BITE - CT-8024

Tumbler, vod, calm it. I'm freaking out just as much as you, but I refuse to scare off this kid. Also, I've seen him around before on stealth missions. I'm pretty sure he tried to shoot me once. He has almost the same biology as us, just smaller. He eats the same.

If he can get between outer rim planets for beroya jobs, he can get to Coruscant. And well, I kind of assumed if anyone knew how he got in here, it would be you.

@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?

Blood blood blood blood

Who doesn't like a bit of blood!? Let's get those muses bleeding!

For the worried

"Don't worry about it, this happens sometimes."

"It's just a nosebleed."

"Some asshole punched me!"

"What? No, I'm fine, I ..."

"Oh, shit, I'm bleeding."

"Where did that come from?"

"Don't worry. Don't - don't worry..."

"I feel woozy."

"Oh, god, that's ... why am I bleeding..?"

"No, no! It's not my blood!"

"I uh. I tripped."

"It's just a bit of blood, christ, calm down."

"Ow. Um. Ow."

"I can't feel it. I should be able to .. feel it... right?"

"It's just a little cut, it's not... oh. I guess that's deeper than I thought."

For the bloodied

"Hey, you're bleeding."

"Are you okay? That's a lot of blood."

"Oh, god, are you hurt? Are you hurt?!"

"Oh no."

"You're not meant to look like that."

"What do you mean it isn't yours!?"

"I'll get you some tissues."

"Take a deep breath, okay, I'm going to help."

"Sit down, sit down."

"I'm calling an ambulance."

"You're hurt!"

"Stop trying to be brave for one minute."

"I'm getting some bandages."

"Did you punch them back?"

"You'll be okay."

"Cuddles for the vod'ika!"

Bite refuses to leave a kid looking that sad.

1607 is on the floor looking very sad. "Cuddles? Someone, anyone? Cuddles please?"

He doesn't want to be all by himself here.

Well, if the siren is sounded, there's no point keeping the Rattataki alive for stealths sake. Bite lunges at the guard, blade flashing. He'd studied up on Rattataki physiology before the mission and now uses that to strike at a few non-lethal points before moving in for the throat.

From the security room, Bite has access to the cameras set up to keep the area secure. As he starts trying to locate any remaining Rattataki that Crane hadn't distracted he finds a live feed, on it, a glimpse of the vod they had been looking for.

"Vod'e, I think you might want to see this..."

[@squad380 @guard-crane]

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 👀)

"Not slavers, a senator. For you guys, the pattern may not be so clear, but as a medic, the vast majority of Tumblers injuries on file are from one person, Senator Vyrim. She fits the profile, thugs to do the hard work, a more complex knowledge of Tumbler and his behaviours, and well she has a thing for names evident to anyone who has had the misfortune to have to have been alone with her."

This is something Bite can do. His profiling training from his stealth ops track a weapon he is happy to wield for his vod. But what next, Vyrim is prideful, but she isn't stupid enough to leave something incriminating in her office in the Rotunda.

"We need a list of potential locations, cross reference your findings with the list of properties we know are owned by Senator Vyrim or any of her workers and associates. Vyrim is a sadistic demagolka, so we need to move fast if we want our brother back in one piece."

*BZZZZZZT*

If anyone is getting this, I need back-up! This is CT-3996, I am on level 105, I am being chased by unknow-KARK!

*There's a thud and grunt, then a quick scramble of action. As if the speaker had fallen and quickly gotten back up and ran afterwards. There's some voices in the background, muffled and inaudible*

I don't know who the suspects are or if they are gang affiliated, they are wearing concealing face-wear and no verbal confirmation of Separatist allegiance!

*There's a brief lapse of silence as Tumbler seems to be ducking around obstacles, huffing as runs from the assailants. They are getting closer and a blaster sounds off, earning a panicked curse from the Guard*

OSIK! VODE, THEY'RE AN INSIDE JOB! THEY ARE DIRECTING ME AWAY FROM MY KNOWN ESCAPE ROUTES, THEY ISOLATED ME FROM OTHER PATROLS! THEY-

*A another round of blasters before Tumbler is seemingly hit, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. His bucket records his unsteady breathing until footsteps are heard approaching*

Time to come home to our Lady, pet.

*The last recording before Tumbler's signal vanishes ends*

"Kark!"

This was not what Bite had been expecting to occur when we came back from his long shift with a burning need to wash the grime of the lower levels off his skin. The punch came too fast for previously unguarded medic, and the only real indicator of what had just happened was the tense brother in front of him and the throbbing pain from the steadily growing bruise on his cheek.

"07? What the hell was that for?!"

1607 despises people seeing his scars. They're a thing of shame, after all-- not battle scars, just evidence of what's been done to him. The elaborate patterns trail down from his shoulders to his wrists, and all along his ribs. He despises them. So, when he steps out of the shower and is face-to-face with another trooper, he acts on instinct-- he punches them.

I- crimes :) We can commit boop crimes!

"I agree that this isn't going to be as simple as a sedative, with the adrenaline in his system as well as any other kark they gave him, Tumbler probably won't react well to sedation."

Bite would rather not stun him, unsure of how it may effect his condition, but if there is no other option then it will just have to be his job to make sure any effect it has doesn't kill thier vod.

"If we are using blasters, I'd rather not send Mouse into our line of fire. One thing we don't need is him getting hit, too. "

Bite turns to look over at Mouse.

"You saw him before the camera cut. You think you can get through to him because there is no point sending you in when he might not even recognise you unless you are certain?"

[Let hope this works @squad380 @corrie-guard-tumbler ]

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 👀)

Mouse has left a small box where he knows one of the medics will find it-- inside there's a handwritten note apologizing for the trouble he's caused, a voucher for a six-person trip to an all-you-can-eat buffet, and a little wooden figurine of a tooka

"Hey, Sir, I found something while checking the vent just outside. It looks like it is for us!"

Bite turns the little box over in his hands after shouting to his CMO from the door. The little figurine inside looks hand carved, and the voucher is enough for all the medics that were on duty during the last rough shift to eat out on one of the middle levels.

"It's an apology, for 'causing trouble'."

One of the other medics, Plex, speaks up.

"I bet you the next prison callout it was the orikih vod'ika we had in here the other day with Tumbler. The kid cut himself out of his restraints and tried to drag both himself and Tumbler out of the medbay."

"I won't be taking that bet vod. Only shines still apologise to the medics. Everyone else realises we just tell them to quit apologising for being hurt." the CMO retorts.

After hearing the other medics recount the situation, Bite promises himself that if he ever sees this littlest brother of his, he will make sure he understands he has nothing to apologise for. But in the meantime, his medic brothers definitely could use the pick-me-up.

"Thank you, vod'ika."

'So that's what Fox meant about not minding a squeeze...' Bite thought to himself, assessing the trooper poking out the ceiling.

"I appreciate the warnings, I know kark all about these vents so what you say goes on the droids. And don't worry about the stretcher, wasn't intending on trying that, too bulky, don't move fast enough. Wanted to ensure there was a way to get to an injury even if the situations a little complicated."

Was Bite rambling, he thought he was rambling. The trooper had him pinned with his eyes and while Fox let him know when he arrived he'd have to earn being a Corrie he really wasn't sure how and he really couldn't afford to loose the trust of potential patients before he even gained it in the first place.

"CMO let me know when I arrived. Sometimes, he and the other medics can't get to a patient because the roots blocked, so I thought it was worth investigating. Thanks for the info... actually is it ok if I call you Vod or would you rather I use your name? Should have asked."

Bite has managed to get more flustered in the last week with the Guard than on any ops mission in recent memory. New rules, new brothers, and a whole lot of new medical files to learn.

Hey Vod, you Tumbler? One of the commanders sent me when I asked about covert routes through the senate. Apparently, you are the guy to ask? Kark, I completely forgot to introduce myself; names Bite, transfer from GAR stealth ops, combat medic. Nice to meet ya.

(Feel free to ignore)

Tumbler pops his head out of the vent like a demented Jack in the Box, casually crooking his elbow to rest on the lining of it, dust and cobwebs coating him from bucket to boots probably. A spider skitters across his visor as he stares down at Bite.

There seems to be something heavy about the gaze he levels on the former GAR vod, almost assessing and most certainly judging. After all, Tumbler did not have the highest opinions of the GAR. But, a vod is a vod.

"Well, don't know about Covert routes...I just know eighty-five percent of the Senate Rotunda and Senator Suites ventilation system, none of which are wide enough to fit a hover stretcher. If you're planning to traverse the vents, you need to be willing to befriend droids and know when to back the kark off because they can literally cause a vent to collapse with you in it and make it look like an accident. So no kriffing Droid hate, my relationship would be called into question with them if you mess up."

He pulls himself out of the vent and allows gravity to yank him down to the ground, landing safely as he stands tall and folds his arms. One hand lifts to point at Bite.

"You also need to be good with insects crawling over you and being prepared to fight off whatever poisonous pet that a Senator's lost."