The lingering tension from the fights is forgotten as reason and emotion clash in Bite's head. He is scared, but not for himself. He has seen what Tumbler will do for his vod'e, and he understands wanting to help, probably more than anyone, but he can't let him do this. Bite refuses to let Tumbler do something that could end up with vod'e blood spilt in his name, even if it means saying some things that might hurt.

"....You're not meant to look like that." || Bleeding Prompt!||

(@corrie-guard-tumbler)

"Not meant to look like what, Tumbler?"

Bite was in the barracks, just trying to fix up anything in urgent need of his attention after the latest round of Specialist Trooper VS Red Guard, a 'fun' game the chancellor's pets liked to pull any guard with additional training into.

It was only because of the injuries that the skanah aran had left him with that Bite was out of the majority of his blacks in the barracks for the first time since he arrived. He'd had absolutely no intention of showing anyone other than the other medics the complex pieces of metal that held together his right knee or left shoulder if he didn't have to. And now he has remembered why.

"If you've got an issue with the braces, take it up with the Kaminoans."

It's only later, once Bite has managed to hobble his way to the medbay, that he sees Tumbler again. The clone is battered and still obviously struggling to full reconnect with reality. Before any of his fellow medics can stop him Bite has stumbled out of the bed he'd been bullied into and over to his vod'ika.

As the panic and worry starts to bubble up in his chest, Bite takes a breath before gently pulling at the corner of Tumblers sleeve, avoiding skin after the last time a medic wasn't careful enough and got a black eye from a panicked vod.

As he guides him to sit on his now empty bed he speaks, "Kark, Tumbler, hey vod, are you with us?"

Even though he'd only been up for less than a minute, Bite can already feel his body protesting loudly at him, but after how he seemed to have just made things worse for Tumbler, the least he can do is make sure he is safe first.

[DECEIVE] The sender tells a lie in order to protect the receiver || Bite was hoping for a quiet shift, though a shift as the on call medic for the senate is never quiet. As soon as Bite saw a senator getting a bit too close to his vod, he sped up to intervene. "Sir, I see that you seem to be asking this trooper for some assistance. I regret to inform you that it is unable to complete any alternative taskings at this time. I can assist you with anything you need to the best of my ability."

"Oooh? CT-3996, why didn't you tell me you were occupied? Were you hoping someone would tattle on lil ol' me?"

Tumbler would appear unaffected at first glance, settled in perfect parade rest but Bite would see how Tumbler is digging his fingers hard into his forearms, hidden behind and out of sight of the Senator, hiding his building fear and discomfort as the Senator trails her hand under where his chin would be, safe beneath his bucket.

"I was unaware, Senator Vyrim. Forgive this Trooper, it's holocomm may be inoperable and missed a situation that requires their attention."

He hopes, prays even, to whatever damned deity or greater being or even the sith-damned Force that the Senator drops the matter. Senator Vyrim was too alike Sly Moore for Tumbler to truly dismiss and disassociate from, the Rattataki Senator sharing the same pale tone and eye colour, with her tattoos and bejeweled skin the only difference from the Umbaran female.

@citadel-survivor

"ulllo bite"

Echo, how have you been? I haven't seen you since my old squad operated out of the Resolute for a couple of weeks, which was a while ago now.

Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

“BITE!!!!”

Crane’s running down the hallway, almost crashing into a wall in his rush. He nearly ran completely past Bite, until he tripped and fell face first on the floor.

Crane pants and huffs on the floor until,

“I- *huff* heard you were looking *pant* for Tumbler!”

Crane tries to get to his feet but ends up sitting on the floor.

“Weird message *pant* Me and Forge! *huff* the Rattataki!! *pant* NOISE COMPLAINTS!!!!”

(Idk if @squad380 would be with bite at this point in time but hope the @‘s ok)

( @guard-crane )

"Crane, vod, breathe!"

Bite considered helping the trooper off the floor before deciding it would be much easier to drop to his good knee.

"Slow down and tell me what you know."

Oh, by the kara!

Because you watch in your vents and kark, I don't know?! I am still on shift right now. This just counts as part of my duties, technically speaking. You are going to sleep after this even if I have to get someone to keep an eye on you! I am a medic vod, I know how to calculate the nessasary nutrition the little Fett needs, and rations aren't great but they are enough for now.

There is always a spare bunk vod, even if it may mean sometimes someone doubles up, although from what I've seen, some of you are touchstarved enough that would be a bonus. He won't get hurt, not by us, and even if he is, it is literally my job to deal with it. It's going to be ok, Tumbler. we will make a plan and let Commander Fox decide if we go through with it.

@corrie-bite @corrie-guard-tumbler @cc1010fox

My apologies for interrupting, sirs, but it would appear that a feral Boba Fett (@youngfett) has stumbled across the barracks, and he's wounded. I understand that I need to learn to take initiative, but I figured that it's different for Boba, you know? I mean... He's Prime's kid. After the fiasco with Aurra Sing, I want to make sure that he's got people in his corner, and who better for that than the vod'e?

BITE - CT-8024

Designation: CT-8024

Name: Bite

Classification(s): Medic & Stealth Ops

Current Posting: Coruscant Guard

Previous Postings: Stealth Ops Squad, Kamino

According to the Commander, my previous posting made me qualified to run one of these accounts, I can only assume it is because I know what classified looks like. As per instruction, I am here to demonstrate elements of the Coruscant guard and ensure no one is doing anything that will end in a medbay visit. Feel free to ask questions, the comm signal linked to this is open.

[Feel free to ask with rp accounts or just to pose questions to Bite. We are all just here for fun!]

[Update: If I do not respond to your ask, I will ASAP, I'm just busy.]