#vod'kyramud

[dreamicus]

Sad little murder meow meow. Vod'kyramud my beloved

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A lil snippet 🙃 enjoy

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Alpha stands quietly in the corner of the security room as Colt's troopers lead the traitorous Vod through the durasteel-grey corridors and into the holding cell that would was to be his home for the foreseeable future.

Laughable. Rather, until the Kaminii got their thin claws into his skin and tore him apart.

A Clone that defected. That betrayed the Republic, that sold Republic secrets, that spat at the name of the Republic.

Oh, Alpha can taste the displeasure leaking from their delicate translucent skin.

They were going to tear this Clone apart and figure out what went wrong, and fix the product.

The grey troopers, like the thick walls, throw the traitor into the holding cell. The kid doesn't get up off the floor, but snarls as the dangerously sparkling red ray shield went up between him and freedom.

Scrappy, Alpha gazes as the troopers spit out vod'kyramud and the kid just bares his teeth viciously and spits back mindless slave, even as the flash of pain passes through his expression. What makes him think, Alpha smirks, that he's any less the mindless slave he so curses?

As the Kaminii talk amongst themselves about the time and date they'll steal away the young trooper, down to the depths of Kamino, to the place of horrors that not even Alpha mentions to scare disobedient cadets, Alpha breathes in deeply and sighs. The Vod is slated for decommissioning, he sees the Long-neck type into the console, but Alpha knows that will not happen.

It doesn't happen often, but it happens. When Vode don't just disappear, but disappear.

When the Kaminii leave, Alpha goes in.

Stepping up leisurely, audibly, to the occupied cell, he stands with his stance wide and arms crossed. Judging. He narrows his eyes as he rakes his gaze down the kid, seeing the bruises of a good right hook on his cheek. It looks like Kote's work.

The traitor hasn't let his eyes off him since he stepped forward. Neither of them say a word.

Stubborn, Alpha almost smirks.

"What?" Alpha drawls, speaking first, though the kid shouldn't mistake that for as if he is the one with the control in this conversation, "Something on my face?"

The kid's eyes narrow and his lip curls in a snarl - that seems to be a frequent expression on him.

"...What do you want, Alpha?" He spits, "Come to insult? Don't worry, everyone else has already said every name under the stars."

He has no doubt that that's probably true. Expected. Alpha doesn't beat around the bush.

"Why'd you do it, kid?"

"Kid?!" The trooper stands sharply from his solid bunk in offense, "Kark you, old man-"

"Shut up," Alpha orders, softly and with ice, "Why'd you do it, kid?"

"What?" The Vod takes a 'threatening' step forward. Alpha doesn't even blink. "Betray the Republic? Betray my brothers? You karking unfeeling bastard, blind as the rest of them! Training little flesh droids to become meat shields for an unkind galaxy and a Republic that enslaved us-!"

"What's your designation." Alpha cuts, sharp and quiet, but the order is one that any trooper would feel striking right into their chest.

When he speaks, people listen. His troopers listen.

The scrappy bastard snaps his mouth shut and glares, refusing to answer his CT number with all the forbidden knowledge and fury mustered in his soul.

"Slick."

That's all Alpha needed to know. His gaze narrows and his lip just barely twitches.

"Hmmm."

He turns around and walks away into the corridors darkening for night cycle, ignoring Slick's shouts from behind.

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Fox feels his long range comm vibrate in his desk, below his elbow. He quickly pulls it out and answers it, holding it close to his ear as he continues his datapad work, multitasking with learned ease.

"Yes, 17?" His voice is rough and tired, and he clears his throat.

"When's the last time you slept, Kurs?"

Alpha's consistently smug drawl itches at his tired rage.

"You're not Tarre - you don't get to compliment my astonishing health regime."

"Yeah, well, come back home like that and my twin will tear you a new one anyway."

"What do you want, 17?"

Alpha chuckles darkly.

"Is that how you speak to your beloved ori'vod?" Before Fox can growl back a vicious response, Alpha continues, tone relaxed and yet serious, "Cristophisis, the traitor CT that sold out the campaign to the Seppies."

Fox falls silent, putting down his datapad. He read that report - it was professionally cold, but the officer signing it off did so with betrayed rage. Slated for decommissioning. Got Vode killed. Grave, grave crimes, unforgivable.

Oh, Fox knows all about him.

"...What about him?"

"His name is Slick," Alpha doesn't hold back, "How do you feel about sponsoring him?"

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