The Second Bite Hears The Recording He Ditches His Meal And Sprints Faster Than He Ever Has To The Room

"Bite, CT-8024 of Stealth Squad 07."

Bite knew there was something not quite right with that sentence, but right now, he didn’t want to think what it was.

"Why is it dark? Why is it so cold? I got out, I know I got out, my squad came for me, so why is it still cold?"

Bite was spiralling further and further with every word, fear blocking out his rational thought. He was supposed to be safe now, Commander Blackout promised. He could just feel the slightest warmth before him, but his panicked brain locked on before the rest of him could catch up. Bite grasped the vod's forearms, thankfully bare of the usual vembrances, and used all of the energy he had left to not let go.

(from: @squad380) for Spotify wrapped starters/asks: 27

[Nice, song 27: Panic Room by Au/Ra]

Bite wakes with a jolt and a loud swear, tumbling from his top bunk and groaning as he lands on the previously distant floor.

"Kriff, one night of uninterrupted sleep in all I ask for." Bite mumbles in staggered, sharp breaths, aware of the vode sleeping around him. He pushes himself up on shaking limps as the adrenaline from his nightmare continues to rage through him.

In the darkness of the barracks, Bite could have sworn he was somewhere else, the cold floor only serving to help his mind send him places he never wants to think of again. Only the steady breathing of sleeping clones, intrupted by the sounds of rustling sheets and creeking frames, grounds him in the room.

Even now, Bite can feel the panic in his throat, and the images of past horrors flash across his vision. The shaking has spread throughout his entire body, and his breathing is still uneven. With each thunderous beat of his heart, Bite moved further into the shadows of his mind.

@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.

I’m giving stickers to you and your brothers * hands him one * this one is yours

* the sticker is of a loth cat *

Bite is speechless. Coruscant is a cold and cruel planet, and by the ka'ra, he needed the reminder that not every natborn on this forsaken planet is out to see him and his brothers bleed.

"Thank you. I'll put it inside my vembrance. Remember to find a Guardsman if you ever need help, and you'll get it."

:Incoming Transmission from: Coruscant Guard Holding ward:

We need any available medic to head down to the Holding Wards and tend to our local vent cryptid. Di'kut got into a brawl with someone from Bacara's lot and our on-hand medics are tending to the the Marines who jumped in.

- @corrie-guard-tumbler

"Medic Bite, on route, Over"

Bite stands quickly from where he'd been sat talking with one of the other medics in the mess.

"I've got this one. Flag it to the medbay in case things got extra rough, and I'll comm you when I have the facts."

Bite turns on his heel and starts running full pelt towards the holding wards. He'd only met Tumbler once, but after memorising his file, he was already trying to sort out a plan in his head.

As Bite skid around the final corner, he was greeted with the sight of injured brothers and very tired medics trying to stop someone from continuing the fight.

Turning to the trooper on duty at the entrance, he asked where to find Tumbler and was pointed to a dazed and injured looking vod in the back corner of the room.

Weaving around the clones still scattered around the space, Bite finally reached the corner Tumbler was pressed into.

"Hey vod, it's Bite. What happened? What do you need?"

"No, you won't. The list of vod'e they fight is logged, you kill them, someone kills us."

That was made very clear to him when he was there. The threat was punctuated with a sharp jab with a pike to ensure Bite got the message. He uses the obviously stolen bacta sparingly, the gaudy label of natborn supplies straining his eyes as he tries to read the info on the container.

"Regardless, vor entye. For the bacta and the support."

"....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."

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?

"Alright, vod, if you feel up for it, I'm going to help you up and get you back to base. I can either take you to the medbay or to the bunks? I can even take you to the medics bunks if you want the privacy. When we get there, with your permission, I'd like to check you over properly."

Bite is being cautious now. He remembers the last time Mouse was in the medbay and will try to avoid a repeat to the best of his ability. Right now, he is willing to take his vod'ika anywhere as long as it is safer than here.

Mouse is lounging on a plush couch in a senator's private chambers, trying to ignore what happened before the senator in question left him alone. Her name and face are a blur, same as the touches she left on his skin. There is a platter on the table that he is looking for food to fill with. It's almost as an afterthought that he pings the Guard comm channel. "Hey, can someone come....come be with me? I don't wanna be alone. Sending location and vitals now."

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

Senator Vyrim, the representative of the Separatist Allied planet Rattataki.

Rattataki appear to be very war tribe in culture, as well as boasting of great endurance of pain as many Rattataki are adjourned in piercings and tattoos from head to toe. Vyrim is no stranger to her own customs, going for piercings that signify her status as Senator.

(Mission impossible theme starts playing)