A/N: I have a skit but its at the bottom of the chapter. I know, I had too, and I'm sorry, an Ad bugged me one to many times and it came to mind. Read the story first and Please Review...
Warning: Just in case, there is mention of suicidal thoughts below. If you're sensitive to this, you've been warned.
Location: Far Outer Rim, Planet Earth, ISA-(ECUCNA), Main Command Center, 41 days since Battle of Geonosis, Earth year 2035
"Ah, Cody glad you could join us," Obi-wan stated as the Commander stepped up to the Holo-projector, "Madame President let me introduce you to Commander Cody, leader of the 212th Attack Battalion of the Grand Army of the Republic."
"It's nice to meet you Commander," Lisa stated from her seat in the ISA command room. The two Generals, Admiral, and two clone officers all appeared larger than life on the screen in front of her.
"Ma'am," Cody responded nodding his helmeted head.
"Sorry, please continue on with what you were saying Admiral," Obi-wan continued.
"Thank you, General. We've made our decision. Since it was Republic troops who found Earth and brought this Separatist threat to it, it is the Republic's responsibility to protect your world, at least until our soldiers are recovered." Tens, who was standing at parade rest behind the President and Chairman, could swear the Admiral was looking at him when he said, 'brought this Separatist threat to it'. Guess we're still in trouble.
Obi-wan finished from where the Admiral left off, "Once the Separatists are eliminated it will be up to your United Nations to decide whether Earth will become part of the Republic and be under its protection. However, I'm afraid much of that will have to wait until later."
The UN Chairman leaned over to talk to the President for a few moments before speaking.
"I am glad to hear Gentlemen that you will help defend our planet from this immanent invasion. Your trooper, Tens, has already given us valuable Intel on the Separatists and their weapon capabilities. He's also sent some of his men to take care of the distress beacon. As to joining the Republic, I'm afraid that choosing a side in your war would only bring the war to us."
Everyone was quiet for a few moments, before Obi-wan spoke, "With all due respect Mr. Chairman, the war has already found you, willing or not. If you were not aware, there were two Separatist Battle Cruisers in your system. One of them escaped when we arrived. So even if we destroy the one heading to your planet, the Separatist already know of your system. They will return."
"I'm afraid Obi-wan's right," Anakin added, "The Separatists will undoubtedly return to investigate further, especially if this remaining Battle Cruiser doesn't report back. You may have no choice but to choose a side."
"Very well, that decision will be left up to the world congress to decide. I thank you however for the warning... and threat," Adrian replied crisply. Though he and Lisa had already discussed it, he didn't like getting backed into a decision-making corner; especially on a decision as big as this one.
"Mr. Chairman, Mrs. President, if you don't mind me asking, how large is your planet's military force? In order to aid in the most effective way possible, it would help if we knew," Obi-wan hoped it was a large army; around a million soldiers would give them a fighting chance.
Adrian smiled, genuinely smiled. Time to show the Republic the Earth is not completely defenseless.
"I'm glad you asked General. Our planets combined armed forces total at just over forty million soldiers. The United Nations armed forces have around ten million, which includes three million soldiers from the United States. The US itself has an additional five million on top of what they already have in the UN."
Tens couldn't believe what he'd just heard. By the stunned looks on the faces of the Generals and Admiral they couldn't either. There was silence, complete and utter silence. Obi-wan crossed his arms and opened his mouth to speak but decided to scowl instead. Anakin had a look of confusion and surprise while the Admiral looked reasonably concerned; Rex and Cody just shuffled in place a little and cocked their helmeted heads to the side while looking to each other, undoubtedly having a private conversation on their comms. Finally Anakin broke the silence.
"Are you sure you need our help? I... I mean that's a, uh, large army." He was serious, that was a far larger army then the entire Republic had at the moment.
"Yes, we definitely need your help," the Chairman replied, almost pleadingly, "Not only are we dealing with advanced technology but the majority of our armed forces are tied up in different parts of our world maintaining the peace. Our world does have over 14 billion people in it you know; conflict is inevitable."
Not liking the tone the Chairman used when saying 'conflict is inevitable', Obi-wan finally decided to join the conversation, "That is still a very large army Mr. Chairman, for such a small world. How many of these soldiers are available to defend your location?"
The Chairman turned to the President smiling, it was her turn. Lisa nodded her head and stood up while clearing her throat, "We will have around thirty-five-thousand soldiers here to help by the time the Separatists arrive. Most are currently evacuating the city above us. However, we do have extensive missile and air forces ready to deploy."
Obi-wan frowned slightly. After hearing how large of a military this planet had; he'd thought they would have had more soldiers available. Then again, as the Chairman said, they were 'maintaining the peace'. He imagined war had something to do with it too.
He continued, "The Separatist will deploy only the forces they need to get the cruiser and whatever people they mistakenly hope to find in it. They may deploy up to 200,000 droids so while thirty-thousand or so soldiers is a lot you will still need assistance. As to your air and missile defenses, most of their transports have strong deflector shielding around them that can withstand heavy laser fire and flak. Depending on what type of weaponry you have, you may not be able to destroy them before they reach the ground. The transports will also be escorted by Vulture and Tri-fighter droids. They are very fast and maneuverable and have deflector shielding too. I can't say how well your air forces will do without knowing how well they work."
Lisa smiled, "Actually General, we were rather hoping to use a special type of missile, but against their main Battle Cruiser, not their transports."
Location: Far Outer Rim, the Resolute's Main Hangar Bay, 41 days since Battle of Geonosis, Earth year 2035
Denal sat atop an empty Tibanna fuel crate in the Resolute's main hangar bay. All around him hundreds of his 501st brothers lined up in rows waiting. Any minute now they would all climb aboard their respective Larty's and head off to stop a Separatist invasion of a previously unknown planet. Denal however, was waiting for his Captain. He was to personally accompany him down to the surface, something he'd done many times before.
One thing they didn't have to worry about this time was flak. Amazingly they were landing on a friendly planet that hadn't been invaded... yet. So as long as General Skywalker did his job, and these new people didn't mistake them for the enemy, they shouldn't need to worry about getting shot down. Far too many times Denal had watched helplessly as a nearby Larty blew-up or crash landed and he'd been unable to do anything about it. So many of his brothers had died this way without ever firing a shot.
I'll probably die someday too. But I will be remembered when I do, I will make a difference, I owe that at least to my fallen brothers.
"Hay, Denal, you ready for this?" It was Sergeant Hez who interrupted his thoughts. Hez, who'd been walking past Denal to his own unit, noticed the trooper sitting alone.
"You bet, sir. Just waiting for the Captain. Shouldn't be a hard battle, if the rumors are true, we have an actual military we'll be fighting alongside."
"Yeah, it almost sounds too good to be true. I can't complain though, how many times have we had to fight the Seppies and save the local civvies without any local support? Too many times I'd say... Well, see you around and keep the Captain safe. He trust's you," Hez smiled and nodded his head before continuing on eliciting a similar response from Denal.
"Rex trusts you? I'm not sure I believe that," Sergeant Coric mockingly stated walking up to stand where Hez had just stood. He was glad to see Denal. He too was to accompany Rex down to the ground.
"I'm not the one sticking needles into the Captain's shebs every three minutes during a battle ner vod. If I was him I'd be worried, never know when you might slip him something else, sir," Denal laughingly joked, he enjoyed annoying Coric and Coric liked doing the same to him. It was something they had started doing recently to take the edge off before, during, and after battles.
"Are you forgetting I'm your medic too? Better not get injured, accidents in the operating room are rare, but they do happen and can be very serious, fatal even," the medic stated coldly while setting his med-kit down and joining Denal on the crate. He started checking the charge on his DC-15.
All right, that one made Denal feel a little uneasy. Medics were always there for you, not only because it was their duty but because they're also your brother. Coric was obviously on edge about something to illicit such a response.
"Okay, what's bothering you? Normally Medics don't make their fellow brothers consider death over a trip to the operating room... sir."
"Nothings wrong." Coric looked down to his chrono, they should be leaving anytime.
Where in the kriff is Rex!
"Sure, sir, and I'm a gundark not your brother. Now really, what's wrong?"
"Fek, Denal! Can't you ever leave me alone," Yeah something's definitely wrong, "Okay fine, I'm nervous for the upcoming battle, happy?"
"Umm, no sir. You, nervous? Umm you're a medic, again sir, not helping with confidence amongst the troops."
Coric rolled his eyes and punched his brother in the arm before continuing.
"I'm not nervous about aiding the men you di'kut; Rex said to expect high civilian casualties."
"Oh, I see." Denal's expression darkened. They'd already been briefed on what to expect on this world. Fighting in a major city would definitely complicate matters, especially for the medics.
"So instead of just patching up brothers, I also have to patch up any civvies caught in the crossfire. You know that's the priority. Which means more vode will die because we medics will be busy patching up civvies."
Denal stayed quiet for a while, yeah it was tough. He imagined it was hard being forced to help a civvie, who was stupid enough to step into the battle, over a fellow brother. But then again, that's what they're made for, to die fighting for the Republic and its civilians.
"You'll try your best, sir. You always do. Besides, it sounds like the seppies are in a hurry; there might not be any fighting by the time we arrive."
"Yeah Denal, like that ever happens. But thanks for the sentiment. I guess you're safe the next time I patch up your sorry shebs."
Denal smiled, that was more like the Coric he knew. All right, time to talk about medical stuff, which should keep his mind from wandering to more worrisome things.
"So, sir, what exactly do you have stuffed into that kit of yours anyways? Looks like you could drown an Aiwha with all that gear."
Coric smirked, he knew what Denal was trying to do, and he didn't mind at all.
"Well, let's see. I have over 200 bacta patch packs and that's not even counting what's already on the Larty. Here I have..."
Location: ISA-(ECUCNA), Main Command Center, 41 days since Battle of Geonosis, Earth year 2035
"Well, I think this plan will work rather well. Rex, make sure the portable Holo-projector makes it to them when we arrive. I think we'd all prefer a more secure method of communication," Anakin stated contentedly. The meeting had only lasted eight minutes, but more information had passed during those few minutes then he or anyone else had thought possible. Needless to say, they were all glad it was over.
"Yes, sir!" Rex stated before turning to his private channel with Cody, "I've got a bad feeling about this."
"Glad to know I'm not the only one Rex, but the Generals and others think it will work, let's try giving them the benefit of the doubt this time, eh?"
"Fine, see you dirt side… By the way, I heard about your little plan to beat us in kill count. Not going to happen ner vode, but good luck all the same." Before Cody could respond Rex cut the channel and went off to rally his men, smirking under his helmet. I don't think so Cody, you've only beaten my boys once, it won't happen again.
Back at the Command room the Chairman got up, "Just make sure you keep your ships clear when the time comes," he reminded before continuing, "On behalf of our world I thank you for your support. I can only hope that after this we can become allies. It would be a wise choice, I think. Now if you'll excuse me, by the look my security escort is giving me I think it's about time I retreated to a safer location." With that the Chairman was quickly escorted down another one of the ISA facilities never-ending tunnels. The President and Vice President both stayed behind, Lisa still needed to talk with Tens.
Obi-wan however had one more question he needed to ask.
"Mrs. President, if you don't mind me asking, when was your planet first colonized?"
Lisa looked up confused, "I don't believe I follow you, General."
"Sorry for not making myself clear, but Humans are a galaxy wide species. We've been slowly migrating outwards from the core of the galaxy over the past 25,000 years. So, when did humans first colonize Earth?"
Obi-wan guessed it must have been no more than three thousand years ago, any later and the planet would most certainly have been more populated. He presumed that something, maybe a great war, had destroyed the colonizing people's technology so that they had to re-learn most of it. This would explain why the humans on this planet were so far behind technologically from the rest of the universe.
"That may be the case for the rest of the Galaxy, General, but that is not the case here. We have no evidence our planet was ever 'colonized'. We do have evidence of human inhabitation on our planet dating as far back as around 150,000 years ago. And there's strong evidence showing our likely ancestors existing a million if not two million years ago. I hope this is the answer you were looking for."
"Uh, yes, thank you Mrs. President, that was all," Obi-wan couldn't completely hide his surprise so he quickly excused himself, "I have to prepare the men now for landing. Thank you Madame President, I look forward to meeting you in person once we arrive."
"Me too, General," Lisa smiled before the video feed cut out. It re-emerged a few seconds later on some of the ISA techie work stations, but with comm officer Dace's image. The techies and Dace would be in constant contact to coordinate the battle with the Republic and US/UN armed forces.
When Lisa turned around, she looked tired, "Tens, I'm afraid the conversation I promised you will have to be shorter than I'd hoped, if you would follow me."
Tens looked at his chrono; the seppies would be arriving in about seven minutes. This better be a fast conversation; I need to get back to Right'eye and the ship before the sepp's get here.
Tens followed the President into a small side room, Jumps went to follow but Tens ordered him to get their gear ready and load it onto another truck for transport back to the hangar. Trevor and Aaron went to stand on either side of the entrance to the room while the President closed the door. The Vice President was unable to attend; he had more important matters to attend to, matters that Lisa would soon join him in after her talk.
Sitting down inside, Lisa let out a long held-back sigh. She smiled to Tens across the table; this will be interesting, time to see if the clones are really to be trusted, or maybe I'm wrong, maybe they are secretly plotting with the Chancellor. Either way, time to find out.
"I'll just jump right into it, you may find some of what I'm about to say hard to believe but it's true." Her advisors had given her a quick rundown of information that would most likely convince the clones of the truth. Lisa was of course familiar with the movies in question but she was no expert on that vast, supposedly fictional, universe.
Tens gave her his best 'let's just hear the kriffing info already' look.
Nodding her head in understanding she continued, "Simply put Tens, we know everything about you. Almost everything that's happened in the Republic's past, present and possible future we know about. For instance, you and your three million plus brothers were born ten years ago on the cloning world of Kamino. You're all clones of the bounty hunter Jango Fett who was killed at the beginning of the Battle of Geonosis by Jedi Master Mace Windu because he was working with Count Dooku, the leader of the Separatist. We also..."
Tens expression during her explanation changed from one of amusement to one of shock. There was no way this could be possible, period. He had to interrupt, some of the info she was saying wasn't exactly public knowledge and he was nervous about the mention of Kamino.
"How?" he stated simply. But he only listened with little interest to the first part of her next statement. Something about thirty year old movies and not actually knowing how it was possible. She might be speaking the truth. How else could they know so much? The Generals didn't mention any of that, and I'm sure my brothers didn't. I still don't believe it. More importantly, with such knowledge, are they a threat to the Republic?
As if to answer his thoughts, she continued, bringing him back to the present.
"Of all the information we have Tens, what I'm about to say next is vital to the future of the Republic, I've decided it's up to you whether you tell your superiors or not."
Tens was listening carefully, the edge of excitement in her voice was very clear.
"The Republics Chancellor, Palpatine is the sith lord the Jedi Council has been looking for, Count Dooku's Master; Darth Sidious. Almost three years into the war, he will issue Contingency Order 66 and the GAR will execute it most efficiently, killing almost all the Jedi..."
At first, Tens had the sudden urge to laugh, the Chancellor a sith? Hah! She was obviously insane. Then he heard the rest.
Without conscious thought he reached for his non-existent blaster. At the same time a calm and soothing voice in his head repeated,
"These contingency orders will not be repeated or told to anyone. Only the Supreme Commander, GAR commanding officers and your brothers know of them. If anyone else does, they are to be eliminated immediately with lethal force upon discovery."
Ughh! Get out of my head! I can't... stop... She's innocent! Please...
Unfortunately, the part of his brain flash-trained to follow the orders without question took over. Finding no gun, he lunged over the table at the President; he hit his mark with deadly accuracy.
Tens fought with all his might against his mind and body's automatic response, it took all his effort. By the time he was in control of both again he found himself looking into the terrified green eyes of the President. Tens gauntleted arm pushed against her throat holding her against the wall strangling the life from her. He immediately released her and slowly backed away with his trembling hands held out almost begging; terrified by what he'd almost done.
"I... I'm sorry, I didn't know. I... I couldn't stop myself, please; it wasn't in my control..."
Tens found himself sitting in her chair with his head in his hands, the smooth Kaminoan voice still echoing in his head. Lisa, after coughing and regaining her breath, was still substantially shaken. She slowly walked over to him. After a pause as if to say something, she walked past him to the door, opened it and asked Trevor to step inside. Trevor obliged and found a very distraught looking Tens and flustered President looking at him.
"What happened?" he asked immediately concerned, he needed to know.
"Umm," Lisa gulped and gave Tens an appraising look, "Nothing too important Trevor, it's just, for our safety, it might be best if you were in here."
Trevor, still concerned, nodded his head and found a place to sit. Trevor noticed, for some odd reason Tens looked relieved to see him. Tens slowly got back up and upturned the overturned chair and table before sitting back in his own chair.
"I'm deeply sorry Mrs. President for my behavior and actions, both were uncalled for. I had no control, but it shouldn't happen again, just please don't mention the, umm, you know what I mean," he said looking both desperate and scared.
What did I just do? I had no control over my body at all... I almost killed her... Why?
It didn't take Tens mind long to finds the answer.
That must have been a security measure for the contingency orders. If that's the case, then maybe she's right, what if the Chancellor is a sith? That could be very bad, she said we killed the Jedi; we followed through with that order in the future. Why, why would she burden me with this, why not just tell the General? Ugh, does everything have to be difficult?
Tens shook his head; there was way too much information to think about. He suddenly was aware of two sets of eyes staring at him.
"Thank you Mrs. President for that information, I will think about what you said. I think though, it's about time I got back to my ship." If Tens sounded urgent it's because he was, he needed to talk to someone, and there was only one person in the universe he trusted unconditionally; Right'eye.
Location: ISA-ECUCNA, Ground to Air Rapid Deployment Hangar, ISA/USAF Operations Division (Quantico), 41 days since Battle of Geonosis, Earth year 2035
"Well, I don't think we need to worry about the distress beacon, like ever again," Riot stated simply while looking at the smoldering remains of the life-saving turned trouble-making system. Evidently Right'eye still had some steam to vent about his earlier absent-mindedness. However, Julia and Connor were just happy to finally see one of the clone weapon's fire.
"Hmm, so they do look and sound the same as in the movies," Julia mumbled to herself. She'd been surprised to say the least when the clone had suddenly pulled out his handgun and fired a blue plasma bolt into the ships control panel.
"Umm, don't you think you cut it kinda close to the comm controls?"
"Shut up, you di'kut," Right'eye's tone however was less than intimidating to the shinie. He decided he needed to shoot something to relieve his stress and the small incessantly blinking red light posed a target to good to resist. He was sure that nothing else had been damaged but to make certain he checked over all the ships controls.
"Yep, everything's still in working order, minus one unnecessary emergency beacon. I'd say mission accomplished!"
Riot rolled his eyes at his smirking brother. He hadn't known Tens or Right'eye very well before the attack on their attack cruiser, but he'd seen them occasionally. So he was constantly learning new things about their personalities. Like now he knew that Right'eye didn't take personal failure well. One more trait to add to the ever-growing list Riot was compiling mentally on his brothers. Riot started his 'list' when he first arrived as a shinie to the 442nd from Kamino. Jumps called it his shinie survival guide. It was important for both of them to know what made their older brothers happy or angry, sad or determined. Knowing this gave the two shinies a better chance of being useful, being liked. They both shared the same fear that their older brothers teased them, not because they liked or wanted them, but because they thought they were a nuisance not worth having around.
As Riot thought all this over, a perfect example of his 'shinieness' came to mind; what happened to the 'brilliant' plan he'd come up with on the way here. The, 'let's fly the ship to catch the attention of the seppies and die as heroes' kinda plan. Unfortunately their ship wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. They'd all noticed two things right away when they'd exited the lifts into the hangar. First, all the aircraft that had been there were gone, except one last one which was taxiing through the far left hangar door. A moment later the roar of jet engines flared as the jet took off, or so he was told by Connor. The second thing they'd all noticed was the ISA hazmat team that had assembled around the Consular Cruiser. They had just finished cleaning up the ship's leaking coolant fluid, which had flowed out all over the place. For some reason this had made Right'eye angry again, just after he'd calmed himself down.
Suddenly, Riot's thoughts returned to the present as Connor spoke up.
"Hay, Right'eye, if you don't mind me asking, how did you get your name?"
Connor had been curious ever since he'd first heard the clone's name. In the short amount of time he'd known the clones he'd already guessed how the others got their names. It was rather easy to figure out. Riot got his because of his horrible attempts at humor which were in themselves kinda funny. He suspected Jumps got his because he tended to overreact to unknown experiences and finally Tens was Tens because of his unit number 1010. But Right'eye? He could only guess, the clones right brown eye was perfectly normal as far as he could tell. There was only a faint white scar stretching from the right corner of his eye across the eyelid to between the bridge of his nose and his eyebrow. But it was faint and Connor had only recently noticed it.
Right'eye smiled and sat down in the cruiser's main cabin as did the others. They'd just left the cockpit after his assertion that everything was fine. Right'eye sighed; he decided it wouldn't hurt to tell them, it would give him a distraction from all the questions and doubts that plagued his mind.
"It's a bit of a story but we have time if you really want to hear it." He got a unanimous nod of approval from Connor, Julia and even Riot to continue. Riot didn't know and was curious all the same.
"Very well...
When we were eight years of age me and Tens weren't getting along. Fek, we'd never really gotten along. Let's just say, in our original squad, Tens was faster, stronger and more popular than me in every way and I hated him for it. But I was smarter than him; repeatedly beating him and the squad in intellectual tests. I'll admit though he wasn't too far behind me. More than once we'd fought and brushed it off. But the animosity was starting to disrupt our squads training. That's when things came to a head. Our training Sergeant noticed and asked what was going on. Tens being second in command and with the popular backing of the squad blamed me. I... I felt betrayed and angry and I wanted revenge," Right'eye's voice was thick with emotion as he told his story, perhaps saying a bit too much for his liking.
"I was punished with extra practice and more work, far more than I deserved but I faced it all without complaint, as unfair as it was. I had to clean everyone's gear and guns including the bunk room every day twice a day. Tens even persuaded our Squad Sergeant to forfeit my rations for an entire week while I trained even harder. Yeah, don't give me that look. Do you honestly believe I didn't have anything to eat for an entire week? No, I snuck rations when I could, though it was a far cry from what I used to get.
It finally came to a point when I couldn't stand it anymore, so I challenged Tens to a fight, a real fight; he accepted. Let's just say a week full of hard labor with little food made me very weak. I fought dirty and aimed low, but he still won easily, knocking me out and in the process, giving me a very, very large black shiner on my right eye. Even with bacta and a week of healing my eye was still shut. I didn't fully regain my right field of vision until a year and a half later."
Right'eye chuckled slightly while telling the last part, of course at the time he'd hated his brother with every fiber of his being, but now, it was kinda funny, well sort of. That's when he noticed with amusement the shocked look Riot was giving him and the surprised looks of the two Marines.
"What? I'm not done with the story yet. You're all probably wondering how we became best buds after words, huh? Well, as it so happened, the week after the fight, our squad was scheduled to begin live-fire exercises. I know not good, I was nervous as osik. My right side was completely blind and my training helmet's wrap-around vision didn't help. Worst of all, ever since I'd lost the fight with Tens; my brothers didn't show any interest in helping me out. I was completely alone, something no brother should ever face.
The cloners who'd cloned and raised us weren't known for their kindness. They hated weakness and rooted it out constantly. So it came as no surprise when the first exercise was with artillery and commando droids. I remember how I tried sticking with any squad brother I could find, using only my left field of vision. But they avoided me, and I was left to fend for myself, crouched behind a barricade. I wasn't completely helpless, I still had perfect aim with my left eye, but I was definitely at a major disadvantage. I constantly had to look around to make sure no droids would surprise me.
It was at the barricade that I felt it on my right side; I didn't have to turn to know what a droids cold blaster barrel felt like against my neck. But with it's vibroblade under my throat, it forced me to look up. A sense of dread and despair crept over me; I was going to die, alone and unwanted, but part of me wanted to die then, to let go would be so easy. The droid uttered what I could swear was evil mechanical laughter, before the sound and flash of blue blaster bolts hit my senses and the droid suddenly blew up. I barely had time to duck from the raining shrapnel. The next moment Tens was next to me, crouched down and yelling in my ear about how much of a di'kut I was for letting the droid attack me like that.
I was livid with anger and betrayal. How dare he blame me for the disability he caused! So I threw off my helmet and looked with a hateful and tear-filled eye into his helmeted face. Though I couldn't see his face completely, the abrupt stoppage of his lecture and visible sag of his head let me know he'd forgotten about my injury. He mumbled something then, probably an apology, though due to the artillery blasts I couldn't hear him. The next moment he suddenly shoved my helmet back on as we were attacked by more droids. I took left and he took right. Throughout the rest of the battle he stayed glued to my right side, protecting me. He gave me my name that day and every exercise afterwards he covered my blind spot, even when we were shipped out to Geonosis he stayed by my side.
We've been close friends ever since that first exercise..." Right'eye stated the last bit mostly to himself, then realizing he still had a captive audience tried not to look embarrassed while spitting out, "Osik! I didn't mean to go on like that, I, uhh, hope you're all satisfied."
By the looks he received they were. That's when Riot spoke up, "Umm, thanks for the detailed description, ner vod. I hate to interrupt anymore of your reminiscing but shouldn't you be reporting back to your best buddy?"
Resisting the urge to punch Riot squarely in the face he nodded. Placing his helmet back on he opened up his long-range comms and opened a general channel so Riot could hear too.
"Tens come in, this is Right'eye, do you copy?" He could use the long-range comms now that they didn't need to worry about alerting the seppies to their location.
After a bit of static, Tens filtered but clearly relieved voice came through, "I copy you Right'eye, what's your status?"
Relief flooded Right'eye's mind and body when he heard his brother's voice again. Ever since he realized what his brother was capable of a short while ago he'd been on edge, as if a Kaminoan scientist would suddenly jump out and take his beloved brother away from him forever. Not going to happen, longnecks, I promised him that, vode an. Besides after remembering exactly how far they'd come since Kamino, he wasn't going to start hating his brother again, even if he was different.
"Umm, right. Mission accomplished, let's, uhh, just say the beacon might need some repairs once the ships back aboard one of the destroyers. Oh and speaking of the ship, it will probably need to be towed to get it onboard, the coolant leak finished, uh, leaking."
"I'm not even going to ask what you did vod, however good job in doing it. Me and Jumps with the rest of Delta are heading to you now. We'll be there when the first seppie transports reach dirt side. We've been given new orders from the Generals to keep that Cruiser safe from the Sepp's at all costs until reinforcements arrive. That, ner vod is when the fun begins." Right'eye could hear the anticipation and excitement in his brother's voice, fighting was what they were bred for.
"See you soon, I promise not to trash too many clankers until you arrive."
"Yeah, well just don't be a di'kut like Riot and everything should be fine."
"Hay! That's uncalled for, besides your cyare vod just told a very inter..." Riot never finished as his brother interrupted him.
"I don't think you have to worry about that, Tens. Right'eye out."
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A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed the update. I sure did. Finally got to the dialogue between Tens and Lisa, I thought it came out good. If it wasn't for their other meeting I'm sure we would have had a much longer conversation, though in that universe I'm afraid Lisa might have died... or not.
Anyways, I'm also very happy to finally give more background into the relationship between Tens and Right'eye. I bet you thought they were always brothers by choice, right? Well, I'm looking at a possible prequel, it will include Tens and Right'eye's back-story in detail, and Jumps and Riots too, I'm rather excited as there is a lot of possible material to cover in such a story. But I will finish this story first and possibly its sequel, depends on interest and time.
Also, if you noticed my little scene at the beginning then you know that I'm not a fan of the incessant Ads on a certain site which shall not be named, mostly because I like the site and as mentioned before I am extremely cautious to not upset the powers that be. I also gave a nod to Captain Rex and the Last Cheese Pretzel by Queen, LongLiveTheClones, and laloga. A very fun read for those that haven't ventured to read it yet. Soooo, as always please review, I don't own star wars and I'll be away on vacation this weekend : ) So that means I will reply to reviews as soon as I get back. Thanks for reading...
cyare vod – Beloved, loved or popular brother, in this case beloved fits in with Riot's teasing.
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(This part is just for fun. To set the mood look up Padme's Funeral music and start playing it when I show to do so, enjoy….)
Scene: Funeral of a once great website at the Jedi Temple, Coruscant. Every Jedi Knight, Senator of the Republic, Clone Commander and Captain was present, even Count Dooku and General Grievous showed up.
Yoda: Saddened by this loss we are. Live on in the Force it will. Remember the fallen we shall, but continue on we mus...
Chancellor Palpatine (Interrupts): As unfortunate as these turn of events are, my resolve has never been stronger...
Mace: (Clears throat) Sure, your Excellency, I already saw one of your new advertisements, my lord...
Palpatine: I know nothing of what you speak...
Count Dooku: For once I actually agree with the Chancellor, this is most unfortunate. And it fits in perfectly with my plans (Evil smirk)
Yoda: (Cough) Continue, shall we? Hmmm? Thank you, lower the pyre.
(Begin sad music from Padme's funeral)
Obi-wan to Anakin (Whispering): This is ridiculous, why would they change the format, it just doesn't make any sense...
Anakin: A lot of things don't make sense to you my former master.
Obi-wan: Yes well, I personally like to read in peace without a new phone or TV Ad flashing at me in my puerperal vision. I almost had a seizure!
Cody to Rex (Over their comm while watching the proceedings): Hay Rex, you see that Ad for the new smart phone, the one with the Holo-projector touch screen?
Rex: Don't tell me you saw it on...
Cody: Yep, I think I have enough credits, what about you?
Rex: Personally, I'm more concerned that Count Dooku and his pet are here without causing a mini war. And who let those Magna Guards in? But, yes to answer your question, I already have one. (Snickers)
Tens: I never thought I'd see the day when this would happen, this is truly a sad day for the Republic.
Riot: Dude, they've had the Ad's for a long time now, where have you been?
Tens: (Sigh) Think happy thoughts Tens, Happy thoughts...
SlySenran408 to everyone there: Thank you all for attending, I know for some this website was cherished, may it always be in your hearts and minds... Okay, that's that, food & refreshments are on the lower levels, please keep all trash with you or stow it in the proper receptacles, (Cough) Grievous, astromech's are not trash cans! Oh, and Rex, the Kor Vella Twist Kiosk is on the far right of the lower level, Don't-Over-Do-It! What the... Fox, who allowed Magna Guards in here?