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Helloo, idk if you're still taking prompts for that sentence starter but 9 - "“It will be easier, if you just talk to me" with Chord? Thank you <3

“It will be easier, if you just talk to me" Always accepting the prompts! Thanks Terra! This one was fun to do :) Sorry not sorry

Angst Prompt Asks - still accepting!

There was that odd clone again, Thire noted. They seemed to continue the same path, walking along towards the Medbay when no one was inside before leaving. Funny as Thire noted that there wouldn’t be a patrol in that area as the Medics would keep control of the situation he hoped.

Then the Commanders noted that equipment and resources had been vanishing along with their mystery clone.

All they knew was they approached at random, inconsistently and almost avoided any contact. A simple shock trooper and when questioning the other medics and clones, there were no answers.

Expect, this time… Thire had caught sight of them and their escape. He sent a quick comm towards Fox before following behind the clone as they slowly walked out of the barracks and into the waiting crowd. Trailing the trooper, he could tell how their shoulder slumped, almost relaxing the further away they got before they picked up speed. Thire scowled behind his visor but noted how they swerved and shifted the crowd as they headed further down into the planet and its core.

Something sat in his gut, this Clone had been doing this for a while; though it had been only recently they caught onto how this shiny seemed to avoid everyone. Refusing to life their bucket in the presence of others, as if they wanted to hide within the crowd of clones and avoid being seen. Thire continued on, noting how the bucket had been removed from the clone; but like his thoughts suggested, there was nothing to separate him from a new shiny.

Thire paused when he heard footsteps behind him, hands immediately going to his blaster and froze when another shiny halted in their steps.

“Sir?” They commented confused. “S-Sorry are you in pursuit?”

He knew this clone… Beat. She had come in with a new batch for the Guardsmen. Granted they were missing one clone, but Beat had come forward to admit that the clone that was meant to be with their group had an accident during training. Thire had been sympathetic to her, though she mostly kept to herself other than her duty. Something else still seemed off with her and despite the efforts Beat was quiet.

Though as it turned out, within the months they had gained her; she was shipping out again to join the 104th due to a incident which had wiped out almost the whole battalion other than three clones and their general. Thire stopped lingering in his past before looking down.

“Yes. I think I found our scavenger.”

“Do you need assistance, Sir?” Beat responded, straightening up as she glanced around. “Who are we looking for?”

“A Clone.”

Beat showed no hesitation while stepping forward.

“Allow me to help sir. Clone or no Clone… They’re breaking the rules and stealing from those who need it.” She had gripped her blaster tightly; Thire saying nothing before turning around and signaling for the two to press on into the city.

The ‘chase’, albeit slow paced, continued down and down further into the layers of Coruscant’s heart. Their suspect kept in sight though the smoke and dust slowly became a problem seeing as Beat was coughing and wincing behind her bucket. Thire looked back over his shoulder to check her and confirm if she was still happy to continue whereas Beat instead saw something approaching in the fog.

“Lieutenant!” She called out however as Thire sharply turned and fired a stun bolt right into the hood of a Speeder which collided with the two. Thire wrapped his arms around Beat in an effort to protect her from the worse of the damagers despite recovering from his own arm injuries and was out for the count due to how he had slammed his head on the ferrocrete floor. Beat was pinned as she winced, as she saw a boot in her vision as she flicked her head up quickly to see the barrel of a blaster, and then- nothing.

Beat slowly came to, though she could feel a slight breeze in her curls meaning her bucket was off. She could feel pressure behind her, likely meaning Thire was behind her. No attempts she made awoke the knocked out lieutenant though she could see bandages and bacta on both their persons. So this person had medical training in the least… though a Clone… She froze when she glanced down and noted the cables and how they were tied.

Clove’s Hitch…

She knew one brother who was fond of that knot Ald had shown their batch during their training… But…

Her head shot up when she heard stolen footsteps heading their direction, though it did seem like this place was used… temporary likely.

Then she froze when she spotted the clone suspect, staring at her with almost a saddened look.

“Chord…” She whispered. “A…Ald said-“

“Seems like I could trust him… He kept my secret safe.” He huffed as he grabbed a crate and sat down.

“You’re the thief.” Beat continued in disbelief. Chord rested his hands on his knees.

“I needed it. Not like we earn anything doing what those Long Necks wanted for us.” The medic responded as he looked over. “Bacta’s healing you nicely… though that Lieutenant is going to have marks… especially on resetting that arm of his.”

Beat only stared in stunned horror.

“What happened. Why are you on record as Dead. Where’s Rhythm?” Beat barked as Chord watched her face. “What about what we trained to do?”

“You mean die for people who never cared?” Chord sighed and leaned back. “All we have is ourselves. They were going to kill Rhythm anyway, what use is a out cold clone other than perfect for a science experiment.” His gaze shifted to the side as Beat followed and the cold gasp that whistled from her lungs as Rhythm laid asleep, IV lines and breathing mask set carefully.

“Still hasn’t woken up… and this is Rhythm we’re talking about… Always on his feet.” Chord’s voice broke slightly when watching his twin. “That’s why I offed the Kaminoans who wanted to recondition him… I couldn’t. It was my fault… He shoved me.” Chord grew almost angrier at himself as he got to his feet.

“I wouldn’t let them touch our Batchmate… I edited my records and destroyed the lab, covering my tracks the best I could… and then took Rhythm with me along, though he’d kill me if he knew I shoved him into a crate to get him here.” Chord mumbled as he looked over at his sleeping brother. “But we can help…” Beat responded. “The Coruscant Guard… they can protect you and Rhythm... Thire, if he was awake, he’d tell you there’s no one more loyal than those trapped on Coruscant.”

“…Yet can they? Or will one of them eventually break and follow protocol and give Rhythm up? And you know my confession now.” Chord glared, moving over.

“Yet you say Loyal and your flimsy has changed… Joining the 104th. Leaving them behind too.”

Beat fell silent but glanced up. “So you’ve been checking up anyway on us.”

“…I love my Batchmates… But Rhythm needs me more than anything else at the moment. I promised him.”

“A sleeping man can’t tell that!”

Chord slumped his shoulders and looked back and Beat already knew that Chord was set on his path. Chord took a deep breath as a Twi’lek walked in, glancing over to the two Clones tied together.

“Well they can’t know about this.” He shrugged as Chord nodded, moving over to a cupboard and pulling it open and pulling out two stims from what Beat could tell.

“We’re almost ready to move, Yunn.” Chord hummed to his companion. “Please can you move Rhythm to be ready for transport?”

“Sure thing, as long as we can keep the club intact.” Yunn grumbled before moving towards the sleeping clone, gently pulling the hoverbed along as Beat struggled in her bindings.

“Chord!” “Don’t worry, Beat… I’ll let the Guard know… None of the clones are my targets. Only those who made us and bought us, they’re the ones who don’t care… and maybe I’ll be able to free Rhythm and wake him up with enough medical applications or even something else.” He approached Beat and Thire, crouching down before gently stabbing the stim into Thire’s neck.

“Just a little something from Ald… a memory fogger if you will. Can't you know Beat… As much as it kills me.”

“Chord… It will be easier, if you just talk to me… don’t do this…” Beat pleaded. “What about Tacet and Pitch…?”

Chord leaned into Beat, the older clone gently lifting her bound wrists to brush Chord’s cheek which was slowly getting wet with the stray tears that fell. Chord leaned his forehead to hers, closing his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Sister.”

Beat felt a jab in her neck as she stared into Chord’s eyes as he stepped back, releasing her body glove’s collar after applying the stim. Chord moved to say something before hesitating as Beat slowly slumped in her spot, head dropped forward as her eyes flickered shut.

Yunn returned, glancing at the crouched clone and put a hand on his shoulder.

“One day. They’ll understand.”

“…I hope so.” Chord sighed, looking through his pockets for his pack of cigarettes. He needed a smoke after this. He looked over Beat’s helmet before sending off a beacon, returning her signal after taking it from her.

They weren’t too far from an outpost of the Guard’s… But…

Even if this did leave a sour taste in his mouth, his hands were bloodied and were only going to get bloodier.

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