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Wraith sighed.

“I am not your enemy,” he said, leaning forward. “I want your squad to continue operating. But to do that I need cooperation, which means you need to tell me that you resent your captain for never being at his post, or about personality conflicts between your people, or about the times maybe somebody let a local in when they weren’t supposed to be here. That’s the nature of Intelligence. We have to know everything, draw the whole truth out, and then we can start to piece together what’s important.”

“You’re so sure you’re asking the right questions?”

“I ask every question,” Wraith said. He wasn’t going to get further by pushing, so he sat back. “I’d like to interview your squad. See what they might have noticed.”

“They’ve told me everything,” Quaver said.

“Everything they could think to tell you,” Wraith agreed. “Set up the interviews, sergeant?”

The first clone on the list was Widow, the bald one who clearly resented Wraith.

“If I was going to fuck with anything here, it wouldn’t be my own base, and it wouldn’t be a bomb,” they said.

“You aren’t a suspect,” Wraith said.

“Obviously,” Widow replied. Wraith blinked, trying to figure out what that meant.

“Did you notice anything the day the bomb was found –“

“I noticed Todd trying to get hold of more bandages before Fever found out he didn’t order enough last time he was in charge of the medbay supplies,” Widow said. “So did Fever. We were a little more preoccupied with that at the time.”

---

“Todd threw the box out the window,” Fever said. She took her hair out of its messy bun, shook her head, and started to tie it back up again. Wraith pulled his eyes away from the tattoo on her cheek – it looked like she’d just asked someone to squiggle a tattoo needle around on her face until she got tired of it – and waited for her to elaborate. “It hit Rattler on the head.”

“Did you notice anything that day that wasn’t bandage related?”

“Yeah,” Fever said. “The cut I had to patch up in Hardy’s arm, because I had no bandages.”

---

“And… Hardy was injured that day, in a way that could have benefited from the one thing you didn’t have.”

“Oh, that’s normal with Hardy,” Widow said, clearly enjoying themself. “She convinced Rattler to get her in touch with his batchmate Slayer over in Ty’s squad, and Slayer’s been showing her a few things. They’re a little more enthusiastic than they are coordinated, but I like the kid’s initiative. Never hurts to know your way around a vibroblade.”

Something in Widow’s smile made Wraith surreptitiously check for the vibroblade he kept hidden up his own sleeve.

---

“That’s old news, Slayer training Hardy,” Rattler said. “I offered to help, because I made Slayer teach me a few things back on Kamino, but apparently I’m ‘accident-prone’ when it comes to sharp objects.”

“You wouldn’t describe yourself that way?”

“No!” Rattler said. “I was fine with hand-to-hand. It’s just the time I tried to cook for everyone that I nearly cut off my finger. Now Fever doesn’t let me near anything sharper than a pen.”

---

“I think Fever made a good call there,” said the clone with their hair dyed in a rainbow. “Rattler’s knitting is bad enough, but at least he’s never stabbed himself with the needles.”

“Are you… Todd?” Wraith asked, checking his increasingly disorganized notes.

“No, I’m Festival,” they said. “Rattler said you talked to him and Fever about Slayer, and we all came up together on Kamino, so I figured –“

“Is this the wrong room?” Another clone was at the door, this one looking perfectly bland and normal like they’d just stepped off Kamino. “I can come back later –“

“Please tell me you’re Todd,” Wraith said.

“That’s me,” he said with a little wave. “Should I wait for you to be done with Festival, or –“

“No, Festival can leave,” Wraith said. “Now.”

“He’s asking about Rattler’s cooking skills,” Festival told Todd on their way out.

“Oh! I thought this was about the bomb we found,” Todd said as he sat. “You know, Rattler’s a great cook, he just has a bad habit of sending things flying when he tries to chop the vegetables.”

“I cannot stress,” Wraith said carefully. “How much I do not care about Rattler’s cooking ability.”

Todd blinked, looking hurt.

“You would if you’d ever tasted his omelets,” he muttered.

---

“What happened around the time Todd hit you in the head with the box?” Wraith asked.

“That was Todd?” Rattler said. “Did Fever know about this?”

Wraith spared two seconds to consider his options.

“No,” he said.

---

“You’ve only got the numbers in your file, haven’t you?” Widow sneered. They leaned across the table to see, and Wraith flipped his datapad. He’d been taking notes on names and pronouns as they came up.

“That’s how official GAR files work,” he said. “It’s not my fault.”

“Sure,” Widow said. “So you don’t need my help matching numbers to names.”

“I can figure it out just fine,” Wraith said. By his count, he’d spoken to half the squad so far: both medics, Todd and Fever; Widow, of course; Festival, the mechanic; and Rattler. That left Hardy, with her mysterious injury; Tibanna, who’d actually disposed of the bomb; one clone whose name he hadn’t caught yet; and the one who’d found the thing in the first place, Inferno. He wasn’t sure which number was Inferno’s, but he wasn’t about to admit that to Widow.

Anyway, he really did want to speak to everyone.

“Good luck,” Widow advised. Judging by their smirk, they didn’t mean it.

“You think I’ll have a problem with one of your squadmates?” Wraith asked, eager to turn it around on them. Widow wiggled their eyebrows tauntingly.

“I think they’ll have a problem with you,” they said. “Especially Hardy. They don’t like fools. And if you make Linsey cry we’re all coming after you.”

---

“Uh,” said the clone at the door. “Are you Sergeant Wraith?”

“I am,” he said. “I’ve only got your number. What’s your name?”

He suspected that a clone who tattooed his forehead with a pale blue flower probably wouldn’t go for a name like Inferno, but then it never paid to make assumptions.

“I’m Linsey,” they said. “I was doing inventory in the armory all that day, so I don’t know if I can help.”

“You were close to the bomb’s location, then,” Wraith said. Linsey shrugged.

“I didn’t hear about it until after Tibanna took care of it. I get focused.”

There was a slight tremor in their voice.

“Is everything all right?” Wraith asked.

“Fine,” Linsey said defensively. “I just didn’t expect to be interrogated.”

“It’s only an interview,” Wraith said soothingly. “Did you know about Todd and the bandages?”

Linsey frowned.

“What happened with Todd? I know Hardy got hurt, because they were playing with a vibroblade again – a very standard-issue vibroblade, sir, I promise – but is Todd ok?”

“Is there concern about some of you getting hold of weapons that aren’t standard-issue?” Wraith asked. Linsey visibly gulped.

“No?”

“Does Hardy have an illegal weapon?” Wraith asked.

Linsey opened their mouth, then closed it.

“Is Todd ok?” they asked again.

---

“You have any weapons other than the blasters assigned to you, Hardy?” Wraith asked.

“I wouldn’t tell you if I did, because I’m not stupid,” Hardy said. They were slouching, letting their curls fall over their eyes. Wraith gritted his teeth and folded his hands together, trying to look as professional and authoritative as possible. He could pick his battles. He could. The vibroblade probably wasn’t important, and the last thing he wanted was to write up a clone for an innocent breach. Not when there was a bomber in play.

He’d come back to it.

“Tell me how you got hurt that day,” Wraith said.

“Rattler said you already talked about it,” Hardy said.

“I’d like to hear it from you, Hardy.”

“We both know you’re only using my name to make me feel like you’re nice,” Hardy said. “It’s not going to work.”

“It wouldn’t have to if you would answer my question,” Wraith said, annoyance getting the better of him. Every single one of these interviews had gone on for far longer than he’d wanted, and with nothing to show for them.

“Yes, sir,” Hardy said. “I was on a holocall with Slayer, who was showing me a few tricks. Todd came racing through like Fever was after him, surprised me, and my hand slipped.”

“You know why he ran through?”

Hardy shrugged.

“I heard he fucked up the supply orders. We ended up ripping the sleeve off one of my bodysuits. It looks better that way.”

---

“Hardy wanted me to bind the cut with her sleeve, because she thought she’d look cooler with only one sleeve,” Fever said. “They’re a good kid, but stupid. I mean, we wear armour! It’d just chafe, and nobody would see!”

“What did you use?” Wraith asked, hoping Fever could provide him with something useful. So far she’d been more helpful than Widow, anyway.

“I’d just sterilized one of the medbay blankets,” Fever sighed. “Todd owes me a new one.”

“You’re making him order one with GAR resources? Can’t you sterilize this one?”

“I will,” Fever said. “But Todd’s gotta pay somehow.”

---

“Fever said you owed her a new blanket,” Wraith said.

“And two drinks at the cantina,” Todd sighed. “And lunch, for that time with the baby rancor.”

“A lot of IOUs to put on the GAR’s bills,” Wraith said. “Isn’t there a limit on frivolous spending out here? We have one on Coruscant.”

“Oh – yeah,” Todd said. “We have that. We make it work, though.”

“You better,” said Fever from behind Wraith. He jumped.

“That door was locked!” he exclaimed. Fever raised an eyebrow at him, then looked at Todd.

“Next month’s supply list,” she said, tossing a datapad at him. “Don’t fuck this one up.”

“You can’t just – this is a private interview!” Wraith sputtered. Fever waved over her shoulder and locked the door behind her.

“She does that,” Todd said. “I always said she should have been Intelligence.”

---

“It’s not that anyone here is mean, you know?” Linsey said earnestly. “I mean, Widow, obviously. And Hardy makes a sport of it. But they care. It’s just not the same as the batch you grow up with! I mean, Menagerie’s got his issues, and we had a brother who always tried to pick a fight, but at least they didn’t show up out of nowhere like ghosts! Or Todd – Todd’s great. But when you have a conversation with him, after three minutes it’s just back to this one comedy holo he likes. Or how much he wants to learn to fish. The only fish on the planet eat people. Where did he even come up with that?”

“And all this is what you were preoccupied with while you were doing inventory?” Wraith asked. His cheek was aching where it was smushed against his hand. He tipped his head the other way and propped himself up with the other hand.

“I mean,” Linsey said. “I got a message from one of my batchmates recently, so I was thinking about how different everything was from those days. So yes?”

He sucked in a nervous breath.

“Please don’t tell anyone I said any of that,” he said. “I don’t want them to think I don’t like them.”

Wraith’s chin slipped from his hand, and he jolted upright.

“You’re dismissed,” he said quickly before Linsey could realise he’d been drowsing. Linsey nodded and stood quickly. He stopped in the doorway, and Wraith barely held back a groan.

“It’s just Inferno and Tibanna left, right?” he asked. “Do you want me to grab one of them?”

Inferno and Tibanna. The two with the most to offer, if Wraith could just get them to say anything useful.

“Surprise me,” he said.

---

CT-73-998 had dyed their hair blonde at some point, though now their dark roots were clearly winning the battle. They peered nervously into the room. Wraith coughed to draw their attention.

“Sorry, sir!” they said. “I’m Inferno. I just – uh, there was a spider in that corner the other day. Did you get that when you set up in here?”

“Yes,” Wraith lied. “Please sit down. You’re the one who found the bomb?”

Inferno nodded.

“It just looked like a normal crate,” he said. “Not that the crates we usually get have timelocks, but sometimes they leave special shipments here that we aren’t meant to touch.”

Wraith lifted his head from his notes, studying Inferno carefully. He looked earnest and eager-to-please, though he was still casting nervous glances around the room as if checking for more spiders.

“Who’s they?”

“The GAR,” Inferno said. “Whoever passes through, really.”

A lot more people than just the GAR passed through the Shag Pabol hyperlane. Wraith considered his next question carefully. Whatever was going on here, he doubted Inferno knew – but if he was a good liar, Wraith didn’t want to find out the hard way.

“Do you often go into the storage closets?” Wraith asked instead. “Seems like there might be plenty of spiders in them.”

“I don’t have a problem with spiders,” Inferno said immediately. He was either a criminal genius or a really, really bad liar.

“Right,” Wraith said. “So do you find these mysterious packages often?”

“No,” Inferno said. “I… really don’t like doing the inventory. It’s just boring.”

He looked into the corner again.

“Are you sure you got that spider?”

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amphiptere-art · 2 months

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List of characters/worlds.

OC world

The locked door

Shadow wars

Shadon

Shadow

Vecerin

The brother

The sister

The light dragon king

The light dragon Prince

The hybrid

The hybrids partner

dreamers musings

Various

Chains

I will dig out that folder later.

Moss and car-car

Moss (spinosaurus)

Car-car (baby carcharodontosaurus)

Territory seeking sub adult carcharodontosaurus

FNAF

Warehouse

Dim/Dawn/Dusk

Sun

Moon

Glam Bonnie

Glam foxy

Glam Freddy

Music Man

Owner YN

Warehouse daycare

Sun

Moon

Frank the cat

Owner YN

Mechanical medic

Ralph the repair dragon

Sun

Moon

Other animatronics in the Plex

Perrfect thief

Cat King YN

Detective Sun

Police officer Moon

Gang leader Eclipse

Underground informant leader DJ

Underground informer ballerina

Underground informer mangle

Underground informer Bonnie

Rusted wheels

Sun

Moon

Rattler

Rabbit raiders

Cryptid eater

Hunter/Cryptid YN

Hunter Sun

Hunter Moon

Hunter eclipse

Saving Waves

Moon

Sun

Darkened Dawn (eclipse)

Silver reflection (Luna)

Red Wave (Blood Moon)

Monty

Freddy

Chica

Roxy

Stop you silly siren

Captain Eclipse

First mate Sun

Navigator/siren moon

Arcade project

Eclipse

Blackstar

Planet

Sun

Moon

Blood Moon

Pluto

Tsams

Red blue and black

Blue Moon (lunar/blood moon)

Sun

Moon

Black Star (eclipse)

Monty

Frankie the cat

Sundown dance the dinosaur

Horn the Dragon

Adopted by

Remorseful Lord Eclipse, Chaos

Lord's brother, infero

Kid eclipse, Moom

Adopted characters

TF traveler, refracted glow

TF trapped, crushed glow

TF servant sun, dying fire

TF Void, No light

TF ghosty, wisp

Recovering blood moon

CtOS solar

AE solar (attempted)

Old Tsams

Lunar

Sun

Moon

Eclipse

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Shattered Blue Moon (storyline end)

Strained Black Star (storyline end)

Cruel copy

Butler (eclipse)

Werewolf (Blood Moon)

Gladiator (Sun)

Pastel (Moon)

Witch (Earth)

Wizard (lunar)

Hunter (Monty)

Adopted by

Adopted characters

TF Void, virulent

Beast maker

Lunara

Eclipse

Sun

Moon

Blood Moon

Adopted by

Lord's brother, infero

Adopted characters

Empty cup

Honey (Lord lunar)

Cider (Eclipse)

Apple (wither storm)

Adopted by

Lord's brother, infero

Adopted characters

Chapter (SSC)

Story written in ash

Chapter (eclipse)

Adopted by

Lord's brother, infero

Remorseful Lord Eclipse, gluttony?

Empty cup, Honey (SSC)

Adopted characters

Separated blood moon

It's tough to be a god

Huitzilin (Hum) (Sun)

Zipacna (Zip) (Monty)

Xolotl (Xolo) (Eclipse like child)

Axo's Daddy

Adopted by

Adopted characters

TF traveler

Desolate hunger

Ravenous (lunar/blood moon)

Earth

Sun

Moon

Fork face

Monty

Adopted by

Lord's brother, infero

Kid eclipse, Moom

Remorseful Lord Eclipse, chaos

Adopted characters

Lost Lord

Eclipse

Sun

Lunar

Blood Moon

Adopted by

Adopted characters

H solar

Under the stage

Blood Moon

Moon

Lunar

Adopted by

Remorseful Lord Eclipse, wrath and sloth.

Adopted characters

Eclipse Brothers

Eclipse

Lunar

Blood Moon

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Sulky star cluster

Cygnus (eclipse)

Antares (eclipse)

Rigel (eclipse)

Algol (eclipse)

Star holder Glam Freddy

Adopted by

Autumbra au, kill code

Adopted characters

TF Traveler

Autumbra Eclipse

Toy swap

Crimple (DCA swap)

Glam toy Freddy (Glam Freddy swap)

Glam toy Chica (Roxy swap)

Glam toy Bonnie (Glam Chica swap)

Glam toy mangle (foxy swap)

Puppet (Monty swap)

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Alternate solar

Solar

Sun

Moon

Lunar

Blood Moon

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Runaway eclipse

Eclipse

Incomplete lunar

Adopted by

Lord's brother???

Remorseful Lord Eclipse???

Adopted characters

Sundown

Eclipse

Code Moon (blood moon)

Moon

Segway

Black bear

Alcoholic human friend

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Sundown Eclipse (SSC)

Actual dad eclipse

Eclipse

Dad code

Blood Moon

Sun

Moon

Lunar

Earth

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Chased eclipse

Hati (moon)

Sköll (Sun)

leiðr (eclipse)

bana (kill code)

Adopted by

Kid eclipse, Moom

Sundown Eclipse (SSC)

Adopted characters

Orion's belt

Betelgeuse, basil (Lord Lunar)

Rigel (Eclipse)

Saiph (Good wither storm)

Bellatrix, Bella (Blood Moon)

Mintata, Mika (cyborg lindworm)

Alnilam, Alnim (Sun)

Alnitak, Alnik (Moon)

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Demon alts

Blue Moon

Adopted by

Lord's brother, Vim

Adopted characters

Mer alts

Blue Moon

Black Star

Red Moon

False star

Annular

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Fey alts

Blue Moon

Crimple

Researcher Blackstar

Hunter Earth

Adopted by

Remorseful Lord Eclipse, chaos

Lord's brother, puppy

Adopted characters

Warrior cats alts (mostly created by @artoutoftheblue)

Blue Moon

Black Frost

Lion light

Rain cloud

Berry heart

Many others

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