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Chopper sat on his bunk as he usually did, stringing battle droid fingers. They had recently taken part in a particularly costly battle and as always the droids had paid their dues for his brothers loses.
You now there not gone. He reminded himself. If they were gone you wouldn't be here. Chopper looked up from his droid necklace and stool a glance at the only other trooper currently in the room.
Echo had been with the unit for about 3 weeks and was already raising eyebrows. At the moment he was carefully scrubbing his weapon, with the same precision Jester always used. The strange part was that Echo hadn't started cleaning his weapon like that until about a week ago. Chopper had noticed the change and was slightly concerned by it. Not only had the trooper begun cleaning his weapon obsessively he had also started stammering in front of his CO's and cracking jokes wile under heavy fire both things Jester was known to do. Chopper had also noticed the trooper's violent mood swings. It was almost as though the kid had more than one voice up in his head.
Chopper knew he shouldn't pry if he did he could get caught and that would not be good… All the same…
Just one look couldn't hurt. Chopper thought. All I need is eye contact.
"Hay Echo." Chopper shouted across the room his brother looked up from his blaster and turned to him.
"Yes Chop…" Echo trailed of as he stared into Choppers eyes, which as he watched turned from the normal miss matched brown and light blue to a shared deep burning red.
Choppers lips turned up into a small grin as Echo's pupils dilated until his entire iris was consumed by the black. The troopers mouth hung open slightly and every muscle in his body relaxed.
"Good." Chopper whispered soothingly. "No struggling now this wont hurt a bit." He slowly ever so slowly began probing his brother's mind. What he found shocked him.
"God." he whispered even quieter than before. "You're a force sensitive to." Chopper found himself pulled deeper into the troopers mind. An early bloomer. He thought. Doesn't even know what he's capable of.
Suddenly Chopper found himself yanked head first into an extremely violent memory. No not a memory. He realized. a dream.
A clocked figure was speaking over a communication system. 3 words changed the galaxy forever.
"Activate order 66." The figure instructed coldly. Chopper felt a sharp jolt of pain shoot through every molecule of his being. He saw before his eyes thousands fall dead. Jedi shot by their troops innocent civilians caught in the cross hairs. Guns smoking, blood dripping from lifeless bodies. But that wasn't even the worst of it.
Chopper felt time pass in the dream he saw clone troopers, some drunk on whisky or spirits others injecting themselves with threatening dosages of prescription pain killers and still others choosing a more permanent solution to there gilt. A blaster bolt to the temple was the most common of those permanent solutions.
Just when Chopper thought the pain couldn't get any worse he saw something, a weapon. He felt the worry and the pain of the soldier building it. He felt the anguish they all shared when they were forced to fire it.
A thousand voices cried out in pain and then… silenced.
Chopper tore himself away from the dream he couldn't watch any more he couldn't bare to see it. He pulled himself out of Echo's consciousness so violently he barely managed to hold him in his trance. Chopper stared at the spaced out trooper for a long time.
"You see that every night?" he finally asked. It didn't matter Echo wouldn't remember any of this anyway. Chopper only wished he wouldn't remember any of it.
Echo nodded slowly. "Your lucky," he whispered. "You missed the scary part." His voice was flat and unemotional as voices always were when speaking through the veil of control Chopper had so meticulously trained himself to use.
The scared trooper heard someone approaching the room. He carefully pulled himself out of Echo's mind his eyes returned to there normal miss matched brown and blue. Echo's recovery was slower his pupils taking several minutes to constrict back to normal size. During which time he continued to stare strait ahead of him.
"Hay guys what's up?" Punch asked grinning as he entered the room. He noticed the weird look on Echo's face and walked over to him "Echo?… hay Kamino to Echo come in." Echo blinked slowly in responses.
"What?" he asked looking around confused.
"You just totally spaced out or something," Punch informed him before jumping up onto his own bunk and settling down for a nice long in-armor nap. Echo looked around confused for a moment and then went back to polishing his gun, but after a few minuets he threw the rag down in disgust.
When did this get so boring? He asked himself. Echo considered following Punches lead and getting some sleep but he new the dreams would be there as soon as he slipped into unconsciousness. He threw a glace at Chopper who was absent-mindedly playing with his droid fingers.
"Hay Chop you want to grab a bit to eat?" he asked suddenly. Chopper shrugged.
"Shore." The 2 troopers got up and walked out of the room headed off in the direction of the mess hall.
When they arrived the two retrieved their food and took a seat at one of the mess hall tables several troopers gave them a rotten looks picked up their grub and moved. Echo heard Chopper grumble something about. "Stupid officers." Before he began devouring his food. Echo pushed his own grub around on the plate.
Stupid dreams. He thought to himself. I should be getting some sleep but noooo… I'm here in the mess getting dirty looks from my brothers. Echo hated his dreams every night they came back not always the same but always ominous always unnerving. The past few weeks they hadn't been quit as bad and Echo had managed not to wake up screaming bloody murder but still, his nights were far from restful. Why does being nuts have to be so hard? He wondered. Chopper cleared his thought. Cutting of Echo's train of thought
"So…" Chopper began awkwardly. "You seen the new Galactic Conflicts halo-film?" Echo shook his head.
"What's it about?" he asked. Chopper grinned before answering his question.
"A guy names Skuke Lywalker his buddy San Holo and his brass bikini wearing sister."
Echo raised his eyebrow. "I real should see this halo-film." Chopper gave him a devious smile.
"I got a recording of it on my communicator." He replied the two quickly finished their food and returned to the barracks, to watch as the beautiful brass-bikini-wearing Princess Skea strangled a giant slimy monster with a chain.
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