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violetjedisylveon · 11 months

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Amnesia Chapter 7 - Mess

Summary: Omega strays too far with her new friend Xillyn and winds up in a mess of trouble.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: child iniury, blood, mentions of blood, fire, flashbacks, fighting, violence.

A/N: Omega is a baby lesbian/feminine attracted, and she is going have a lil crush on a feminine leaning person. Enjoy the baby gayness! Happy pride month🌈✨! Also I got diagnosed with Autism🎉

Amnesia AU link here.

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Freyu glanced up from cleaning her crossbow, she hadn't had to use it, but cleaning it always calmed her. Omega and Xillyn were fawning over the two new foals in the paddock.

The pair of four day-old horse's trotted happily around the protected area, whinnying and prancing up to their mother. They wobbled slightly with every step, the weight of their rapidly growing horns causing them to be unbalanced. Their tail spikes would catch up and balance them soon enough so there was nothing to worry about.

Mayar still watched her foals closely, it was to be expected. The birth had been difficult for her so she wanted to make sure her foals were safe.

One of the foals, the bolder of the two, trotted up to Omega and licked her cheek. Omega giggled and patted the foal's neck. The foals had been hesitant, so far, around Omega, she was a stranger to them, and had a much weaker connection to Massanii than a Massii like Xillyn or Freyu herself, but they were warming up to her.

She'll be showing like someone born here soon enough. Massanii had that effect on people, it changed them by giving them a closer connection to the planet, it worked faster on younglings and those with open minds.

"They're so wobbly, how do they avoid predators?" Omega asked.

"Their herd protects them, mares go off to have the baby and bond with it, the herd follows an hour or two after, usually the mare can protect them too, they're very deadly when they want to be." Cai explained.

Asichi neighed in agreement. Freyu patted the mare's side and scratched the spot on her back she could never reach.

"Yes, you're very lethal." She cooed.

Asichi flicked her with a tentacle. Freyu rolled her eyes and went back to cleaning her crossbow and keeping an eye on Omega.

The pair of younglings were still fawning over the foals when Narvae came up to the fence.

"Xillyn, have you cleaned your bow yet?" Narvae asked the young Massii.

"No." Xillyn said with a pout, xir teal and yellow spotted ears drooping with disappointment.

"Well go clean it, you know you have to do it every day." Narvae reminded her gently.

Xillyn huffed and gave xir soon to be uncle a glare. Narvae shut down any of the typical Massii thoughts coursing through xir head.

"No b.s. Xillyn, you've gotta do your chores." Narvae said with a much firmer tone than before.

Xillyn sighed exasperatedly but started making xir way out of the paddock, Freyu could sense her thoughts circling back to the mischief and frankly, asshole, response that Massii had to anything they didn't want to do.

"Why don't you show Meg'ika how it works? I'm sure she'd like that." Freyu called out.

Xillyn's ears perked up and xe ran over to Omega.

"Wanna see it?" Xe asked excitedly.

Omega glanced back at her, Freyu gave the girl a shrug and went back to her own bow.

"Sure, it sounds cool." Omega said nervously.

"Oh it is the coolest!" Xillyn exclaimed.

Xe went into an excited ramble all about how cool xir bow was and all the things it could do. Xe wasn't talking too fast, Omega wouldn't have much trouble keeping up.

"Thanks, Freyu, I owe you one." Narvae thanked her.

Freyu just shrugged, she was Massí too, she knew how they all thought, Omega would make the chore more enjoyable for Xillyn and keep Narvae safe from the wrath of a Massii child. Some of the most vindictive little shits in the galaxy.

"I know how kids think pretty well, it's been what, a thousand years since you've been one, right?" She teased.

"You're off a couple hundred years but, point taken." Narvae shrugged.

A little further out on the field, Xillyn was showing Omega her bow. A Massii made crossbow, a more common weapon for children since it took less skill and balance to shoot it while riding.

"Check this out!" Xillyn loaded a new type of energy bolt and fired it towards a distant rock.

The energy casing split and a loud boom erupted from it.

"Sonic arrows! Isn't that the coolest?" Xillyn asked.

"It's loud is what it is." Omega grumbled.

Xillyn didn't hear or didn't care about Omega's complaint, already engrossed in telling Omega all about it.

"It does way more than that, wanna see what else it does?" Xillyn asked.

"Sure." Omega shrugged.

Xillyn smiled and took in a deep breath.

"It's so cool! It has energy arrows, sonic blasts, a stun setting and I can use actual arrows with it! Those are really cool, they can have all sorts of uses and add things that don't work with energy cause, it energy. The ones Freyu makes are the best! They can do a bunch of cool things with poisons and toxins and it's really super cool! I'm not allowed to use those yet cause I'm not old enough, but it'll be so cool when I can!" Xillyn said enthusiastically.

"Freyu makes poison?" Omega asked, tilting her head.

"Oh yeah, it's part of her job, working with the plants, she makes medicines and ointments and stuff, but she also uses them to make toxic substances, it's a thing her family's been doing for a while. She's really good at it." Xillyn smiled.

I need to be more careful about what I drink.

"So what do you use that for?" Omega asked.

"Well, mostly to help herd and gather food, if we run into trouble I can help protect the herd." Xillyn answered.

A sly, impish grin crossed xir lips and xe grinned at Omega.

"You wanna try?" Xe offered.

Omega hesitated in her answer, Freyu hadn't gotten to teaching her much more than hand to hand, Tesi said it was inadvisable for her condition. She didn't know if she'd ever used a weapon before.

"Uh, it's not that hard to use, is it?" She asked.

"Eh, sorta? I can set it up so it's easy for you and show you what to do, if you want." Xillyn said with a happy trill.

Xe looked so happy at the idea that Omega didn't want to disappoint xir.

"That… I'd like that." Omega mumbled nervously.

Xillyn let out a happy purr and hugged her. Omega could feel xir vibrating from the force of xir purr. It was cute.

"This will be so fun!" Xe exclaimed.

Xir tail made a szip sound as it beat against the grass.

Xe handed xir crossbow off to her, the weapon was lighter than it looked, the weight of a weapon in her hands made her uneasy about it. It was capable of killing, yet it was so light, it didn't make sense, she always thought deadly weapons would be heavy, by the weight of the action they were used with. She knew that weapons could be whatever weight they needed to be for their maximum efficiency.

She knew Freyu's vibro sword was made like that. It had a blending of two special types of metals, they had similar properties and were compatible. One was beskar, that gave it strength, it was 'properly forged beskar' in Freyu's words, her family was Mandalorian so they knew how to do it. The other was something called songsteel, it gave the blade a lighter weight without sacrificing strength.

Personally, Omega loved the way Freyu's vibro blade looked, it was shimmery and pretty and the conductive grooves in it were lined electric blue. Despite it being made of stiff metal, when Freyu used it it might as well have been fluid. She wanted to be able to fight like Freyu did.

A clawed finger tapped her nose. She blinked and looked up.

"You alright? You've been staring at it." Xillyn pointed out.

"Oh, uh, it's pretty…" Omega trailed off.

Her cheeks heated up at being caught lost in her thoughts. Xillyn's amber and purple eyes flicked down slightly and xe smiled.

"I didn't know humans could change colors!" Xe chirped.

Okay, now her cheeks were burning.

"C'mon, I'll show you how to use it!"

Xillyn grabbed her hand and dragged her father out into the field where there were a couple of old stumps and posts with faded targets on them in a rough semi circle, extending out. There were stains on the targets and bushes around them.

"My uncle used this arena to teach Ikurrece how to work with Nahi, and then he taught Freyu. My mom and o'pa taught me here too." Xillyn explained.

"Who's Ikurrece?" Omega asked.

"He's Freyu's older brother."

"The Jedi?"

Xillyn shot her a slightly confused look then shook xir head.

"No, Ikurrece is the other brother, she's got two big brothers." Xillyn said.

"She's got two brothers?!" Omega gasped.

"She's got three actually, one little brother." Xillyn nodded.

Her Jedi brother is dead but, why haven't I seen the others? Omega wondered.

"Has she not told you about them?" Xillyn asked.

"No, I just know about the Jedi and a sister." Omega answered.

Xillyn's expression briefly shifted to something darker, but it faded quickly and xe smiled.

"I guess she'll tell you when she wants to." Xe shrugged.

Xe brushed the conversation off and shoved Omega in the direction of a flat round stone.

"That's where we stand, you'll aim for the nearest one." Xillyn pointed to said target, it really wasn't too far.

It was marked by thousands of burn marks and dents and scratches from years of use.

"First step is to find the safety, the arrows will only leave a small mark and it's what we all use for training. We could use physical cause we can recollect them but I don't have any on me." Xillyn instructed her.

Omega found the safety switch easily and turned it on. Xillyn stood behind her and adjusted her arms and fingers as necessary, the same way Freyu did when they were training together. It wasn't really that different, only Xillyn was about her height and fuzzy.

"Once you have the target in the crosshair you can fire." Xillyn said.

She nodded and lined up the shot to the best of her ability, she got it as close as she could and let the energy bolt go flying.

The purply pink arrow flew through the air and hit the edge of the target.

Omega blinked in surprise. She was sure she'd have missed or messed up in some way.

"Hey, that was pretty good for your first time. I missed my first shot, it hit the trunk." Xillyn congratulated her.

Omega beamed at the praise, it was kind of like when Freyu said she did a good job, but different, her face was warmer as Xillyn smiled down at her.

"Wanna try again? I can help you aim better." Xillyn offered.

"Yes! Er, that sounds fun." Omega said.

They spent and hour practicing, by then they'd both gottwn a little bored and Xillyn suggested a Massii game for them to play. Omega was told she didn't need a tail for it, she just needed to be able to climb.

Xillyn scratched xir claws on an old tree trunk, sharpening them to xir liking.

"It's really fun, you can only do it with the trees that have vines, there aren't many out side of the forests but I know where one is near by." Xillyn told her.

Xe took her hand and lead her through the tall grasses to the tree. It was really tall and had vine covered branches that swayed in the gentle breeze. Xillyn parted the vines for her.

"These trees are easy to climb, I'll help you if you need it." Xe said.

Omega walked around the trunk until she found a good foothold. She clung to the trunk until she reached the branches, then started climbing, Xillyn was right behind her, ready to help if anything went wrong.

She reached as far up as she could safely go and looked back down at Xillyn for further instruction. Xillyn flashed her a grin and grabbed one of the vines, then xe flung xirself off the branch. To Omega's surprise, the vine was stretchy and bounced Xillyn onto a lower branch safely.

"C'mon, you try!" Xillyn shouted.

Omega hesitantly grabbed a vine, and wrapped it around her arm like Xillyn had done, she didn't look down when she jumped off.

She shouted out as the wind whipped past her and then giggled as she was shot back up. She landed next to Xillyn.

"That was really fun!" She said breathlessly.

"Told ya!" Xillyn beamed.

"Let's go again!" Omega shouted.

She jumped onto her feet, forgetting she was on a tree branch for a moment, one foot slipped off. Xillyn caught her and steadied her, xir hands were gentle yet firm. Her face warmed again.

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Asichi softly snorted into Freyu's ear, she covered her eyes and sat up slowly. She had fallen asleep resting against Asichi's side. She yawned and stretched her arms.

"Something up?" She asked the mare.

Asichi gestured in the direction Omega and Xillyn had been playing in. They weren't there. It was late in the day.

"How long?" She asked, getting up in a hurry.

The answer of hours didn't make Freyu feel any better.

"Cai! Where are the kids!" She shouted.

She got everyone's attention

"What is it?" Cai asked her.

"I think something's wrong, where are the kids?" She repeated.

She stumbled forwards, wincing at the firey pain shooting up her thigh. Alask caught her before she could fall and held her steady.

"Don't push it." She warned.

Freyu shrugged her concerns off.

"I'm fine, something is going on and I need to find Omega before something happens to her!" She accidentally spoke too loudly.

She hadn't meant to shout, she really hadn't. Alask would understand, she knew how she was, she still felt bad for shouting at her friend. She could apologize later.

Asichi whinnied, high and shrill, she had found what was wrong. Asichi charged towards her, without a second thought Freyu seamlessly mounted the horse from her standing position and rode in the direction of trouble. She ignored all protests, hyper focused on reaching Omega.

Asichi took her to a large tree that was just outside of the security system's warning, it was a tree she had spent many hours playing on.

A bounty hunter stood at the base of the tree, using the tree to hide from Xillyn's attacks and trying to shoot the pair of children down. Freyu was relieved Omega was alright and enraged at the hunter for attacking them. Omega saw her from her spot clinging to the trunk for dear life.

"Freyu!" She shouted.

The hunter turned to face her, frowned then smiled.

"O'asisk. I've heard about you. One of you fucked a Mando a while back, right?" The hunter said.

Freyu glared at the human hunter, it might have been someone she knew, but there were so many human bounty hunters and this one wasn't distinct enough. He was old enough to know about her buir. He didn't look very tough, bottom of the list type.

"We are Mandalorian." She growled.

The hunter nodded and glanced Asichi up and down.

"What's with the horse?" He asked.

"Shut up." Freyu ordered.

The hunter dropped the pleasantries and pulled a blaster on her. He wasn't the quickest draw, she was a lot faster and had the advantage of foresight.

Was it cheating? Like Hell she cared.

She was off Asichi and in the hunter's face before he could process her movement. She smirked and snatched the blaster out of his hands. He swung a punch at her, it was sloppy but since she was so close, it did connect with her previous blaster injury.

She swore and kicked the hunter away from her. He pulled a smaller blaster out, she rolled her eyes and avoided the shot. This guy was going to be annoying to kill.

She didn't have a blaster of her own at the moment, but she had her sword and a couple of poisoned knives, which would certainly do the trick nicely.

The guy was a sloppy shot once he lost his confidence. Her subtle influence on his balance was making him clumsier, not that he knew, nor anyone else.

She slowly closed in, looking for the right opportunity to strike. The hunter was looking for any opportunity to avoid her, or distract her. She had a gut feeling he was going to pull something.

Detonator

She always trusted her gut.

"Get down!" She shouted.

The hunter tossed his detonator at her, she ran towards Asichi, signaled the mare then shut her hearing aid off to block out the excess noise.

The detonator went off in a fiery explosion. Xillyn hissed at the assault on xir sensitive senses and covered xir ringing ears.

"Freyu!" Omega screamed through the smoke.

She leaned down and stared into the fire below. Xillyn shoved her back against the tree then squeaked as a bolt grazed xir arm. Omega stared at the small spots of pale blood welling up and dripping through xir fur.

Xillyn's blood wasn't red, Massii didn't have red blood… Why is it red?

"Xillyn?"

Instead of amber and purple, Xillyn's eyes were a rich brown… Xillyn didn't look like xirself.

Omega didn't know who she was seeing, most of it was blurry.

A sharp pain struck her head. She cried and grabbed it, accidentally knocking into Xillyn in front of her.

Xe lost xir balance and scrambled back along the branch.

Omega heard a noise below, she turned and saw a bright blue light before it hit her and sent a dizzying sensation all over her body. Everything went dark, but the pain persisted.

Omega's limp body toppled off the tree branch, Xillyn jumped off and grabbed her by her arm before she could hit the ground, xe grunted at the strain on xir tail and injured arm.

The bounty hunter below chuckled at their plight. Xillyn closed xir eyes and sent qa cry for help to the Mother Forests through the tree.

The flames from the explosion were dying down when Xillyn opened xir eyes. Among the flames there was a mass of plants in an unnatural formation. The plants receded with a triumphant neigh from Asichi.

"Nice work Asichi." She complimented.

Asichi wiped her forehead with a tentacle, it stung a bit.

That's bleeding. She rolled her eyes. Alask will never let this go.

"Freyu! Help!" Xillyn's panicked cry brought her back to the present.

The young Massii was dangling from a branch by xir tail, holding onto a limp, unconscious Omega. Below them, the hunter had noticed she was not dead, much to his surprise.

Before he could react, Freyu sprung forwards and punched him in the face the stabbed his arm.

"Disarm him for me, would you?" She requested Asichi.

The horse eagerly obliged, she grabbed the hunter by his foot and shook him around. Freyu turned her attention to the kids.

Xillyn was straining to hold onto Omega, xe had a wound on xir arm. Freyu knew xe wouldn't last much longer and briefly debated what to do. Maatsu always said she had to keep it a secret, nobody she didn't trust could know. But…

There's no one here who doesn't know already. I can just kill the hunter once I'm done.

She made up her mind and walked under the pair of younglings.

"Xillyn! I need you to drop her!" She shouted up.

"What?!" Xillyn screeched down.

"I'll catch her, she'll be fine!" She insisted.

Xillyn frowned, debating the best course of action for the moment, then nodded.

"Okay! Tell me when!" Xillyn shouted.

Freyu held out her hands and focused on Omega. In her mind, she imagined navigating Omega through the tangle of branches down to her position. She could do it, she knew she could.

"Now!"

Omega barely had a chance to fall, Freyu caught her with the Force and safely guided her to her. She released her hold on the girl once she was firmly in her arms. She was a limp dead weight but she seemed relatively unharmed, the only major injury was her right shoulder, it had been pulled out of its socket when Xillyn stopped her fall.

Freyu held her close for a moment-

Blaster

She ripped the back up weapon from the hunter and tossed it out into the dwindling flames. Asichi snarled and pressed the hunter against the tree, razor sharp horns against his throat.

"What are you here for?" Freyu asked.

"The kid, you blue skin witch!" The hunter spat.

A knife landed right next to his head, less than an inch from his temple. Freyu sauntered over and pulled it out, mentally apologizing to the tree, then held it against the hunter's pale face. With a flick of her wrist, she sliced his cheek open. He shouted and swore at her, he was definitely a bottom tier hunter.

"Would you like to say that again?" She asked.

The hunter eyed her knife warily, but didn't say anything.

"Good. Now, why are you here for her." She wasn't asking.

She focused on his mind. It was weakened with plenty of cracks, and she could be like water. She wore down his will until he cracked.

"Kid's wanted. Alive. Pretty penny for her safe delivery to some lab, my bet's the kid is someone's escaped experiment, and they want it back." The hunter sneered.

Freyu glanced at Omega, the poor girl had already been through who knows how much, she didn't want her to suffer anymore.

"How did you find her?"

"Contact said there was a kid who looked like the one I was after, he was undercover with Black Sun, though I figure he's dead now, he said something about their camp getting attacked." He gave her a long look.

"Said there was a crazy bitch with a sword like yours." He observed.

She didn't like where this was going.

"Did you kill my friend?"

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Cliffhanger!

I'm graduating tomorrow. And it's gonna be hot.

It does mean summer and I can do a lot more stuff, right now I'm just trying to finish all the sketches I have before making new ones, so that may take my whole summer, or a month, but hey, I get to draw non stop!

Anyone want to see a story about some defective clone ocs I made, they aren't defective like the bad batch, they are straight up accidents, and two of them are trans but that's not what makes them defective. I'm gonna do it anyway cause it's really fun to explore the lives of these clones who are defective in a not useful, very obvious way and have to grapple with the fact that one man's favor is keeping them alive.

*Massii(it's pronounced mass-e btw) means from or of Massanii, hence why the creatures are as Massii horse for example, they are from Massanii. However, people born or raised or on Massanii long enough are called Massí, it sounds the same but the spelling is different to distinguish between original inhabitants of Massanii and the people who moved there and have thus become aclimated to the culture and the Massii behavior, i.e. being an asshole when forced to do something, being a chaotic shit and playing pranks are all fairly transmissible Massii traits. Freyu's family has been on Massanii for a long time, so there's a lot of that influence on her. When she's really pissed (not extremely pissed cause if you make the mistake of getting her that mad you are just dead, she'll just shoot you) it really shows, lots of sarcasm, rudeness, brutal honesty and generally being difficult to work with, it works most of the time. That habit is why no one really wants to mess with Massii, they're a weird species who's hard to kill, good at fighting and very annoying not really worth dealing with them just for a planet where everything else does the same thing.

Anybody else graduating this year I hope you aren't as nervous as me!

You all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

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jgvfhl · 1 year

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The Number Lads Go Snooping

Here we are folks... Sevenset is tasked with keeping Fives entertained while Tup is examined after the tragic and mysterious execution of General Tiplar on Ringo Vinda. Unfortunately for them, and Echo's blood pressure, Sevenset and Fives have strange ideas of what constitutes entertainment. BEHOLD, THE ORDERS ARC BEGINS!!

Words: not quite 8K (longest chapter to date oop) Warnings: Canon typical suspense with canon atypical swearing :) Link to Master List of Chapters on Tumblr Link to the full story on Ao3 Happy reading!

CrispyDomino: hey sevenset, need a favor

RedBoiiiii: o7 reporting for orders

CrispyDomino: Fives is bringing one of our boys to Kamino for a med eval

RedBoiiiii: yikes that’s not fun

CrispyDomino: Yeah, you mind making sure he’s not worrying himself sick over the kid?

RedBoiiiii: I will do my best! When are they arriving?

CrispyDomino: Should get there in a few hours

RedBoiiiii: You got it, buddy! I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything too stupid

DEATH: That’s not particularly promising

RedBoiiiii: oh COME ON

d0nut man: lkdjafkd

Double Trouble: oh my gods XD

CrispyDomino: Don’t worry, Sevens, I have faith in you

RedBoiiiii: THANK you echo

Leafs: We really can’t go ten seconds without something huh?

RedBoiiiii: THE COMMANDER STARTED IT

CrispyDomino: Anyway, thanks Sevens, means a lot

CrispyDomino: I’m on campaign, but feel free to send updates if you want

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Sevenset had gotten a message from Fives as soon as he’d touched down, it had appeared. He’d grumbled a little at his batchmate’s mothering, but he’d conceded it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get out of his own head while his friend was in medical. But, first Fives had to be assessed as well, so Sevenset had been left to his own devices for a bit, waiting for Fives to comm him after he was cleared.

He had chosen to use this time to be, as most people called it, a menace. He called it practicing his environmental awareness and stealth skills, although no one else seemed too keen to agree with him. After successfully pranking Colt on the Venator after their last mission, he’d doubled-down on finding some way to get at Alpha-17. A death sentence? Possibly.

But he would be legendary if he pulled it off.

It did leave him with the slight problem of finding where the grumpy captain spent most of his time. He was a very private man, and most of the time he wasn’t in his rooms anyway (which would be great news once Sevenset found them). His search had brought him almost back around to the main medical wing of Kamino. No, not the medical wing for the tubies, or the medical wing for the scientists, or the other medical wing for surgery and … whatever else they did over there. This was mainly for soldiers who came in with injuries too mysterious or serious to treat on the field, so it was undoubtedly where Fives and his friend were now.

His plan so far was based solely on lying, and hoping someone was fooled into giving him Alpha’s room number, or at least which wing he lived in. So far, however, he’d only encountered clone officers who knew better than to talk to him outside of necessity, Kaminoans who really didn’t know what to do with him half the time he approached them, and some of the nattie trainers. He didn’t feel like talking to many of them. They were fine, for the most part, but… eh. Not his thing.

An alarm went off, harsh against his ears without his bucket. He flinched, looking around and waiting for an announcement.

“Security breach. All nonessential personnel report to a safe room for lockdown.”

The round door at the end of the hallway slid open suddenly, making him pivot in that direction. The hall flooded with red emergency lighting. A pantoran woman strode out, followed by the sounds of hustle and bustle a bit too bustling for normal medical procedure.

“This place is about to be locked down,” she told him. “Better get a move on, ARC.”

He fell into step beside her as she walked, seeing no point in sticking around if that was indeed the case. He glanced over her person, trying to remember if he’d seen her around for long. He definitely recognized parts of her armor. She was one of the few Mandos left on Kamino, her armor mostly a deep blue, with pink and yellow clouds rolling along the bottom of her chestplate. Her pink hair was cropped close to her head on the sides and flopped over loosely on top. She was only about as tall as his shoulder, probably approaching forty years old, but this woman had two gold jaig eyes tattooed on her forehead.

There was no messing with her.

“Why?” he asked.

“Undisclosed. Someone’s up to no good in the medical wing.”

The alarm continued to blare.

Sevenset glanced behind him at the closed door. Fives hadn’t contacted him yet… did that mean he was in lockdown without his armor? They had to remove their kit for med evals, so maybe with the security, he hadn’t been able to get his comm back yet. That had to be it. Fives was ARC. He hadn’t survived this long by doing rash things like… whatever this trooper was doing.

“What’s your name, ma’am?” he asked, choosing to collect whatever information he could about this Mando.

She glanced over at him. “Maral Tumun.”

He nodded. “I’m Sevenset. I’ve seen you around once or twice.”

“I would hope so. I’ve been training you lot for ages. I trained some of the command batches up from tykes.”

Oh, had she now? That was worth poking into a little bit. “Which batches?”

Before she had an opportunity to answer, his comm went off. He glanced at the frequency and frowned. He didn’t recognize it. It wasn’t anyone in his squadron, or any of the Numbers. Weird.

“Sorry, I gotta take this,” he mumbled, answering the voice transmission. “This is ARC seven seven seven seven.”

“Hey, Sevens, it’s Fives. Listen–I uh… I might’ve done something.”

Oh no.

He hastily muted the comm, but didn't disconnect it, staring at Trainer Tumun, whose gold eyes had locked on him as soon as she'd heard Fives' name. "Wrong number?" he tried.

Her brow rose. "You often get wrong numbers who know your name?"

"Uh, yeah, all the time. Pretty common name among the newer batches, actually," he rambled on.

"Let me hear him," she said.

"Why? No. Ma'am."

“If you don’t, I am still under obligation to report any incidents related to what that trooper has done in medical to my superiors,” she said. “And I believe you would prefer this knowledge remain out of the Kaminoans’ hands for as long as possible, yes?”

He blinked at her. She was… helping? Was she helping? Obviously, whatever Fives had done, he wanted to know as much as he could before making decisions on how to help. She did have reasonable authority to march him down to one of the commanders or one of the doctors and make him sing, and he did not want to do that.

“You won’t get him in trouble?”

She crossed her arms, her beskar clinking. “Any more trouble, you mean?”

“Yeah…”

She shook her head. “Not yet. I know well enough to hear him out.”

Okay. It was as good as he was gonna get. He unmuted the comm.

“Heyyy…. Fives, sorry about that–”

“What the hell was that?” his friend demanded. “What happened?”

“I ran into a trainer, okay?” he shot back, trying to keep his voice down. “I–she heard you, I had to explain some things–”

“Who? What? I thought you were gonna help, Sevens!”

That hurt. He put a hand on his hip even though Fives couldn’t see him. “I’m trying, okay? This is the first time someone’s commed me after putting a whole wing of medical into lockdown, Fives! That was you, right?”

Trainer Tumun stepped closer. “What happened, trooper?”

“It’s–-there’s—something’s wrong with Tup. Yeah, Nala se was gonna cover up all the data, she switched the cases and everything.”

Sevenset exchanged a quizzical glance with the trainer. “This is the guy you were escorting here?”

“Yeah, yeah, he—kark, I dunno, mate, he got all kinds of messed up on Ringo Vinda.” Fives didn’t sound like himself. Far too agitated to be the collected, quick-witted soldier Sevenset knew. “He… he killed a Jedi, Sevens. And the Kaminoans aren’t doing enough to figure out why. All they want to do is kill him and take him apart afterwards.”

Sevenset sucked in a sharp breath, instinctively glancing up and around for witnesses. Without warning, Trainer Tumun grabbed his arm and pulled them both into a storage room toward the end of the corridor. It was dark, except for the white light from his comm, giving both their faces an eerie glow.

“Explain,” she ordered once they were both inside. At least the alarm was quieter here.

“He lost it! He was—he was—agitated, he was violent, he wasn’t responding to his name at all. He tried takin’ a swipe at General Skywalker too! Tied down to a gurney.”

“So what are you doing, Fives?” Sevenset wanted to know. “Why don’t you have your armor?”

“Armor? Armor—no, no, no, no, armor was too recognizable. Grabbed a plain set. He’ll be fine, barely a concussion—”

“You stole armor?”

“Well, no one’s giving it away, are they?” Fives replied sharply. “I may have… I kind of convinced a droid to perform a medical procedure on Tup, and when Nala Se found out, she freaked out. Said they had to do more extensive testing, still says it might be a virus, or a–a parasite—”

“Extensive testing?” Sevenset asked, his brows furrowing. Initial testing was usually pretty thorough. Why the need to go extensive? “Not the hyper testing, I hope. That will kill him.”

“But I found something!” Fives said. “I found something in his brain with the scan I did, right? But Nala Se said it was nothing, said the machine was calibrated wrong.”

Trainer Tumun tilted her head. “Those machines are never calibrated wrong.”

“Exactly! There was something in his head—maybe not just him, maybe there’s more—”

Sevenset held up a hand. “Okay, hold up, where are you?”

There was a heavy pause. Then, quietly, “Storage room, near the genetics wing.”

Another pause landed. “How? Why?” Sevenset demanded.

“I’m in disguise, aren’t I? They were gonna kriffin’ wipe me, Sevens! Now are you gonna help make sure Tup’s okay, or not?”

Sevenset sucked in a sharp breath almost without thinking. Reconditioning was more of a rumor than anything concrete on Kamino. Hearing his friend say it out loud like that…. Kark. This was worse than he’d thought.

“Yeah, and how am I supposed to keep Tup safe and you out of harm’s way at the same time, huh?”

“I’ll look after Tup,” Trainer Tumun said, cutting into their conversation suddenly.

“What?”

“I am Trainer Maral Tumun,” she said for Fives’ sake. “I don’t trust these Kaminoans when they’re this excited to dispose of a soldier. If they are so keen to find you, then they are keen to cover up what’s happening to Tup. I will find out, and I will make sure he gets to a doctor who knows the value of sentient life.”

There was another long pause as they both took in the information. Finally, Fives said, “Thank you, ma’am.”

“How are you gonna do that?” Sevenset asked. So he was a little skeptical. He had reason to be.

She smiled. “I am of Clan Ves. We do not disappoint.”

“Yeah, that’s great, I was talking more logistics?” he said. “Where are there doctors to treat him? How is he getting off Kamino? How are you even getting him off the medical table?”

Trainer Tumun sniffed, lifting her chin. “I know a guy.”

“It’s not Commander Nero, is it?” Fives asked with much sarcasm.

She looked down at the comm, shifting her stance slightly. “I do not have to answer that.”

“Nero?” Sevenset repeated. “Wait, he’s Commander Sixes’ batcher, right?” He recalled her remark about training command batches. “Holy kark, you trained those grumpy bastards, didn’t you?”

Once again, she lifted her chin and shuffled her feet slightly. “They were my best.”

“They’re kriffing sociopaths, ma’am,” Fives blurted.

“No, they are not, I had them tested.”

Comforting. But not important right now. “Okay, okay, fine,” he said. “You’ll find Tup and use Commander Nero’s infinite source of strings to pull to get him off-world. Fives, I’m gonna find you and make sure you don’t do anything stupid by yourself.”

Trainer Tumun gave him a look. “Not the usual phrasing of that expression.”

“Story of my life, ma’am,” he told her.

“Sounds good. My locator should still be on, Sevenset should be able to track me with that. I’m heading to the Genetic Records Hall.”

He sighed, rubbing his head. “Copy that, I’ll find you.”

“Stay outside until I come out. And thanks… again…”

The comm disconnected, leaving them in almost total darkness. Almost, because of the tiny dots of light on their vambrace controls.

“Okay.”

She nodded. Probably. “Let’s go.”

He followed her out into the hall, selecting the frequency Fives had used to comm him and tracking the corresponding locator signal. He turned this way and that a couple times, never the best at directionality.

“Okay, Genetic Records Hall,” he said. “No clue where that is.”

“I know it,” Tumun nodded. “I’ll need access to a different part of the medical wing, so I’ll send you the coordinates while we walk.” Without leaving room for debate, she turned and began walking, leaving him to catch up at a slight jog.

This was a bad situation, obviously. Sevenset wasn’t that tone-deaf not to realize that. But he also knew the value in taking the opportunities presented to him, and right now, he had direct access to a woman who had known Commander Sixes since he had been able to walk. There was no way in any of the nine hells he was letting this chance pass by without using it to find out something.

“So… Chaos Batch, huh?” he said by way of introduction. “You uh… you made ‘em like that?”

“I trained them,” she replied. “They were already like that.”

He gave a low whistle. “Okay, so Commander Nero has always been two degrees away from being a serial killer?”

“Well, he did try to kill a Kaminoan when he was five standard.”

He gaped at her. “He did what? And he’s alive?”

“That’s when he was transferred to the Chaos Batch,” she answered easily. “And also when he was tested for sociopathy. He just has a very rigid view of right and wrong, and a penchant for finding the simplest solution to his problems. But his emotional depth is perfectly normal.”

Sevenset could only nod. So the weird vibes he’d gotten from Commander Nero were well deserved. Granted, he’d never felt actively threatened by the man. He just had understood that if Nero had wanted it, Sevenset would have been dead faster than he could say his own name.

“Uh…huh,” he answered. “And Commander Sixes… has he always been that prickly? Grumpy, as some would say.”

She shook her head. “No, Bacara’s the one they call Grumpy. Sixes was… well. Geonosis One changed a lot of your older brothers. He’s a sweetheart to his core.”

A what? A sweetheart? The guy in all-black armor whose callsign was Death was a sweetheart? Sevenset’s mind reeled.

“Not that he’d ever admit it,” Tumun continued as they turned the corner to the neighboring corridor. “They’re all stubborn as hell, but they had determination and ingenuity like I’d never seen in a squad of cadets before. Bacara once stayed up all night putting together what he called a ‘flawless battle strategy’ for the four of them, and it was. He took into account each of their strengths and weaknesses, and they absolutely demolished the squad they were facing the next day.”

“No kidding,” he said. Small wonder the Marines were some of the most efficient soldiers in the GAR. With a commander like that… well.

“But they also invented Knife Monopoly while drunk for the first time,” she mused, a fond smile on her face. “And Sixes and Nero once shot each other during a concocted ‘duel,’ and they both have scars from it.” She shook her head. “Even genetic manipulation can’t stop teenagers from being teenagers.”

Sevenset was honestly approaching speechlessness. All that came out in reply to those world-shattering revelations was, “Oh.” His mind felt like a speeder without altitude stabilizers.

“We’re here,” Tumun said, stopping near an arched door back into the medical wing. She raised her vambrace, tapping a message. “These are the coordinates to the Genetics Hall. It’s near the incubation wings. I’ll go find Tup.”

“Got it,” he nodded, his brain struggling a little to recover from the previous conversation.

“What is Tup’s designation?” she asked.

“Uh…” He commed Fives.

“Are you here?”

“Starting there now. What’s Tup’s designation?”

“CT fifty-three eighty-five.”

Tumun nodded. “I’ll go find him. I promise,” she added, pressing a closed fist across her chest. A Mandalorian salute.

He nodded back, then took off at a jog toward where he knew the incubators were. He didn’t know what kind of time frame Fives was on, but he had to assume it wasn’t a long one. He offered passing excuses and thank yous as he dodged around doctors and troopers in the hallways, but honestly, Colt had made him run enough laps through the city that even if someone asked him what he was doing, he’d just say tell them that. No one would even blink.

Ten minutes. It took him almost ten minutes to get there. Something closer to seven, probably, but still. It felt too long. When the door was in sight, he opened his comm again.

“Fives, I’m near the main doors, what’s your status?”

“This shit just gets worse and worse, I’m telling you–” he replied angrily.

The door opened, making Sevenset look up hopefully. But no. Kaminoans were filing out of the room. Quietly, seemingly unbothered, but… no. Too quickly. Too orderly.

“Buddy, they know you’re in there,” he said, keeping his voice down.

“Yeah, I see it.”

Well. Sevenset was nothing if not recklessly impulsive at his core. “I’m coming with you,” he said, disconnecting the comm before Fives could argue, then darting towards the door.

The Kaminoans didn’t stop him. They moved out of his way, if anything. As he passed the threshold, he heard more hurried footsteps approaching from the opposite corridor from which he’d come.

“Time go, pal!” he called, now out-right sprinting to Fives. Force, he looked weird in shiny armor.

“You’re a kriffing moron, Sevens!” he shouted, following an AZ medical droid towards… oh, an emergency hatch in the ceiling. Smart.

“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know,” he shot back.

“There!” someone shouted behind them. Then stun rings began blazing past them as they ran.

Maker’s sake, they really wanted this guy! Sevenset would have been impressed, if he weren’t running away from them too. He practically flung himself up the yellow rungs of the ladder behind Fives, pulling himself into the emergency hatch after him and stepping back so the AZ could weld it shut.

Then he turned to Fives.

“Okay, so you’re in a stupendous amount of shit.”

“You didn’t have to follow me!” he shot back.

“Too bad! You’re my friend, and I have reckless tendencies,” he replied, tossing his hands in the air.

“I do not meant to interrupt,” said the droid, holding up one of its metal fingers, “but we have research to finish.”

“Finish?” Fives repeated, looking at it. “You didn’t get everything you needed?”

“Hey, I’ve an idea,” Sevenset cut in. “How about we walk and talk, yeah? Where the hell are you going?”

“What information do you still need, AZ?” Fives asked the droid.

“Well,” the droid began, sounding, as many droids did, way too calm for the amount of pressure riding on the current situation, “we know it is an organic chip, created and implanted into clone Tup’s brain.”

Sevenset put his hands on his hips and looked at Fives.

“We found a thing in Tup’s brain, it’s not from the original genetic material from Prime, so someone had to put it there,” he supplied.

“What I am not sure of,” AZ went on, turning his body around and rummaging in his storage compartment, “is at what stage of development the chip is implanted, and its purpose.”

“And we don’t know if it’s in my brain too,” Fives added, which made Sevenset’s gaze snap back to him.

“Excuse me?” Fives had reason to believe that whatever made Tup execute a Jedi General was also in his head?

The droid spoke up, now holding a glass slide containing something suspiciously flesh-colored. “Your scans did not indicate—”

“Neither did Tup’s, until we looked deeper,” Fives insisted. “If they missed it in Tup, they can miss it in me. We have to check.”

A horrible thought came unbidden to Sevenset’s mind. If this thing was in Fives and Tup… then it could be in his head too, right?

“And if it is?” he heard himself ask.

His friend looked at him.

“If it is in your head too?”

“Then he takes it out,” Fives said firmly, tilting his bucket towards AZ.

The droid rose in the air slightly, his visual receptors shining a bit brighter in shock. “That is a dangerous surgery. When I removed clone Tup’s chip, his overall health greatly worsened.”

“I’ll risk it.”

“Hey–wait, what?” Sevenset held up his hands. “‘Greatly worsened?’ What does that mean?”

“He’s still alive,” Fives said, then turned back to AZ. “Are you gonna help, or not?”

“We will need to return to a medical facility,” the droid said, drifting slightly towards Sevenset, intending to pass him.

“Fives, mate,” he said, stepping in front of the droid. “This is a lot. Are you sure you’re—”

Fives stepped over the round hole in the floor where the hatch was. “Tup is one of my best friends. He’s hurting because someone put this thing in his head. Maybe they put this thing into all of our heads. Now, the Kaminoans know something they’re not willing to let me find out.”

“And that might be a good thing,” Sevenset argued. “Listen, I’m not one to trust the long-necks, but we’re not scientists, Fives.”

“This thing made Tup kill a Jedi!” his friend exclaimed. “You want that? You wanna wake up one day a prisoner in your own head, watching your body hunt down General Ti and shoot her?”

“Don’t do that,” he told him, his voice dropping to a dark pitch.

“It’s the truth,” Fives told him. “I need to know how far this goes. You should too.”

Truthfully, Sevenset was curious. Inherently so, some would say. But he wasn’t an idiot, like the others would also say. What Fives was doing was dangerous. A medical procedure like brain surgery wasn’t without risk, even when performed by a droid designed like AZ. But something nagged at the back of his mind, like a child very softly tugging at a parent’s clothing for attention. He couldn’t ignore it forever.

The truth was, Fives wasn’t an idiot either. Hell, he was one of the most caring brothers he’d met, and that included himself.

He sighed, rubbing his face roughly. “Gods, Echo’s gonna kill me for helping you.”

“Yeah.” His friend’s voice sounded hollow at the mention of his batchmate. Probably not the kindest thing Sevenset could have brought up. “AZ, lead the way,” he said.

The droid whirred as he rose higher up the ladder, and Sevenset let Fives follow him before bringing up the rear. They climbed about three levels before the droid cut left. They followed doggedly, turning a few times before dropping back down two more levels. Finally, AZ paused, hovering over a hatch.

“Is this it?” Fives asked, squatting down.

The droid appeared to nod. “Yes. This is a hatch to the D-wing of the medical building. As of now, I can detect no noise on the other side of this hatch.”

Fives hesitated briefly, then took a breath, handing off his stolen blaster to Sevenset so he could hop down to open the hatch. He twisted the yellow wheel slowly, trying to minimize the noise. When it was finally open, he let it down as slowly as he could, and Sevenset reached out to grab the back of his utility belt to steady him as he leaned down.

“All clear,” he reported. He sat back up, then lowered himself down.

AZ followed him, and Sevenset tossed down the blaster so he could have his hands free to follow them. AZ let them into one of the medical examination rooms. It all went so smoothly, Sevenset found himself momentarily baffled. Wouldn’t the Kamino Guard have troopers posted at every emergency tunnel entrance in the whole medical wing? Weird.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” Fives said, removing his helmet and setting both it and his blaster on a tray beside the bed. Bed was a generous term. Table was better. He lifted himself onto it.

“And you’re sure this is the thing to do?” he asked again. He already knew the answer, he just couldn’t help it.

“It’s just gonna be a scan and maybe some surgery.”

“Yeah, it’s the maybe I’m worried about, Fives,” he said, watching AZ pull up the scanning machine and begin to program it.

“Knowing what I know now about these chips,” the droid said, poking buttons on the touchscreen, “I do not need to scan at the atomic level. Due to the inorganic compounds present in these chips, a molecular examination should suffice.”

“Is that good?” Sevenset asked as Fives lay down.

“A molecular scan does not put as much strain on the subject.”

He nodded vaguely. So it was good.

AZ brought the ring-shaped scanner around to position it around Fives’ head. “Please remain still and do not speak during the examination,” he said, sounding routine. “Close your eyes and keep them closed until told to open them.”

Fives did as instructed, and Sevenset stood at the foot of the table to watch. AZ tapped a button to begin the examination, and the ring-shaped machine whirred into action, a slow green-ish blue light beginning to travel around the inner circumference.

The exam was probably pretty short, considering the number of actions AZ completed during the time, but the seconds felt like they were moving like drying mud to Sevenset. The droid hovered next to a screen on the side of the room, where a diagram or image of Fives’ brain was slowly developing. After what was probably a minute or so, a red dot appeared on the screen.

AZ hummed a short note of… what, surprise? Acknowledgement? Droids… so hard to parse. Then he flew back over to the scanning device and tapped a few buttons to power it down. When the interior light had fully faded out, he moved the device away.

“You may open your eyes,” he said cheerfully.

Fives blinked his eyes open slowly, looking groggy all of a sudden. Sevenset moved to his side.

“You alright, mate?” he asked, holding out a hand.

“Bit of a headache,” Fives admitted. “But it’s fading.” He took his hand and hauled himself up into a sitting position. Sevenset eyed him carefully. “What’s the word, AZ?”

“By ‘the word,’ I assume you mean the results of the scan?”

“Yes.”

“They are identical to clone Tup,” the droid chirped, moving to the side so Fives and Sevenset could see the screen. “The same tumor appears in the same location in your brain.”

“Sithspit,” Fives hissed, rubbing his head. “Can you take it out?”

“Of course.”

“Then do it,” he said, resuming his previous position on the table.

As AZ began preparing, Sevenset’s comm went off, so he stepped away to answer it. It was Trainer Tumun.

“I have Tup secure,” she reported. “Someone is in transit to collect him and get him to safety.”

He looked up to Fives, who had turned his head to listen. “Hear that?”

Fives nodded, a brief wave of relief washing over his features before he settled back to let AZ begin.

Sevenset turned away. He was fine with blood, but he had no desire to see the inside of Fives’ skull. “Thank you, ma’am. We know the one-eighteenth can be trusted with this.”

There was a pause, since Tumun hadn’t known of their affiliations with Nero’s battalion. But, time was waning, and she must have thought better than to waste any by starting down that winding path. “If I can, I’ll let you know when they have him secure.”

“Much appreciated, ma’am.”

“Hopefully, the ruckus I caused can help you and Fives get the information you need.”

He nodded. “Absolutely. We’re working on it.”

“I wish you the best. Good hunting, ARCs.”

The comm disconnected. He could still hear AZ working, so he kept his attention firmly on the set of window controls below the oval window separating this room from the next. Currently, it was opaque, but the buttons underneath could turn it transparent or translucent if so desired. He was impressed by his own ability to not mess with them.

Mainly because his mind was too busy reeling over the information he’d learned in such a short time.

Somehow, both Fives and Tup had little semi-organic chips in their brains that had been implanted by… someone, who knew whom that had been, and that was uncomfortable enough. But Tup’s had looked… sick. He’d lost his mind, almost as literally as a sentient being could, and that alone sent chills down his spine. If more clones had these chips… then way more of them than just Tup were capable of outright murdering Jedi.

Or anyone.

“The operation is complete.”

He jolted. How much time had passed? He hadn’t checked the time before. Shit. How long had they stayed in one place? That was dangerous. Fives was waking up. AZ held a second glass compartment, examining the contents.

“Well?” he asked, walking over to put hands on Fives to remind himself he was okay.

“This is new,” AZ said. “The chip removed from clone trooper Tup was severely degraded in function and structure, but this one is entirely healthy.”

Fives groaned quietly, his hand rising to his head, only to bump into the metal device still implanted there. His hair had been shorn around it, making for a rather unsightly haircut. Maybe he could pass it off as a fade if he shaved the other side to match?

“Okay, so… Tup was an accident?” he said. “He didn’t mean it. He was sick.”

“That is the most likely scenario,” AZ replied, his body rotating around so he could place Fives’ chip in his storage compartment with Tup’s.

“What are the chances this thing’s in my head too?” Sevenset dared to ask.

“Given you are from the same generation of clones,” the droid said, tapping his fingers together with something resembling nervousness, “the chances are not exactly… low.”

He’d already suspected as much. Judging by the look on Fives’ face, he felt the same. Nice of him to not share it until Sevenset was ready. Alright, well, if he was ever going to have brain surgery, having it on his own terms seemed like a great time for it.

Holding out a hand to Fives again, he helped him off the table, giving a look that asked if he was alright, and receiving a nod in return. “Might as well mark brain surgery off my bucket list,” he said, hoisting himself onto the table.

“You haven’t been scanned,” Fives said, gesturing to the machine. “You don’t know if you even have this thing.”

Sevenset rolled his eyes, desperate to cover up the anxiety rising in his system. “Yeah, I think we all kinda know it’s gonna be there. Better to just save myself the headache, right? We’ve been here too long as it is.”

Fives couldn’t argue with the last point. The longer they stayed in one place, the more likely it was someone would find them. They needed to move, and if this got it done faster, then so be it. His friend looked a little helpless for a split second before nodding and stepping back.

“Are you sure?” AZ asked. “Without a scan, I will have to estimate where the cells are located—”

“And you’re a smart droid,” Sevenset cut in, lying back on the table. “You’ll do fine. It’s probably exactly where Fives’ was. We are clones, after all, right?”

After a second or two of processing, the droid nodded. “Very well.” He flew over to a barely visible cabinet underneath the display screens at the back wall, and retrieved what supplies he would need. Normally, they would have been laid out, but he’d used them on Fives already. He held up a large syringe which Sevenset was not thrilled about. “This will not hurt—”

“Yes, it will,” Fives cut him off.

“It will only hurt a bit,” the droid corrected, and Sevenset braced himself.

It did hurt. Quite a bit, actually, like injecting fire under the skin of his neck. But, after only a few seconds, the pain had faded, and the rest of the world faded out as well.

-scene break-

He woke up to his comm blinking at him, telling him a new message had arrived. As he had suspected, AZ held a sample identical to the one that had come out of Fives' head. Holy Force. Once AZ gave him the all-clear, he opened his comm, scanning it quickly as he and Fives readied themselves for whatever came next. There wasn't time to process what had just happened.

“Where are we going next?” he asked,his eyes fixed on the thing AZ had taken out of his head. Gross. It made his skin crawl like an itchy sweater he couldn’t take off.

“The incubation rooms,” AZ answered, flying over to the door. “We must find out how many clones have these implanted chips, and when they are implanted into your cell structure.”

Sevenset nodded. “Alright. Let’s visit some tubies.” He paused to open his comm. “Uh… I take it we’re keeping our activities unknown to your batcher?” he asked.

“Please,” Fives said, looking terribly guilty.

He started typing a reply as they hurried out of the room.

CrispyDomino: Rex says he’s on his way back, how’s Fives?

RedBoiiiii: peachy!

CrispyDomino: oh good

CrispyDomino: do you know how Tup’s doing?

RedBoiiiii: uhh more tests?

d0nut man: aw that’s too bad :(

d0nut man: might it have anything to do with the 118th’s unplanned visit to Kamino right now?

CrispyDomino: What.

RedBoiiii: I’m sure it’s nothing Zero

Double Trouble: guys he just used capitalization correctly…

RedBoiiii: dosido i do no t need this right now

DEATH: And where is Fives in this conversation?

RedBoiiiii: he doesnt have his comm

RedBoiiiii: they had to clear him had to get his kit off

CrispyDomino: Do you know he’s okay?

RedBoiiiii: like i said, peachy

d0nut man: uh yeah, i wasn’t joking about an unplanned stop in the Kamino system.

d0nut man: what are we doing here

DEATH: I have a terrible feeling about this

DressedtotheNines: Please don’t say that, every time Kenobi says that, bad stuff happens

Leafs: Wait, Echo left Sevenset in charge of Fives?

CrispyDomino: Yes

Loopy: wait why

CrispyDomino: Bc I assume he got to ARC trooper SOMEHOW

RedBoiiiii: look hes’ fine!!! I’m still with him!!

DEATH: Nero’s hiding something. The 118th is definitely going to Kamino for crimes.

CrispyDomino: CRIMES???

d0nut man: oooohh yay I hope it’s kidnapping :)

d0nut man: that’s my favorite crime

d0nut man: been in a high crimes and misdemeanors kinda mood lately

Leafs: I have so many questions I do not want answers for.

CrispyDomino: Okay okay, since I’m about to go into another firefight

CrispyDomino: I am choosing to believe the crimes and my batcher are unrelated.

RedBoiiiii: good choice

Double Trouble: they are so related

Loopy: yeah, definitely

Submarine: Hey… probably a bad time to ask, but is anyone else going on leave soon?

d0nut man: well we were suPPOSED TO

Loopy: not official leave, just stopping by 000 for a restock n stuff, but yeah

Leafs: I do have leave soon, yes

DressedtotheNines: Yeah, we’re here already, set for a couple weeks

DEATH: Get some noodles. I’m sure Mira and Saleha will be overjoyed to see you.

RedBoiiiii: aw that’s actually sweet!

DEATH: They haven’t met you yet, don’t get your hopes up.

RedBoiiiii: :/

RedBoiiiii: Hey sir

RedBoiiiii: Is it true you and cmdr bacara invented Knife Monopoly when drunk the first time?

Double Trouble: THEY DID WHAT NOW???

Submarine: Oh is that why so many Novas play that game?

Leafs: Wait it’s an actual game?? With knives??

Loopy: it better have knives, i’ll be disappointed if it doesn’t

CrispyDomino: Sevenset you are supposed to be watching my brother

CrispyDomino: not tempting Death himself

DressedtotheNines: I … I’m not sure what to think

d0nut man: I think Seven’s about to vanish under mysterious circumstances

Submarine: Yes, it does involve knives. I’ve never played though.

DEATH: Echo, I have it on good authority that the kid you sent to Kamino is in good hands

CrispyDomino: WHOSE AUTHORITY

DEATH: My old trainer

RedBoiiiii: she didn’t mention anything else…?

DEATH: She told me everything.

DEATH: But for now, all these laser brains need to know is it is being handled.

CrispyDomino: There’s an EVERYTHING???

RedBoiiiii: an Everything that is fine, yes!

-scene break-

All of them.

Every single clone.

Sevenset looked from the glowing green lights on the display screen to the tower of growth tubes before them.

All of them had these things in their heads, waiting for activation. Activation for what? AZ hadn’t been able to figure out what these bioengineered things could be used for. The only data point they had was Tup, and he had been whisked off somewhere by Trainer Tumun. Hopefully.

“So that means…” Fives said, pulling off his helmet, “we’re all part of this. Whatever reason these things exist, it… it affects all of us.”

“It would appear so, yes.” Even AZ looked as surprised as he could.

The sudden sound of a door hissing as it slid open made them all spin around, Fives automatically raising his blaster.

Kark.

It was Nala Se, one of the head doctors on Kamino, and a distinctly unpleasant person. She approached with raised hands.

“Stay where you are,” Fives told her sharply. Sevenset wanted to edge closer to him, just in case he did something really stupid, but he didn’t move.

“Why are you doing this?” the doctor asked.

“Take a guess,” he shot back before Fives could. “You thought you could cover up putting bioengineered hardware into our brains, and no one would notice? No one would get curious?”

The doctor ignored or otherwise dismissed the blatant threat Fives posed, and continued to approach them with her hands visible. “Curious about what?” she asked peaceably.

Sevenset moved to the side, revealing the display screen and gesturing at it. “This?” he demanded. Fives flanked the doctor and corralled her towards the screen. “What is it?”

“That is a structural inhibitor chip,” she explained, her voice never changing. It always freaked him out that Kaminoans had little to no inflection. Like somehow, their scientific findings had placed them above emotions. “It is supposed to prevent you from being aggressive,” she went on, looking over her shoulder at Fives, who still had a blaster on her. “Like your source, Jango Fett.”

Sevenset laughed. Dry and cynical. “Less aggressive?” he said. “I’m sorry, have you met some of the Alphas? And who thinks of putting an inhibitor on aggression in soldiers, eh?”

“Jedi Master Sypho Dias instructed us to introduce these structures during the growth cycle,” Nala Se replied evenly.

Fives blinked, casting a glance at Sevenset. “The Jedi did this?”

“No way.” Sevenset shook his head. “If the Jedi wanted this done—if they were the ones to blueprint this thing—then why did General Ti have no idea about it? She’s been here for ages.”

Nala Se’s enormous eyes narrowed. “I do not pretend to know the workings of the Jedi.”

“The Jedi wouldn’t do this,” he repeated, pointing to the tower of tubies next to them.

“It is not uncommon to put inhibitors in clones.”

AZ had spun his body around and dug out Tup’s chip. “I have analyzed clone Tup’s inhibitor chip. Apparently, it has failed.”

“Until this point,” Nala Se said, glaring at Fives, “there has never been a problem.”

“Well, I specialize in making my own problems,” Sevenset told her, taking a step toward her.

“And you’ve got a big one right now,” Fives growled, nudging the nose of his blaster into the small of the doctor’s back for emphasis.

Sevenset saw the door open this time, allowing General Ti and a few Kamino Guards into the room. Fives darted around Nala Se, keeping her between them and the new threats.

“Don’t move!” one of the guards ordered as they ran.

They came to a stop upon realizing the doctor was between them and their targets. General Ti ignited her lightsaber. “Drop your weapon,” she demanded.

“Did you know about this?” Fives replied, jerking his head to indicate the display screen. “The inhibitor chips the Jedi ordered them to put in our brains?”

She surveyed them, calculating. “I have no recollection of any one of my Order informing me of such things. Do you have evidence?”

AZ whirred forward, still holding Tup’s chip. “Right here,” he said. “This is the chip taken from clone trooper Tup. As you can see, it appears blackened and rotten. This sickness caused the malfunction.”

“But what caused the sickness?” the Jedi wanted to know.

“We don’t know,” Sevenset admitted.

“It doesn’t matter!” Fives argued. “What matters is it happened. And it could happen again. More clones could turn against their Jedi, or their brothers. The entire Republic Army could be compromised if someone figured out a way to activate these chips on purpose!”

That was something Sevenset had not considered yet. It hadn’t occurred to him that these chips might have a purpose outside of… well, they didn’t know yet. What if there was a manual activation? Or a secret code?

“There is no proof of any of this!” Nala Se interjected, finally showing some of the frustration she must have been feeling for a while. “This is an isolated incident. Besides, when you removed Tup’s chip, his health deteriorated immensely.”

Rude.

“We’re fine, aren’t we?” Fives said, raising an eyebrow at her.

“What does that matter?”

“We removed our chips as well,” Sevenset said, pointing to the bandage over the incision on his skull.

AZ held up the chips. “Here they are, very healthy.”

“Then you are both threats and should be considered dangerous,” Nala Se said sharply. “Master Jedi, they should be terminated immediately.”

“I am not a piece of kriffing hardware!” Fives exclaimed, and Sevenset had to agree with him on his anger.

“We’re ARC troopers,” he added. “We’ve laid our lives on the line for the Republic countless times, and you want to terminate us because we found out about your chips?”

“Because you have removed your chips,” Nala Se hissed at him. “And technically, you are both property of the Kaminoan government.”

Sevenset blinked, honestly shocked. He knew the Kaminoans weren’t to be trusted, nor did they place any real value in a trooper’s life, but to hear it like that? To actually be labeled property? He’d have gotten no better on Nal Hutta. Or Zyggeria! Were these chips… they couldn’t be slave chips, could they?

“Correction.” General Ti’s strong voice cut through his spiraling thoughts. She extinguished her blade and lowered the hilt to her side. “Technically, they are ‘property’ of the Republic.”

“They are a danger to themselves and to others,” Nala Se argued, her small head swaying on her long neck as she struggled to remain civilized. “They must be terminated.”

“Oh, for Maker’s sake,” Sevenset spat. “Just say killed. It’s what you mean, right? You wanna kill us? Don’t hide behind words as long as your neck.”

“I believe,” said General Ti, cutting off the doctor’s reply, “their fates are for me to decide.” She lifted her chin. “Fives, you are coming with me to Coruscant. Sevenset will accompany him. You will tell your story to the Chancellor.”

The Chancellor? He was going to see the Chancellor himself? Not an aide, not Mas Amedda, but the actual, real-live Chancellor, who got his robe unravelled by Commander Thire that one time?

Nala Se finally moved, harshly pushing away the blaster Fives had been holding half-heartedly at her chest. “Master Jedi—”

“Sounds great, when do we leave?” Sevenset interrupted, hurrying to get ahead of her.

He could feel Nala Se’s enormous grey eyes boring into the back of his head.

“The chancellor wanted all the data on Tup, correct?” General Ti continued, a confident light in her eyes as she typed something into her comm unit. “We’re sending the data, Tup’s tumor, and the two other samples, and Fives and Sevenset will go with them.”

The Kaminoan doctor drew herself up to her full, impressive height. “Then I am going with them.”

Oh, please no. Sevenset had exactly zero desire to spend several hours in hyperspace with her anywhere near him. He saw Fives felt similarly, and he turned his gaze to the general, hoping to communicate just how much he didn’t want this to happen.

But her hands must have been tied. She narrowed her eyes slightly, but agreed. “As you wish, Doctor.”

The door opened yet again, admitting a small team of Kamino Guards bearing two stretchers between them. Sevenset watched Fives sit down on one before doing the same on the other.

“Thank you, General,” Fives said as the Jedi began to turn away. “For believing us.”

“It’s not a matter of belief, Fives,” she told him, her face impassible. “It is simply the right thing to do.”

…Jedi.

In watching her leave, Sevenset was caught off guard by one of the guards approaching him with a syringe in his hand. He instantly shied away from it, holding a hand up. “Whoa, hold on. What is that?” He looked over to Fives, seeing him rub his neck as another guard walked away from him.

“A weak sedative.”

“I don’t want a sedative,” he said. “I don’t care if it’s weaker than a day-old porg.”

“It’s preventative.”

“Against?” he asked, a little flummoxed. “What, you think I’m gonna jump up and escape? Escape where?”

“It’s not my call,” the guard replied, sounding a little apologetic.

He glanced up at Nala Se, whose back was to him as she followed the general out of the room. Probably standard procedure. Probably. He still didn’t want it.

“Don’t give it to me, or I will jump up and do something about it,” he said, then lay back on the stretcher. “Now get going.”

The guard looked confused, standing there without purpose. But eventually, the guard manning the stretcher just shook his head and turned him toward the doors. Good. His method of wasting people’s time until they gave him what he wanted was still effective. Now… on to Coruscant.

What will happen on Coruscant?? What will the chancellor do?? Will Nala Se finally hit her head on a doorframe?? All that and MORE next month ;) Unless I can't help myself and I post it for the Number Lads 1 year anniversary this month In addition: Maral Tumun is another OC by my friend 23-bears and me. I drew her during OC-tober last year, here.

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