Ok so hears chapter 6. It was kinda hard to write but I managed and I must say I'm proud of how it turned out. Hop you agree!
Chopper woke up the next morning and blinked the sleep out of his eyes. Then the pain hit him. It was a splitting, merciless migraine that made him believe a light saber to the left temple would be less painful. Chopper had little experience with alcohol. But the pain reminded him of a particularly bad hangover, only a thousand times magnified. He groaned deeply and rolled over in bed, the change of position not helping the experience at all.
All right. He decided. I am NEVER trying that again. Whoever said 'if you could control one you can control a thousand' should be shot. I could barley control 4! And- ow! He winced in pain, as his head throbbed. Ok no more thinking. Thinking is bad.
After several minutes Chopper realized someone was staring at him. Across the room Echo, wearing his full body armor, sat on his bunk looking at the scarred trooper expectantly. Chopper groaned and forced himself to sit up. He glared at Echo.
"Give me a minute to get ready." He said and went to stand wincing again as his brain protested strongly. Echo noticed.
"I'll go to the med bay and see if I can grab you some pain killers." He offered standing to go. Chopper nodded.
"Don't let anyone see you." He looked at the other bunks were there brothers were sleeping peacefully. "And hurry. They'll be waking up soon, and I want to be out of here by then. Best to let them sort their heads out on their own." If their reaction to Choppers force suggestion was anything even remotely close to his. He did not want to be around when they woke up.
Echo returned about 15 minutes later to find Chopper showered and strapping his armor on. Echo offered up the bottle of prescription painkillers he had swiped when the medical droid wasn't looking. Chopper smiled in thanks, swallowed 3, and tucked the bottle into one of his belt pouches for later. He finished strapping on his armor and stood.
"Well no time like the present." Chopper said with a sigh. He led Echo out of the barracks and down the hall.
They got on the turbo lift, which took them to a long corridor in the inner workings of the Resolute. Chopper lead the way into a storage area that looked like it hadn't been touched in months. At least judging from the layer of dist that covered almost everything.
Chopper jumped up onto one of the dusty crates and sate there, cross-legged. Echo jumped up onto another crate and stared at him expectantly. After several moments of silence Chopper spoke.
"Ok so what do you want to know?" He asked the younger trooper. Echo was brimming with questions but he wasn't shore if it was safe to ask them. He looked around nervously. Chopper laughed.
"Don't worry about it. No one comes down here. And the walls are pretty much sound proof so it's not like anyone's goanna hear us talking."
"How did you do it!" Echo blurted. Chopper raised his eyebrow.
"Your goanna have to be more specific kid."
"Last night! How did you do it? You know the red eyed, trance like, make them faint hocus-pocus?" Chopper chucked. But then looked stern. He folded his arms over his chest.
"Lets be strait forward about this. I'm force sensitive." He said matter-of-factly. It took Chopper a moment to realize the younger clone had fainted.
"Echo… hay wake up … don't make me come in there!" Echo slowly came to. He slapped Choppers hand, which was being waved in close proximity to his face. Chopper laughed.
"Man if I knew you were goanna react like that I never would have agreed to talk to you!" he said with a smile. Echo glared at him. "All right all right." Chopper said holding his hands up in surrender. "All serious, I swear." Echo eyed the scarred clone trooper wearily and rubbed his temples.
"Man and I thought I was crazy." Echo whispered. "You honestly think you're a force sensitive?" it was Choppers turn to glare.
"I don't think I'm force sensitive, I know I'm force sensitive," Chopper replied indignantly.
"But that's impossible, were clones!" Echo countered.
"Lots of clones are force sensitive." Chopper replied.
"Name one!" Echo demanded.
"You got an active duty roster for the 666th?" Chopper asked. "Cause almost every clone in that battalion if a force sensitive." Echo bit his lower lip.
"All right." he finally said. "If your force sensitive prove it." He looked around the room and pointed to an empty metal box. "Levitate that crate."
Chopper sighed and shook his head in exasperation. "I'm not that kind of force sensitive!" Echo raised his eyebrow. And Chopper pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to fight the returning headache. "How to explain this…" he mumbled then looked up. "Clones… interact with the force in a different way than most species." Echo was silent so Chopper continued. "You see instead of just reading minds and levitating stuff the way Jedi do. we're more… specialized."
"Specialized?" Echo asked skeptically.
"Yes." Chopper replied ignoring Echo's tone of voice. "Take me for example I'm… well I…" He pinched the bridge of his nose again. "I can go into peoples heads make them think or do whatever I want."
"Kind of like those Jedi force suggestions?" Echo offered.
"No, no not really." Chopper said shaking his head. "You see when a Jedi does that there just making you do something you don't want to do. I make youwant to do it."
"What do you mean?" Echo asked no longer looking skeptical.
"I mean… well it's like last night with the others. I didn't just make them act like they thought it was a dream. I made them believe it was a dream." Echo was frowning now deep in thought.
"Ok let's say in some crazy, misguided, proof of my insanity way, I believe you. I still don't understand what happened last night. I mean it was like you guys saw my dream." Chopper sighed.
"There's no easy way to explain this," he mumbled. "You're a force sensitive to."
"Ok now I know you're insane."
"Don't believe me! Than explain your nightmares!" Echo froze.
"That was a one time…"
"Liar!" Chopper accused. "And even if it was a one time thing normal people don't project there nightmares on others like some frickin' interactive home holo-vid!" Echo was quiet for a moment.
"Ok so I have nightmares… allot. that doesn't mean… I mean I'm not…o' force." He froze "god I did not just use that expression!"
"Echo calm down." Chopper instructed smoothly. Echo fell silent. "I'll talk you listen. K?" Echo nodded slowly. Chopper sighed.
"Ok here's how it works." He began to explain. "Like I said before clones are a lot more specialized in the force than most other life forms. We interact with it as individuals, instead of all having the same limitations. Some clones are more powerful than others; some have easier times mastering what they can do. Everyone is different. There are several main groups clone force-sensitives can be put into."
Chopper took a deep breath before continuing. "First there are elementals, who can control different aspects of nature Animals, fire you get the picture. Second we have trackers, which means the force has increased one or more of their natural scenes. Third is physicals basic data-comic powers accelerated strength, speed, telekinesis stuff like that. Fourth is the odds and ends category, which is just about anything that can't be grouped among the others. I've seen everything from making stuff blow up to fazing through walls. Finally we have physics, which is the category you and I fall into. It means we operate on a mental playing field. It varies from simple hypnotic suggestion, to hallucinations. Anything that affects the mind." Echo scrunched his nose.
"You realize this all sounds like something you got out of a cheep halo-film right?" he asked his brother. Chopper sighed and looked tired.
"That's what I said when I first heard about all this, but its true." he replied. There was a moment of silence between the two clones.
"All right so maybe I'm crazy enough to believe you." Echo finally said. "How do I fit into all this?" Chopper smiled at his younger brother making the scars around his eye crinkle.
"You brother seem to have excellent foresight."
"Meaning…" Echo asked impatiently.
"You see the future." Chopper translated. Echo gasped softly.
"No" he whispered. "No, no, no! You're lying! This is all some sick joke you guys are playing on me for freaking out last night! Any minute now Punch is goanna jump out with a holo-cam and shout 'got ya!'" Echo was ranting now. "There just dreams that's all. It's not really goanna happen. That's stuff cant happen!"
"Echo get a grip!" Chopper shouted grabbing his brother's shoulders. Echo stared strait at him but his eyes were unseeing. The younger trooper screamed as if the devil were tearing out his longs and fought to get away from him. Chopper forced Echo to look him in the eye.
The younger mans pupils dilated but he continued to scream both physically and mentally. Chopper found himself once again being pulled deep into the trooper's subconscious. But this time it wasn't a dream. It wasn't even an emotion. It was more like a desire. A desire to kill, to destroy everything that stood in his way of total control, Evil and hatred seemed to bounce off the wall of Echo's scull trying to burrow there way into his consciousness. Chopper felt Echo fighting not only him but the feelings as well. He forced himself out of the younger mans mind and fell back against several crates piled behind him. Echo curled up in a feeble position and began to cry softly biting down on his gloved fist in an attempt to muffle the sound.
"So that's what you meant by the scary part." Chopper said his word barley a whisper. Echo nodded feebly.
"It's the one that always comes back." He whispered. "It's the worst. The others come and go but that one always comes back." He shook more violently. Hot tears streaming down his face. "No one gets it." He whispered softly. "Not cody not Rex not even 5's. O they tried to understand but in the end they just figured I cracked under the pressure. That I couldn't handle the war." Chopper placed a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder.
"I understand." Chopper whispered. "I went through the exact same thing when my powers showed up. Hell I felt like that before my powers showed up." Echo looked up at him wiping the tears from his face. "Life's hard kid." Chopper whispered. "But we carry on. Just think of this as a new mountain to climb."
"A lot of people are goanna die." Echo whispered.
"I know kid." Chopper replied. "I know. But there's always hope you got to believe that." Echo nodded quietly. He gave Chopper a watery smile.
"Aren't you feeling philosophical today," he joked half-heartedly. Chopper gave him another scar crinkling grin.
"Glad your feeling better enough to mock Me." he said jokingly. Chopper glanced at his wrist com. "holy shaak! We were supposed to be on the bridge 5 minutes ago!" he looked at Echo. "You all right?" he asked. The younger man nodded and wiped the rest of the tears out of his eyes before jamming his helmet on his head. The two troopers hurried off in the direction of the bridge.
"Tell anyone I cried and I'll saw off your shebs." Echo informed Chopper as they neared the bridge. Chopper raised his eyebrow.
"Your threatening a guy who can make you spend the rest of your life thinking you're a voorpak?" Chopper asked skeptically.
"Good point." Echo replied. "But if you do that then I wouldn't be able to tell you about the dream I had last week involving you and a certain Pantorans senator." Choppers eyes widened.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked eyeing his brother up and down.
"Lets just say… your goanna need your shebs." Echo replied smugly. Before Chopper could think of a way to reply to that they arrived at the bridge. There conversation was cut short by the sight of Captain Rex, General Skywalker, and Commander Tano arguing in front of about half a dozen clone troopers.
"Well this is going to be interesting." Chopper muttered at he and Echo joined the crowd gathered around the three bickering officers.
Hugh… turned out a lot longer than I thought it would. O well I hope you liked it, please, please, please review! I hope choppers explanation of clone force sensitivity didn't turn out to cheese. Once again any suggestions are appreciated. (And if there is anything specifically wrong with my grammar please tell me I reread this a lot and was extremely careful when righting it but if there is any problems I want to fix them.)