"I. Don't. Care. I Don't Give A Tooka's Shebs About Whether This Is An Order Or Not. I Know What She

There are a lot of troopers in the guard with training the guard aren't supposed to have, ARCs for sure, but I don't know of any other stealth troopers in the guard either, so... let's just not tell the brass, yeah?

[Let me know if you want me to delete this :)]

Wait...we have arc troopers in the Guard?

They ALLOWED THAT?

- @corrie-guard-tumbler

There are no ARC troopers in the guard, they leave them for legions/battalions on the battle field. but there are a few of us with ARC training, such as Fox, Thire and myself.

This technically extends to other factions. Captain Rex also had ARC training without changing from Clone Trooper status to ARC status.

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?

"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.

Mouse approaches Bite with a folder. "I was snooping around and found a couple things-- well really only one thing, just a note, everything else in the folder is my own ramblings and attempts to find connections-- but the note's something about a really impressively large sum of money and some sort of large pet. But-- I just want you to have this, so it doesn't get lost while I'm out on my ill-advised rampage"

Bite takes the folder from Mouse's hands, already trying to figure out how this information could help him locate Tumbler.

"And where do you intend to go on your 'ill-advised rampage' vod? Because we don't have a location for Tumbler or Senator Vyrim right now and if you run off to cause havoc not only will you not be permitted to join the extraction team, you may also get yourself killed."

He knows his words are harsh, his kih'vod usually someone he tries to keep a nicer tone with, but right now Tumbler takes priority and Bite can not afford to get distracted with trying to keep an eye on his obviously distressed vod as well as providing specialist insight on extraction plans and tactics to the command staff and working with the tech boys on information gathering and processing.

"I know you are angry, kark. I'm furious, but right now, Tumbler needs you as level-headed as you can manage. Can you control yourself until we have a plan, trooper?"

Alright, info sent ahead, with Mouse's additional history tagged on. Mouse is tense, very tense. Understandable for the situation, but Bite assumes there is more to it than simple fear for the clone before them. As he gets to work to prepare Vayne for transport, he speaks.

"No one is going to let you get hurt for this, vod. You know the corrie's will consider it self defense, it won't be hard to blame anything that needs to go in official records on the anti-clone group that have been escalated recently. We will do all we can to help him, I swear. What is your relationship with him? And don't look at me like that. There is no lying to me."

(from: Mouse, @squad380)

Hey, so-- okaylistenIknockedaguyout-- okay no, breathe, just breathe-- okay. I mostly-accidentally knocked Vayne unconscious and now he's bleeding from his ears. I also not-accidentally broke his ankles. And uh. Tumbler and I have no idea what to do.

This was not what he'd expected when he arrived after receiving a 'Help Please!' comm from Mouse.

"Ok, before I touch any of the rest of that, keep breathing vod'ika, you are going to be fine. In, hold, out. Good Mouse, and again. In, hold, out. There we go. Show me the way, vod'ika, I'll see what I can do."

Given the description of the injuries, Bite is rather confused on exactly how the little vod before him managed to make someone bleed from their ears after a punch, but given the things he's seen, he'll wait until he can see for himself to make any judgements on the situation.

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."

"Vod, maybe wait until you won't fall over until you get into another fight?"

Bite slowly removed the shard of visor from Tumblers head and pasted an appropriately sized bacta patch on top.

"Right, let me wrap that arm properly, and then we will get you back to the barracks. You can sleep and then go back to whatever you were doing."

As he slowly winds the wrap around the broken arm, he thinks about how this all started.

"So... all battalions are proud of their commanders, but I don't think I've even seen one as protective as the corries. What's up with that, then?"

: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?"

“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."

"I know vod'ika, but we sent out an ARF trooper the second we got the news and they found nothing, right now we need you here incase we finally get a lock on the location. Your ARF status will be essential in a complex situation like this one. If you need to do something, tell the tech boys what you found and have them search Vyrims account transactions for anything similar to or related to what you found. The second we can go get Tumbler, I will tell you, but that isn't possible if you are 20 klicks from base chasing a cold trail."

Bite wants nothing more than to send Mouse to the streets with his mastiff in an attempt to find Tumbler quicker, but with the real chance that there will be no trail and no results when they tried before, it isn't worth loosing Mouse as a potential asset when the time comes.

Mouse approaches Bite with a folder. "I was snooping around and found a couple things-- well really only one thing, just a note, everything else in the folder is my own ramblings and attempts to find connections-- but the note's something about a really impressively large sum of money and some sort of large pet. But-- I just want you to have this, so it doesn't get lost while I'm out on my ill-advised rampage"

Bite takes the folder from Mouse's hands, already trying to figure out how this information could help him locate Tumbler.

"And where do you intend to go on your 'ill-advised rampage' vod? Because we don't have a location for Tumbler or Senator Vyrim right now and if you run off to cause havoc not only will you not be permitted to join the extraction team, you may also get yourself killed."

He knows his words are harsh, his kih'vod usually someone he tries to keep a nicer tone with, but right now Tumbler takes priority and Bite can not afford to get distracted with trying to keep an eye on his obviously distressed vod as well as providing specialist insight on extraction plans and tactics to the command staff and working with the tech boys on information gathering and processing.

"I know you are angry, kark. I'm furious, but right now, Tumbler needs you as level-headed as you can manage. Can you control yourself until we have a plan, trooper?"

( So I'm getting some increasingly passive-aggressive anon asks about when Wayward Guard is gonna continue and normally, I delete those kind of things because frankly, you should let people post at their own pace but I feel I need to blankly state this because the asks are now 5 in total in my box, which is kinda silly?

SO! To whoever is sending those asks, I would like to inform you that people have lives to focus on. I, Squad, Crane and Bite have other priorities, some of us are ill and some of us have jobs/education to focus on and we have different time zones to work around.

So please have some patience and stop getting angry that we're not posting quick enough for your liking. Even unfollow me if this response upsets you because I'm a lil upset at the audacity to being told that me and the others need to keep a pace.

....anyway, vent and psa over. )