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And We'll Keep Marching On Chapter 7 - Fractures and Cracks

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Gonna...just establish some stuff here real quick.

Apparently, ‘setting up a signal’ wasn’t as simple as making a phone call to a mother ship.

Because apparently, Raven had tried to do that when she first landed in the woods and she hadn’t heard anything.

Which found Mikey sitting on the roof with her, watching as she hooked Scrap up to the old satellite dish in an effort to make the signal stronger.

“Why don’t you guys just use cell phones?”

Raven paused, frowning over her shoulder, “Use what?”

“Uhhhhh,” what had she called it when Mikey showed her his T-Phone? “Communicators?”

“Oh, we do,” Raven turned back to the satellite. “But all of my weapons, equipment and armor were confiscated when I was captured…and all of it is likely destroyed by now.”

“Bummer,” Mikey said. “Soooo, how does giving Scrap over a hundred channels help?”

“The idea is to boost a signal for him,” Raven explained as she finally managed to get the stem on the dish open, revealing a bunch of wires and circuits. “Every droid has a short distance distress beacon built into it, how short that distance is depends on the model. Scrap, since he’s a BD-unit, has a longer reach than the average droid but, since it’s been two weeks with no sign of anyone, it wasn’t enough to reach the Paragon. So if I can use this satellite to bonce the ping off any other satellites in the system, it should reach the Paragon no matter where they are.”

“Cooool,” Mikey nodded along, not fully getting what Raven was trying to do but, hey, she didn’t use as many big complicated words as Donnie did to try and sound smart. “What’s a Paragon?”

“It is the Venator of my battalion.”

Mikey blinked, tilting his head.

Raven glanced over when he didn’t reply, hands still fiddling inside the satellite, “A Venator is a class of starship, specifically a battleship. They are built to be, in essence, a mobile home base for the battalions to operate out off.”

“So it’s a flying Lair?”

“Sure, yeah,” Raven carefully pulled some wires out, twisting them together with some of the ones she’d brought up before patting the spot next to her. Scrap trilled, sitting himself down like a little bird.

Mikey’s beak wrinkled when Raven opened a panel on Scrap’s back, “Does that hurt him?”

“No, not at all. Giving a droid pain receptors would be pretty counter-productive.”

Scrap beeped, ears wiggling happily.

“Ok,” Mikey was silent for a moment, watching as more wires were hooked up to Scrap. “What’re they like?”

“Who?” Raven asked.

“Your friends. Er, brothers? Are all of you on the same ship?”

“No, not all. The GAR has over one million troopers on active duty, the two-forty-fourth only has roughly five-fifty. And it not uncommon for batch-mates to be split up over several positions.”

“Batch-mates?”

“Clones were usually made in units of five hundred, give or take a few if…something happened. The first-gens formed a lot of the vocabulary for how we all refer to each other and ‘batch-mate’ was among the first thing.”

“So…the brothers you’ve mentioned aren’t on your ship.”

“None are my batch-mates, no. But they are my brothers,” she nodded at the collection of wires before holding out a hand. “Could I borrow your…uh, cell phone?”

“Oh, sure,” Mikey handed it over. “So what are your brothers like?”

“There’s Jay, he’s the battalion Commander,” Raven turned the phone a few times, frowning at it. “He tries to act all serious and no-nonsense, but Magpie’s favorite pass time is dragging us ARCs into trouble and Jay doesn't exactly put up much of a fight.”

She seemed to figure the phone out. Mikey frowned when the screen went black and lines of numbers started to scroll down the screen.

…well, if something broke, he was pretty sure Donnie could fix it.

Raven kept talking as she worked, “And Crow is technically an honorary ARC. He’s a Medic so he can’t get ranks like that but he usually gets put with us since he’s the lead medic.”

“So, he’d fix Leo?” Mikey asked.

Raven nodded and tapped at the phone, “Yeah. Even if he wasn’t the lead medic, he’s the only one who’s done extra training with surgery and post-op care. And General Ader would probably insist that you all stay on the Paragon until Leonardo was back to full health.”

“They’d let us do that?” Mikey asked. “Aren’t you guys fighting a war?”

Raven hesitated, “We’re…technically operating independently at the moment.”

Mikey tipped his head again, curiosity now fully peaked.

Raven paused again, glancing at Scrap before going back to the phone, “About…five years ago, we were assigned to track down a group of mercenaries that had stolen these things called kyber crystals. We…still aren’t fully sure what happened but one minute we’re dropping out of hyperspace to assist Commander Verd, the next we were drifting in unknown space and running on emergency power.”

“Whoa,” Mikey whistled.

“Yeah, whoa. We managed to fix the Paragon, did some exploring, figured out we couldn’t make contact with the Republic so we’ve just been helping with smaller scale conflicts while we try and figure out how to get back.”

“Why don’t you do the thing you’re doing with Scrap?”

“We did,” Raven nodded to Scrap. “But nothing we tried has made contact so far. So, yeah, you could all stay on the Paragon until Leo is patched up and ready for redeployment.”

“Cool,” Mikey peered over her shoulder to watch the numbers scrolling down his phone screen. “What’s your boss like?”

“General Ader?”

Mikey hummed, “Is she that thing you called April? Force-senative?”

“Yup. She’s a Jedi, all the GAR generals are Jedi. They have this connection to the Force that gives them abilities like telekinesis, telepathy, and heightened awareness just to name a few.”

Mikey gasped, stars in his eyes, “So your leader is a space wizard?”

Raven paused, “...yeah. She’s a space wizard.”

“Cooool.”

Raven chuckled, tapping out a long string of numbers before turning to Scrap, “Alright, send the ping.”

Scrap beeped, antennae flipping straight up in the air and little body trembling lightly.

Mikey watched, expecting to see some kind of indicator that the signal was sending.

But both human and robot sat in silence for a minute.

Raven frowned and put another string of numbers into the phone, “What the kriff?”

“What?” Mikey asked.

Raven hummed, tapping furiously at the screen, then seeming to catch herself and breathe in deeply, “Do you happen to know the range this can get?”

“Uhhhhhhhhh,” Mikey blinked. “That’s a Donnie question.”

“Ah, right,” Raven turned back to the phone.

“....do you want me to get him…?”

“He didn’t seem happy with the decision to let me contact the Paragon. I doubt he’ll want to help me do that.”

“Phs, he’s just grumpy ‘cause he hasn’t slept in a while,” Mikey stood on the roof, stretching both arms over his head until his spine gave a satisfying pop. “I’ll go get him for you!”

“Wait, Mikey-”

Nope! His mind was made up. He didn’t know exactly why Donnie hadn’t voted to call in some help but he’d been outvoted so he had to help Raven set up her cell signal thingy.

So he launched himself off the roof without waiting to see what Raven wanted to say. He landed into a roll down the porch cover, slowing his momentum enough to do a clean flip and land perfectly on the muddy ground. He spun around, beaming up at Raven and waving, “Just hang for a bit dude! I’ll be back in no time!”

Raven didn’t verbally reply…and he couldn’t see her face from the ground. So he gave one last wave before trotting towards the barn.

Donnie had pretty much moved into it, in Mikey’s option, only coming back inside to check on Leo. Which sucked because Mikey wanted all his bros close by…just in case.

He didn’t know in case of what but he knew he felt better when all his bro’s were under the same roof.

Plus, it was a lot colder on the surface then it was in the sewers. He was pretty sure mutant turtles weren’t supposed to stay in the cold for long spans of time.

Maybe he could convince Donnie to come inside after he helped Raven? He hadn’t been kidding when he told Raven that his brainy bro hadn’t slept in a while. Donnie would come in for naps and go right back outside to do…whatever his project was now. Always gone before anyone was up and back after everyone went to bed.

So, get Donnie to help Raven, then maybe Raven could help him convince Donnie to take a nap. Or they could get Scrap to knock him out.

But when he got close to the barn, he frowned.

There was talking coming from the cracked door. And not the usual back and forth that Casey and Donnie had been doing lately.

Nooo, that was definitely April’s voice coming from the barn. Which was odd, since April never went into the barn.

Mikey slowed his pace, almost tip-toeing up to the door to listen in.

“-what is with you? Why did you vote no?” April’s voice sounded mad. “You’re the smartest one here, if anyone should’ve suggested having Raven call help it should have been you!”

“Clearly my option doesn’t hold much weight. I technically didn’t get to vote.” Huh, Mikey wasn’t used to Donnie sounding so…short with April. He usually tripped and tumbled over every other word and wormed in as much terrible flirting and flattery as he could.

Than again…Mikey couldn’t really remember the last time Donnie had gone full ‘heart-eyed babbling dumb-dumb’ when he talked about April.

“Why are you being stubborn about this?” April huffed. “We have a way to actually get Leo help and you wanted to pass it up?”

Mikey peeked into the barn in time to see Donnie spin around to glare, actually glare, at April!

“As much as I hate to admit it, Casey had a point. We are banking solely on you reading her mind to know if everything she said was the truth and we already know she has a way to completely lock you out of her head.”

“I saw her memories, I felt the things she was feeling, I could sense that she was telling the truth! What more proof do you want?”

“Yes, let us rely completely on your powers that you just got a few months ago, which, by the way, have a worse track record than Mikey’s cooking experiments.”

Oh, okay, ouch…but also, what?

“My- you- my powers are not unreliable!”

“Whether or not you can sense danger changes almost everyday, you’ve had random outbursts that break things more often than not, oh, and you conveniently didn’t notice the Kraang in your school until you brought him to our home!”

Oookay, Donnie was doing that thing, the thing where his tone got angrier and angrier the longer he rambled. And…okay, the inconsistencies with April’s powers weren’t fair but Mikey kinda agreed that April never sensing something off about her friend was weird. And she knew the rule about bringing other people to the Lair-

“You’re seriously holding that over me?! I’d known Irma for-”

“I. Don’t. Care.” Donnie gritted out each word, slowly standing up from his chair. “You want me to use my brain? Here’s what I know. We have no concrete evidence that anything good will come from calling down more aliens. Raven is clearly not the Kraang but what if her people are willing to trade us to the Kraang for resources? Or to keep the Kraang off their planet? Or maybe they’ll be just like every other human here and just lock us away like lab rats. Or maybe she just figured out how to trick you so she can escape and leave us high and dry and still in the exact same spot!”

Mikey jaw dropped in shock. Partly because of how harsh Donnie was being but also because he never thought he’d ever see Donnie yelling at April.

Clearly, she didn’t either because she was slowly backing away as Donnie ranted on, “I have been helping Leo! I patched him up and got him stable! I have been handling everything related to his care since we got here! I don’t need help from some random alien person who just showed up out of nowhere that we all suddenly trust for some reason!”

Donnie was breathing hard, glaring down at April and growling, too low for a human to pick up but Mikey could hear it plain as day.

Man, Donnie must be pretty upset if he was growling like that.

April stood, frozen as the silence rang between them.

Mikey almost missed when she muttered, “She figured out Leo’s leg was broken before you did.”

And…no, Mikey cringed when she said that because he knew how torn up Donnie had been about that. Why did she say that?

The effect on Donnie was instant. The anger on his face fell, leaving a slack, shocked expression. It was only there for a second but if Mikey saw it, April definitely did too. Then it was gone and Donnie's face was a mask of indifference as he spun around and sat back at the bench.

April seemed to realize her misstep, because she started to follow, lifting a hand, “Wait, Donnie, I-”

“No, that was fair,” Donnie murmured, dragging a stand full of vials closer to himself. “I was out of line. Now we’re even.”

“No, Donnie-”

“I have stuff I want to do. Alone.”

“I’m-”

Donnie growled again, this time at a tone humans could hear.

It worked because April suddenly jerked back.

Mikey could feel how tense the silence was.

And then she spun around with a sound of frustration and headed for the door.

Mikey squeaked, scrabbling out of the way and diving around the corner of the barn. He listened to April stomping by, peering out to watch her retreating back as she returned to the house, slamming the door when she went inside.

And now, he faced a very serious dilemma.

Raven needed to know the range of her improvised super cell phone, and Donnie probably knew what that meant and what she needed to know.

But Donnie had just had a fight with April. April! If something bothered him enough to snap at her, Mikey didn’t stand a chance.

…unless he pulled out the baby brother privilege!

Mind made up, Mikey stepped out of his hiding place and matched into the barn.

Donnie was bent over the old workbench that was now doubling as a lab table. He’d dug up lab equipment from somewhere, where Mikey had no clue because he was pretty sure Donnie hadn’t brought any of it from the Lair. A few had multi-colored liquids in them and, when Mikey got close enough, he saw a very large canister was also taking up surface space.

“Whhhhy do you have mutagen?”

Donnie startled, head whipping around, “Jeeez, Mikey.”

“Dude, I wasn’t even sneaking.”

Donnie huffed and turned back to his test tubes. “What do you want Mike?”

“Well I was gonna ask you something but now I wanna know about this,” Mikey started to reach out to poke the mutagen canister.

Donnie’s hand snaked out and effectively blocked his hand, “Do not touch.”

“Are you making more anti-mutagen stuff?”

“Nope,” Donnie pulled up a vial, tapping the side. “I’m making something to help Leo!”

“Uhhhh,” Mikey looked from the vial to the mutagen, the back to the tube. “I thought doubling up on mutagen was bad? Like when I got shellacne.”

“You messed around with an experimental compound without any testing,” Donnie muttered. “I am using my expansive knowledge about mutagen and our mutation to create the perfect solution to all our problems! If I can isolate the right chemical compounds in mutagen that regenerate cells and adjust the ratios before combining it with the right cocktail of vitamins, anti-inflammatories and anabolics, I can have Leo back to full health in less than a month!”

“Uhhh,” Mikey reached out to poke at the mutagen again. “With the ooze?”

Donnie smacked his hand away again, “We don’t need anyone else, I can fix this! I’ve already given a list of the medications I need to Casey and he assured me that he would go to the closest town soon. Once I have all the right materials I can create a compound to accelerate Leo’s healing! No unknown alien races needed!” He looked up at the last sentence, grinning widely up at Mikey. “See! I can fix this! I can fix everything so we don’t need to take any risks!”

Aaaand his eye was doing that twitchy thing. The one that happened when Donnie started going full mad scientist because he hadn’t been sleeping enough.

“Dude, I think you need a nap…in a bed.”

Donnie scoffed, turning back to his chemicals, “No I don’t, I need to finish this. Preferably before your ‘friend’ calls down her friends.”

“....why do you not want Raven to call help? She was just telling me about the doctor on her team, he’s her brother! Actually…I think all the clones are technically siblings?”

“Clearly not,” Donnie waved a hand. “She’s a girl, and brother indicates that some of these clones received their genetic material from a man. Ergo, these Kamanoians used a large number of donors to create their army, likey sourcing a number of different people with varying skill sets to cut down on the time needed to tamper with the DNA. Plus, how confusing would it be if they all had the same base doner? You could never keep them all straight if they all looked the same…but then again, she does have tattoos, perhaps that was how they would tell each other apart? Or maybe it’s a ranking system! The stripes could be-”

“Dude!” Mikey interrupted. “Okay, seriously, when was the last time you slept? You’re going off on tangents.” Mikey tugged at Donnie’s mask, making him squawk indignantly. “And you’re trying to make medicine outta ooze? And you snapped at April! Since when do you snap at April?”

The mention of April made Donnie freeze, which meant Mikey had the perfect opportunity to pull his mask down.

He couldn’t help but hiss at the dark circles under Donnie’s eyes, “Dude, just an fyi? I don’t think a few hours every nigh counts as ‘sleeping’.”

“I’ve been sleeping!” Donnie snapped back. “But I’ve also been working! The house needs work before winter sets in, the heating still isn’t working as well as it could be and it’s going to get cold up here. I would also like to add a heating system to the barn so I can keep working in here, then there’s insulating the water pipes or they’ll burst on us, making sure we have wood in case the central heat fails, I need to do a lot more experimentation with the mutagen medicine, especially when Casey gets the things I need, and I have to make sure all the electricals are sealed against any potential water damage-”

“Bro, you already did most of that.”

“I did a quick checks that were, in no way, meant to be long-term fixes. Of course, I can’t do most of those until someone goes into town for more supplies and I still have a few places to scavenge from. So in the meantime, I can work on this!” He gestured to the work table.

Mikey frowned, crossing his arms, “You know, I asked you why’d you snap at April.”

“Did you?” Donnie blinked. Very, very purposely.

Mikey frowned harder, “Aren’t you, like, all goo-goo eyes for her? How little sleep have you gotten that you’re not even thinking about running to make up things?” Not that Mikey thought he should. They both had said things but, honestly, Donnie was always the one reaching out when he and April had spats. It was way past her turn.

Donnie huffed, leaning away from Mikey as he snatched and retired his mask. He crossed his arms, eyes turning down to stare the the floor, “...I haven’t felt like that in a while.”

“Wha- Seriously?” Mikey knew Donnie hadn’t been as star-struck but he’d thought- “But you’re crazy about her!”

“Yeah, I was but-” Donnie sighed, entire body suddenly slumping. “I don’t know. I guess for a while I was just…seeing what I liked about her. But…when she stopped talking to us?”

Oh, Mikey remembered that. Donnie had been super depressed for days when April said she never wanted to see them again.

Donnie sighed again, rubbing his face, “Yeah, well, I don’t know but when she did finally start coming back things were… different? I don’t really know but I didn’t feel the same. I still liked her but the feeling wasn’t as strong. And then when the powers started…”

He trailed off but Mikey nodded. He couldn’t really deny that April had gotten kinda…pushy after they found she had powers, especially with Donnie.

“Soooo,” Mikey tilted his head curiously. “You don’t have a crush on her anymore?”

“No Mikey, I don’t have a crush on April anymore.”

“And you’ve slept in an actual bed in the last seven days, right?”

Donnie gave Mikey a flat look, “I thought we were having a heart-to-heart.”

“We can do that later,” Mikey reached up, poking between Donnie’s eyes. “But your eyebags have eyebags dude.”

Donnie growled, a deep turtle-y growl.

“See? You need some sleep bro.”

He seized Donnie’s arm, pulling his brother out of the chair. Donnie growled again and tried to pull his limb back.

Mikey just tightened his hold. His brothers always forgot how strong he actually was, which worked out great for him in training. And in dragging Donnie to bed when Leo couldn’t do it.

But they both paused when Mikey shoved open the barn door.

Because in the time Mikey had been in the barn, it had started to snow. Fat flakes of white drifted down and, while many melted as soon as they touched anything solid, small piles had started to form on the ground.

And Mikey couldn’t help feeling sad. Because this was their first winter on the surface. He’d always dreamed about it, experiencing a snowfall topside, playing in the snow that wasn’t melted enough to slide down a grate or in tiny drifts.

He didn’t think they’d be able to experience snow in broad daylight…and he wasn’t sure if he liked all the reasons why they could at the moment.

But he had other things to worry over right now. Plus, Leo was awake so maybe he’d be well enough to enjoy the snow with them when it actually started collecting on the ground.

So he kept tugging Donnie along towards the house, intent on making sure he made it to bed and stayed there.

And completely forgetting the clone watching the scene from the roof.

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Sorry to any Apriltello shipers who thought I was gonna fix this! But the show just kinda....spoiled that ship for me. Plus, I don't think April and Donnie really...click.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #lone hunter and turtle #tmnt au #fanfic #oc

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spacerocksarethebestrocks · 2 years

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I've just learned the meaning of the word "carrion" in english and it completely changed the vibe of your medic OC in my head, I can now see why shinies could be intimidated before meeting him. The sentence "welcome to the Coruscant Guard, please wait for your new chief medical officer Rotting Flesh to come do your first check up" would certainly upset me.

(I first thought that it was just a word play with "carry on")

This made my fucking day. In truth, I came up with the name Carrion out of a fic I liked at the time but have since fallen out of love with for various reasons. But he sort of became my own character, and although the two clone ocs share the same name, they are very different. Also Carrion gets shortened to Carrie a lot.

My Carrion named himself such because he thinks corvids (magpies, ravens, carrion crows) are very cool but didn't want to name himself after an animal, because "only losers have animal names". This he says while looking Fox dead in the eye whenever possible.

And yeah, he thought it would be intimidating as hell, but he's not gonna admit that out loud to anyone.

#madz speaks #but does anyone listen #fic was spilled red wine which i referenced in the notes of the first chapter of cficf #at least im pretty sure i did

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lost-on-kamino · 2 years

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6 hours

A lot can happen in 6 hours, especially to a family -Order 66, from Dove’s perspective- <Welcome to Avis Squadron and how things slowly turn for the worst... Harpy is Deaf and I kinda used BSL to work for him>

6 hours

The Bridge was quiet for once, allowing the Lieutenant to breathe a little easier. They had reduced fighters due to the amount destroyed during the Battle of Coruscant; that Crow had counted, but they still had the numbers for the next battle they needed to engage with.

Dove stood firm, despite the itchy uniform as she watched the stars go past.

Harpy had gone to get them Caf while another Officer, Filter, had gone to get Sabacc cards. Dove hadn’t been the best at the game, but she did have her secret weapon after all.

She would work it out through their emotional projections.

The tense smile hiding a bubbling sense of excitement meant they were happy with their cards while a bluff may be easily called out with a worried twitch in their mind. General Tuteru had been helping her through it after discovering the young Lieutenant had been suppressing such abilities at a young age. She had theorised that she had been a youngling given up by a Jedi parent… and finding out from her Uncle, Ald; that would have been her mother. As for her father? No idea.

Dove shook her head, brushing the bangs from her face. They were getting longer again, she’d need to ask Duck to cut them for her if he was next available. Her head glanced as Filter walked in with a smile. The Clone seemed more awake than ever, moving to sit down quietly and passed the mug over. Dove gave him her thanks as he looked over.

He straightened up in her direction and his thumbs tapped his chest twice before moving his hand to his face, making a pecking motion.

Ready, Pigeon?

Dove snorts with a grin as she leans forward. She taps her thumbs to her chest in return as Filter scrambles in, offering a quick peck on the cheek to Harpy, who beamed as she sat down and shuffled the cards. They heard the scrambling feet as what appeared to be Duck, Goose and Robin ran into the Bridge, squabbling with one another.

“Hey Dove! Going to lose your game again? Do you want any help?” Duck grinned as Goose peered around Harpy’s hand of cards, the older of the four slouching in an effort to hide his cards.

Dove sighs.

“I will if I have you three causing distractions!” She grumbles, but with a warm grin. Robin thinks for a moment before perking up.

“Oh! Magpie needed you for something. Asked if you could go as soon as you could before your patrols.” Robin commented as the twins groaned as Harpy chuckled softly and Filter looked over. “I’ll just win in your honour instead. We girls gotta stick together.” Filter nudged her head as Harpy brought his hand in front and waved it away from him.

Go.

Dove’s shoulder slumped, but she knew better than to argue with the cook. “Alright… But you two better win…” Dove narrowed her eyes. “I know you two have something planned for you 2 years of dating in this damn war.”

Filter only smiled. “What makes you say that?” Harpy only leaned his head on his partner as she took his hand and brushed his knuckles. Dove slowly stood up, downing her caf in one gulp before slowly moving off the bridge, towards what her next job would be.

5 hours

Magpie was grumbling to himself, brushing strands of long black and white hair from his face as he stared down at his latest patient as Dove walked in. Kite hid sheepishly in the med-bay’s covers as he stared up at his brother.

“Dove help! The crazy Medic says I need walking exercises again for my legs!” Kite called out as Magpie glanced over.

“He does! His legs need adjusting and I only barely caught him because of Kestrel! Bloody Clone tried to blow himself up again, adjusting his starfighter!” Magpie returned fire as Kite grumbled, Kestrel making himself known as he nodded his head towards the Lieutenant.

The Arc Trooper was always lurking around the mad pilot that was Kite. Mostly to keep an eye on him and to ensure he didn’t blow up the hanger in trying to make himself faster.

“He does need adjustments,” Kestrel points out as Dove turns to Kite. “I’d say let Magpie take a look… He knows best” Dove reasoned with the Pilot who grumbles. “He’s going to steal my legs-“

“No I won’t!” Magpie flushed and swatted Kite who cackled. Magpie always had the habit of picking things up… even if it wasn’t his… Considered by his bunk were buckets of paint belonging to other battalions and groups… Comms… The list somewhat went on… If someone was missing something, it was the first place to check.

Dove pinched the bridge of her nose as she glanced at Kite.

“Please. We need you fit in case one of the other battalions calls us… the 332nd are in Mandalore and they may need help despite our current location… that or the 104th in Cato Neimoidia.” Kite thought for a moment before sighing. “Fine! But Kestrel gets to hold my legs.”

The Arc Trooper shrugged but turned to Magpie who grumbled and eventually agreed.

“Speaking of… Magpie, what did you need me for?” Magpie blinked before moving to his desk, grabbing hold of a bundle of Datapads while almost tripping over his chair.

“I got… those reports of men lost during the Battle of Coruscant. I need the Commander to sign these off”

Dove frowned at the amount. “Ah…” She glanced at Magpie. Obviously the medic had skimmed through the files and had scribbled down that they had been K.I.A before sending it to Crow to finish off.

“Sure I’ll take em…”

Magpie’s smile didn’t reach its full potential as Dove scooped up the pile, Kite having fallen silent. “I still have more to complete, but if you could give Crow a head start…”

Kite looked over. “Hey Mags, want me to help with that? I mean… I ain’t doing much now.” The engineer of the brothers commented as Magpie turned back towards him.

“…Me too,” Kestrel smiled. “While we sort out this idiot.”

“Hey! I thought we were having a moment!”

Dove left the Medbay quickly before Kite and Magpie could squabble once more. The two had come together after losing their Batchmates and despite the small fights, it was obvious to others that they cared for each other in their own way. Kite only wanted Magpie to not get grey hair despite the Clone’s intention to salt and pepper his hair anyway, and Magpie had hovered ever since Kite lost his legs, gaining replacements thank to Kestrel. The Clone always wanted to go faster… which left many marks in the hanger.

3 hours She found Crow, head down on his desk with data pads littering his room as she sighed. The Commander had probably fallen asleep after processing the lost clones due to the previous battle. She had been surprised the General had not been here, considering how close she could tell the two were slowly going.

They were going to wait until after the war to date. So they could properly get to know one another without the looming threats. Dove smiles warmly at the thought before moving over to pick up Crow’s favoured blanket from his bed and moved it over the Clone Commander. It had been a gift from one of the civilians rescued during one of their dogfights, and Crow had treasured it massively. He took it off on shore leave and back to the command ship when needed, it had certainly become a comfort item to the commander when he was off duty.

She put Magpie’s records on the side away as she sighs. Something in her gut told her this feeling wasn’t going away so easily… maybe she would visit Magpie to get knocked out and sleep it off. But she needed to be back on the Bridge to meet with the General… But maybe she could convince Tuteru to allow Crow to sleep in… the bags under his eyes only grew deeper and they weren’t from Twin watching.

Dove decided to leave him be. The Commander deserved some rest, especially after looking out for their Flock. Macaw had walked in just as she was leaving, greeting her as he paused at the sight of their drooling Commander surrounded by Datapads.

“I’ll help him and forge his signature… saves him the time.” The newest Arc Trooper commented with a smile as he continued, sitting on the floor and grabbing a pen.

Dove smiled.

“Just make sures he sleeps. Otherwise Magpie will kill him before the war ends.”

1 hour

She found their General, an older Pantorian Lady by the name of Chora Tuteru, meditating in the training rooms of their old Venator. Dove found herself slowly walking over before perching on a mat. The General chuckled as she nodded her head in Dove’s direction..

“Seems like you’ve had an adventure walking here.” Tuteru smiles warmly, sending a wave of comforting energy as Dove slouches, throwing off her Officer’s jacket. “Well… They can be them off the field… But I think the recent battle’s have stirred them. I can feel their tension.”

Tuteru opened her eyes and glanced towards Dove.

“You seem to be getting better at your senses, Though we do need to work on your own projections…”

Dove winces. Of course she projected. She’s untrained… that’s why they had these sessions…

“Dove.”

Dove froze as she paused.

“Sorry.”

“…Walk with me, Little Bird.” Tuteru smiled as she stood up, helping the Lieutenant up before exiting the Training room. Macaw had joined them along their walk as small chatter filled the room, Crow had woken up and asked for a caf which Macaw said he’d grab. Walks had helped, the familiar rumbling and the safety net of her family reassuring her… that

It was alright.

Tick-

Tock-

Tick-

Ex—t- -rd—6-

The general collapsed briefly.

Dove ran to her side, but then it hit her. Overwhelming pain, screams of the damned. Raw emotions of Betrayed! Deception! Beware!

Think of the children- Her heart swelled before she too stumbled. Then it happened too suddenly. Macaw had turned and aimed his blaster-

Tuteru had force pushed him into the wall before Dove quickly shut the blast door. The two glanced at one another in confusion.

Another door opened.

More clones came. Blasters raised.

Kestrel was next, Dove stunned him and quickly cuffed him to another clone as Tuteru trapped the rest behind a sealed door. Magpie and Kite had been locked in the Medbay as far as she was aware. The Comms were a mess.

There was confusion, anger, crying and begging.

But Dove could not feel anything from the ones she called Brother.

It was like they were gone. Silenced. The Force did not know where they’d be, nor did she.

Her private line went off; Filter cursed.

“Dove? Are you there?”

Dove responded with a shaky hello.

“The Clones have gone off! Said something about an Order, nothing that Harpy didn’t know about. But we’re holding them off the bridge! He’s just finishing off the other clones here and making sure they don’t cause trouble! Is the General with you?”

“I am.”

“What do we do? We have wounded but of course the Med-bay isn’t available and, Hey Duck! Do not chew through those- Kriffing Idiot! You’re going to get shocked!”

Dove heard cursing from what she assumed was Duck, calling them out to be traitors for hiding the Jedi.

“I don’t know what’s happening… But We’ll try and get through to you.”

“No time, We have no way out and currently we’re in the middle of a fight for our lives ourselves.”

“Halliday, I am sending you orders.” The General commented after a bit. “I’ll take Dove and we’ll see what other damages… and if we can, send anyone in the crossfire to the Escape Pods.”

“Understood… and good Luck… Harpy is wishing he kissed our kid goodbye, I hope… he’s safe…” Filter mumbled weakly before the line cut, and explosion followed behind, shaking the ship. Dove looked to her General who seemed distraught, but sent a calming wave towards Dove before looking down the Corridor.

“Let us proceed.”

Dove and Tuteru ran along, trying to avoid the corridors of clones. It was safer that way then to engage, due to the numbers compared to the amount of Natborns on the ship. That was when Crow had spotted then, charged and knocked Dove hard into the wall as Tuteru moved to grapple with the Clone Commander. So far, all clones had their buckets on, had… nothing inside, as if their lights had been flushed out. Dove had pulled her blaster out and fired rounds of stun bolts, finally knocking the Commander out after the 4th. Tuteru grunted as she pushed the Clone off of her.

“Are you okay…?”

“A bit sore… but I’ll live… I just… don’t feel anything. Its cold… Scared…” Dove mumbled as Tuteru held her cheeks, looking over her. The general was certainly the closest she had to a mother figure, and Dove was scared. She had somehow lost her brothers… Would she end up losing her mother too? She felt a small pinch at her neck.

Was that a stim…?

Tuteru moved over, supporting the Lieutenant as the two ladies ran through the Venator. More and more, the cries were stopping and were eventually silenced. Dove felt herself losing the battle to stay away. Maybe Crow had knocked her head too much against the durasteel walls, because she swore she was in the Pod bay…

Why was Tuteru putting her in one…? Were they running…?

Wait… why…?

She felt her body being strapped in as Tuteru smiled sadly.

“Dove. You need to live. Continue for the Flock… I need to get to Filter and Harpy… But we have a plan… You just need to survive.”

“But… Gen…” Dove murmured as she tried to get a grip of her senses. What was with her? Her emotions flooded with fear against Tuteru’s slowly glowing core, who was sending reassuring waves in return.

“Dove… please.” And that’s all Tuteru left it at. The Pantoran slowly exited the Pod as Dove reached up to pull at the belts. Why? She suddenly heard a saber ignite and one voice she could assume as Crow’s own, calling to kill the Jedi as the pod shut behind her. And then she was gone. The Pod launched into the voice, turning and flipping wildly as Dove tried to get control against her drowsy body. The escape vehicle had just spun enough for Dove to watch as her Home, Her mother figure and what remained of her family dive into Hyperspace.

And away from her.

+24 hours

It had been 24 hours since the change in her friends, 24 hours since the one she could consider her mother was now lost again to the Stars.

Did Chora survive? Did Crow kill her? What of the other Natborns?

Did Harpy and Filter hold out on the Bridge?

She hoped they did.

The Escape pod drifted in open space. Dove hadn’t found the energy to try anything yet, Just no will to proceed. She simply sat on the floor, lost in her thoughts and pounding emotions which threatened to bubble up.

She had the comm channel on briefly, The Senate was broadcasting that all Jedi were traitors. The Clones… had executed them.

Palpatine had been granted emergency powers for the attack. Dove had shut it off after hearing Palpatine. It wasn’t true… She knew her brothers… they weren’t like that.

They made her feel welcome. They gave her name… Made her feel like one of them despite her own background. And she desperately wanted her family back.

+80 hours

She hadn’t counted the hours, or even days. She had focused on what little she had to keep the ship operational, barely using the equipment while waiting. But for what? Why was she waiting? The Pod creaked at her. She glanced up and put a hand to the side of the ship. Maybe it was time to end. She knew her stomach was gnawing at her, the small container of rations stared at her. She needed to eat, she would eventually.

Or she could just… not.

Not care anymore.

Wait for her end.

She didn’t see the approaching ship on her lonely pod. Nor did she mind.

After all, her family?

Was gone.

#Star Wars #The Clone Wars #tcw #swtcw #Dove #Chora Tuteru #Commander Crow #Avis Squadron #clone oc #jedi oc

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peppermint-whiskers · 2 years

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Here he is, the disaster child!

Okay so basically I dreamed up this sniper who insists on using a bow because "how hard could it be??" I don't remember what happened after that, but I imagine he shot himself in the foot lmao

Anyway I share this with the discord because obviously I need everyone to know about this random clone who thinks he can shoot a bow because he's the b e s t uwu And a friend in the discord adopted him into their cupid clone trooper oc group, we gave a name to a new medic (because Fletch needs medical supervision at all times, he's so accident prone, and the medic's name is Heartbeat), and now we have joint custody of this accident prone, dumbass, magpie of a sniper

He likes light sabers and makes it his life mission to steal Hyacinth's (my friend's cupid oc; he has a light saber lmao). He justs wants to touch 😩

Anyway Fletch isn't allowed to have his bow outside active combat. He'll do trickshots or something ://

#my art #pepper's art #traditional art #prismacolors #fanart #clone ocs #clone trooper ocs #star wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars fanart #the clone wars fanart #long post #kinda?#it's longer than my usual ones in any case #anyway i love fletch so much he is my disaster child and he is right up there with rat pack #10/10 would smooch #fletch (oc)

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capricornrabies · 3 years

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Ask box open for Clones

I’m opening my ask box for my clone Beans, you can ask them questions directly (by using “ “)or ask for information about them. This one will just be Raven’s beans, the others plus commandos will come later

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The 812th - The flock

Star crusier: The Haunting

General:

-Raven addair

Commander :

- Birdsong aka ‘Birdie’

ARC Troopers:

- Goose

- Crane

- Vulture

- Longclaw

- Lyre (belongs to @meshlamando )

Medics:

- Puffin

- Frogmouth

- Tyrant

Troopers:

- Crow

- Dove

- Magpie

- Robin

- Kookaburra

- Owl

- Finch

- Gull

- Falcon

- Starling

- Toucan

- Cassowary

- Penguin

- Fire-eye

- Argus

- Plover

- Swan

- Barbet

- Pigeon

- Jacamar

- Sunbird

- Shrike

- Oriole

- Jay

- Monarch

- Lark

- Thrash

- HummingBird

- Sparrow

- Blackbird

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The 371st

Star crusier: The willful

General:

- Redacted

- Raven Addair

Commander:

- Mustang

ARC troopers:

- Winx

- Trojan

- Goliath

Medics:

- Gypsy

- Pegasus

- Whisper

Troopers:

- Dancer

- Eclipse

- Lucky

- Tanya

- Duke

- Azul

- Stardust

- Chess

- Diablo

- Maximus

- Lightning

- Frost

- Ruin

- Spirit

#OCS #Clone OCS #clone troopers #Clone Medics #ARC troopers #Clone Commanders #The Flock #812th #371st #My OCS #TCW #The Clone Wars #My writing #ask box open #Star wars #Capricorn's Clones

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chiiwifruit · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Pokemon GO, And The World Will Turn To Ash - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Blanche (Pokemon), Noire (Pokemon: And the World Will Turn to Ash), Natsume | Sabrina, Willow-hakase | Professor Willow, Spark (Pokemon), Candela (Pokemon), Original Characters, Grisaille Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Clones, medical setting, Team Cipher, Severe Physical Scarring, Physical Deformity, traumatized child, Human Experimentation (mention), Blood and Injury, Violence, Family Feels, Character with disordered eating and disordered sleep, Child Abuse, Character Death Series: Part 2 of Classified: Clones of the Beast Summary:

Months after Merle's disappearance, Sabrina finally tracks them to Coumarine City in Kalos. Noire and Blanche go with her to confront Magpie and Sparrow, and are immediately recruited for a mission at a remote Cipher outpost to rescue more clones. A continuation of Birds of a Feather.

Based off Chibiwriter's fic Shades of___ and Surfacage's comic And the World Will Turn to Ash and probably won't make sense unless you've read both of those works. Grisaille is used with Chibiwriter's permission.

#we flock together #birds of a feather #pokemon go #noire #blanche #merle #sabrina #sparrow #magpie #pokemon #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic

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fereality-indy · 6 years

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Transformers wish list

I was bored yesterday and when I get bored I begin to speculate and mentally create. A post on TFW2005 had me thinking about underused characters and new molds. So I came up with this list.

10 Transformers I'd loved to see get new sculpts and my choices for their altmodes. Of course I know licenses would be fun, so maybe the altmodes would be 'Inspired' by these then.

Autobots:

1. Glyph - Xeno-geological scientist

Though she started out as a Bumblebee clone, the lil blue scientist deserves a mold of her own. Maybe she would come with a hunk of unrefined 'Energon' as an accessory.

Her new alt mode is a Uniti One, 2018. A Swedish crowd-funded electric car. Done in a royal blue with white highlights/pinstripes.

2. Pincher - Chemical Engineer

The Autobots can always use more scientists (even of the mad variety) and in their constant need for energon a chemical engineer would be perfect. His former altmode was a scorpion, but there are too many Decepticon scorpions so here we go. He can keep the pincher hands and have a beaker as an accessory.

His altmode is Buick Regal TourX station wagon. In honor of his former Pretender shell his altmode would be done in a yellow with teal highlights (roof, door handles, mirrors, etc)

3. Bumper - Scout

The Bumblebee fanboy would get a chance to shine on his own.

For his altmode I chose an Audi S1. Change the yellow to white and there ya go.

4. Quickshadow - Intelligence

Redcue Bots intelligence officer comes to the main line.

Her altmode is an Audi TT Coupe. With a silvery white paint job steering wheel on the right side (UK style).

5. Minerva - Medic

I know she recently got a new Headmaster figure in Japan, but I want at least a commander size figure in the US. And this also would give Ratchet a break. Give her a pair of defibrillator looking pads as weapons/medical equipment.

Her altmode is a LADA Largus, a Russian station wagon esque vehicle. Why a Russian car, well i came across it while looking for vehicles and liked rhe look. I could easily see this done in her paint job and being used as an ambulance in rural areas.

Decepticons:

1. Scowl - Werewolf/Lycan warrior

Like his fellow Pretender Monster Icepick, Scowl is just too good of a name/character to leave alone. His robo-mode would still have Werewolf features, but would no longer be a little square block.

His alt mode is a Chrysler Portal electric minivan. Ok so it's just blocky enough to be a small rib at his former figure.

2. Greasepit - Saboteur/Resource Procurement

Though his Micromaster altmode was that of a monster truck, I feel he would be better suited (as a conman and as a saboteur to have a speedier/quieter altmode). Maybe come with a gaspump that turns into his weapon as a homage to his old gas station set.

His altmode is a Plymouth/Chrysler Prowler. Silver grey paint job.

3. Filch - Thief

RID2015 had this theif as a magpie alt mode and well I thought a plane to magpie would be interesting.

Her altmode is an OV-10 Bronco Light Attack Plane in all black

4. Gutcruncher - Scrap metal salesman

The unscrupulous former Action Master needs a nice altmode to carry off all the scrapmetal from the battle field.

His altmode is Fiat Toro in a green, gold, and grey color scheme.

5. Nightracer - Sniper

I'd love a mainstream release of this character.

Her new alt mode is a Citrogen GT painted in her normal color scheme of black with blue pinstripes.

#transformers ideas #transformers #wishlist #real cars

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braindamageforbeginners · 6 years

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Medication

Well, I can’t put it off any more, I have to write about those familiar, controversial Western medical bugaboos, pain medication and psychiatric meds. There are a helluva lot of issues here, and this is almost entirely an opinion/anecdotal piece, since it’s going to be a commentary about opinion (so, an opinion squared?), and I’ll be doing my usual crazed magpie topic-selection of madly going whatever shiny object/joke/whatever is closest to me. A few items to keep in place: modern pain killers are, in the span our species (the proper one, not the drunken Irish bishop’s estimate), brand-spankin’ new - less than 200-ish years old (for comparison, a former roommate of mine grew up in a house that had been in his family for that long)(before anyone gets any images of Kennebunkport, it’s worth noting that we’re talking about a former drinking buddy of mine, which is automatic grounds for disqualification of nobility in most places). Psychiatric drugs are much, much, much newer, especially as readily-available to the general public. Ironically, brain surgery - or trepanning, anyway - is almost as old as our species (so, who’s unnatural now?). And people tend to distrust new things - particularly medically new things (a former classmate was one of the first recipients of a live-organ donation, getting a liver at age four; she said a few fringe religious groups had called her parents with death threats over this)(this sort of thing is why I’m not particularly fond of religion, but I digress)(side-note; it kind of proves that we live in a society completely ruled by rich, old men that no one was up in arms when Viagra came out, even though it enables me to permanently shatter your sense of well-being with four words: Grandpa gettin’ it on)(I apologize for that last joke, that one made even me shudder). And technical/scientifically-oriented humans tend to love new toys, and abuse them.

Which is all a way of saying that I think - medically speaking - after getting over the novelty of all these things and overprescribing them for years, then backing off too much and inadvertently causing a drug abuse pandemic (sort of; I’ve read that the driving factor of the opioid crisis is people with chronic pain issues being under-prescribed or wrongly-prescribed meds, and then, in desperation, turning to more effective-albeit-dangerous things, like oxycontin), I think - and I’m just one severely neurologically-screwed-up individual - that most doctors are coming to think about these things the way they do about alcohol - it’s not for everyone, it’s not always appropriate, but in moderation, it’s healthy for most people. Again, throughout my experiences, I have never - at any point - been completely pain-free (if we include psychological pain) - but I have always been functional (sometimes near-super-functional). Credit where it’s due, I think that’s because I’ve had access to a highly competent, resourceful group of medical practitioners - from the receptionists on up - who weren’t afraid to use every single tool available to them.

The key word in that previous paragraph as it pertains to modern attitudes is “functional.” I could go on forever about how people have a weird hang-up about not using technology to enhance themselves” (again, unless it pertains to our genitals)(again, that’s not some vulgar statement, it’s a further reference to things like Viagra and/or plastic surgery)(not that I’m out of that one either, since I have veneers); we’re still obsessed with Greek games that are “natural.” Meanwhile, the World’s Strongest Man Competition is closer than ever to giving us the Hulk in real-life. Side-note, in case I haven’t mentioned it before; even if you’re completely disinterested in sports, I recommend checking out the World’s Strongest Man. Whilst other sports are obsessed with who can walk faster or swim longer, WSM is more concerned with lifting small cars (this is true) and hauling commercial aircraft. Not that discus throwing doesn’t have a place in modern society (it doesn’t), but if I’m taking bets on who would win in any event other than swimming, a Fiat or Lance Armstrong, I’m sure the Fiat wins. Whereas a Fiat vs Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson in any non-speed related event is a much, much harder call. My point being, we should have a regular, classic Olympics, and an Olympics we’d actually watch in which the only rules are “no killing the competitors, and no horse steroids.” Not because one is clearly more entertaining (although i will admit that’s a strong contender), but because there would be loads of assorted technology and stuff that they’d develop for it. We’d have bionic limbs (I mean, we’re getting there, but not soon enough), replacement clone organs, and better-than-new cartilage alternatives last week if Budweiser invested the sort of sports-sized sponsorship money into related biomedical research (admittedly in rather unorthodox way), and that could help sick people. Or help handicapped people. Or turn handicapped people into the Hulk. I mean, the technology that helped piece my brain back together (neuro/biofeedback) is amazingly more advanced today than it was just 15 years ago (we’ll come back to that shortly).

I mean, where was I? Oh, yes, we’ve always had a weird relationship between enhancement technology and society (better-explored in Carl Elliott’s book, “Better Than Well,”)(Kareem, you need to check this guy out, he got an MD, then got bored/annoyed and got a PhD in philosophy), and being able to enhance your neurological state kind of falls in there, in the sense that a fair number of psych drugs will take you past “normal” and into what Elliot described (based on patient interviews) as “better than well.” Again, based on a few EEGs my brain was functioning better after post-neurosurgery #2 bio/neurofeedback than it was when I went in (this is true), so I’m all for transhumanism. I bring this up because, again, in this broader viewpoint, psychiatric drugs and/or pain killers are part of the discussion,

The greater idea here is that I’m not feeling all the pain I could be from this experience. Well, no. I’m not. And there’s a significant fraction of the populace that has some sort of philosophical problem with that (I have not encountered them personally, but my step-mother does enjoy arguing for the sake of argument/entertainment, and the topics she goes for tend to serve as a sort of general opinion-poll for some of these issues). As she (sort of, maybe, it’s hard to tell) and Master Chief Urgayle would point out, pain is a good motivator. And I wholeheartedly agree. I would not be pestering physicians, social workers, pharmacists, etc. half as much or as effectively as if I were feeling okay. At the same time, there is a point - and this is not a wavy, thin line, this is something everyone will recognize if you ever see it - where pain not only becomes useless, it starts being a direct impediment to survival. After Neurosurgery #1, I blacked out several times from several assorted pain stimuli. In a completely natural scenario, that’s when the saber-toothed cats would’ve overtaken me, and, well, pain is even less helpful when you’re inside something with better teeth than you. Similarly, yeah, I’m not as upset by this whole experience as I could be, because I’m on some very powerful, exotic psych drugs (again, though, this is under direct medical supervision). And that’s essential to my survival; because, if I was doing this completely sober, my only reaction would non-stop vomiting, weeping, and staring out into space, followed by death because I’d forgotten to renew some critical prescription or procedure. So, if you do have friends or family who are chronically depressed (or even just post-partum depressed) and/or anxious and take meds for it, please just treat it as if they have diabetes and are getting and insulin shot. Modern medicine is essentially doing the same thing in both cases - supplementing/controlling a biochemical problem using chemistry.

Speaking of weeping and vomiting, I got a call back from Mad Scientist, who agrees with Senior Warlock in that the latest blip on the MRI is most-likely some sort of treatment side-effect/damage and not a recurrence or metastasis; and, at the same time, given both my history and placement in a clinical trial, very rapid follow-up MRIs were just a reasonably prudent precaution (she mentioned - Great Kraken bless that woman - that she’d be okay, if I weren’t in a trial, sticking with the original two-month schedule; but commended Senior Warlock’s hyper-vigilance on the matter). Which brings up another important reminder to both future-me and future-radiation patients, the list of potential radiation side-effects is lengthy and horrifying and can happen - including showing up on MRIs in weird places - any time post-Hiroshima. Like, I could make it to that 5%, five-year remission, and die at age 90 from necrosis related to radiation (unless I get my wish, and that side-effect guarantees me a slot in BalCo’s Gojira Clinical Trial for the next Olympics)(I’d probably sign up for that one right now even if I was completely healthy, if I’m being honest). Which doesn’t put me out of the woods for this latest little blip, but it will let me sleep slightly easier, which is probably a medical necessity at the moment, given that my current sleep debt is approaching four-digit numbers.

#brain tumor

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mwolf0epsilon · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 22: Pick Your Poison

Prompt: Withdrawal

Summary: Stimpack usage out in the field was useful for keeping troopers going no matter how tired, hungry or stressed they might be. The problem was that sometimes campaigns lasted months on end...

[Withdrawal is a bitch and I doubt the stims used in the battlefield aren't addictive. This is also not the first time I've written a chatlog type fic but I'll doubt it'll be my last... I have elected to borrow a few medics for this so shoutout to @lost-on-kamino @ermakeys @purgetrooperfox @kkrazy256 and @gaeasun . I assigned your ocs some silly chat-handles for my own entertainment.]

THIS STORY IS ALSO ON AO3

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The private medic comm channel was full on chaotic that day. Not that it wasn't generally chaos most other days, but this time it was for more than just info dumping or even venting one's frustrations over medical limitations or mishaps.

The 104th were back from a two month long campaign, and the on duty medics were besides themselves with worry.

All of the vode had come back severely addicted to the stimpacks.

Stimpack usage out in the field was useful for keeping troopers going no matter how tired, hungry or stressed they might be. The problem was that sometimes campaigns lasted months on end, which meant troopers who were regularly using stims to keep functioning, tended to become dependent on them even outside of battle.

Going through heavy drug withdrawal was not an easy process.

The symptoms made the vode volatile and somewhat unpredictable, and having an entire battalion going through it at the same time was beyond hellish.

The bouts of insomnia and irritability, mood swings, instances of depression and anxiety, full body aches and pains, constant cravings, fatigue and hallucinations, and the nausea spells came in waves. There was no resting for the medics.

But at least they had the medic comm channel to rely on.

---HyenaDon't has connected to The Hospital Clubhouse---

HyenaDon't: One of the vode I'm currently treating has gotten to the later stages of withdrawal.

HyenaDon't: His hallucinations are so bad he needs to be restrained.

HyenaDon't: Problem. He's allergic to the materials of the restraining straps.

RemRemRemRem: What are the straps made of? Leather? Polyester?

CMOric: Have you tried sedation?

HonHonHonCroissant: Have you tried sedating the vod?

HonHonHonCroissant: You owe me a drink.

HyenaDon't: I think they're polyester but I'm not sure...

RemRemRemRem: Swap out the straps for something else. If not just sedate and hope for the best.

HyenaDon't: Aite. We also have another vod that keeps vomiting.

HyenaDon't: None of the nausea medication is working.

PhylumPorifera: Are they on methadone or buprenorphine? A lot of the vode have weird reactions to buprenorphine.

HyenaDon't: He is. I'll swap the medication.

JackOfAllTrades: Besides the obvious how's everything going your side?

GoodnightMoon: Probably not great. We've had our fair-share of vode coming off stims after riots, raids and galas. Always sucks.

Twitch'ika: Oof...

HyenaDon't: Oh no yeah it's bad. We're down an entire battalion :(

KixxyCatDoll: :O

PitchlessWhisper: Just reminds me we're off to Umbara soon. Not gonna be a quick one either...

HyenaDon't: Join me in my misery Blue Boys :')

CMOric: We'd rather not.

JackOfAllTrades: :|

Optimist: Least your men are all intact. Withdrawal's a bitch but they'll live.

NotAThief: Way to set the mood Hopeless.

Optimist: Am I wrong?

MotherHen: Well no but that kind of killed the mood...

HonHonHonCroissant: What mood? We were already talking about allergies and hallucinations...

HyenaDon't: Gotta go, one of the boys just broke off into a sprint and my CMO is gonna have my shebs if I don't keep things in check.

MotherHen: Oh? Who's doing a runner?

HyenaDon't: .... Commander Wolffe...

GoodnightMoon: Isn't that one of Fox's ori'vode?

RemRemRemRem: Send holos. I need something to lure Fox in for a checkup.

HyenaDon't: Lmao will do.

Twitch'ika: Are we allowed to blackmail our superior officers into checkups?

JackOfAllTrades: When they're as stubborn as a CC?

JackOfAllTrades: Yes.

Twitch'ika: :O

PhylumPorifera: You're corrupting him...

JackOfAllTrades: Nah, just opening up new horizons for the kih'vod :)

PhylumPorifera: You're corrupting him!!!

Twitch'ika: I have seen the light.

PhylumPorifera: Twitch no!

KixxyCatDoll: No...

CMOric: We lost another one boys :(

Optimist: Alas they grow up too fast.

MotherHen: We shall miss your innocence Twitch

NotAThief: Lol what innocence? Twitch is a little fiend.

RemRemRemRem: Someone who smiles that much has got to have a dark side to them...

-HyenaDon't sent I_wasnt_decanted_for_this.png-

JackOfAllTrades: AHAHAHAHAH

KixxyCatDoll: Where are his clothes????

Optimist: Ah.

PhylumPorifera: MY EYES

Twitch'ika: How did he get up there?

GoodnightMoon: :O

CMOric: :O

HonHonHonCroissant: :O

MotherHen: :/

NotAThief: Oh I didn't need to see that.

RemRemRemRem: Uh, guess it runs in the batch.

PitchlessWhisper: What the kark does that mean?!

RemRemRemRem: Wouldn't you like to know.

HyenaDon't: I'm going to have to get him down somehow.

HyenaDon't: Force help me...

JackOfAllTrades: Lmao good luck!

---HyenaDon't has disconnected from The Hospital Clubhouse--- Yeah the medic comm channel helped cope with the horrors of having to deal with several hundreds of men going through different stages of withdrawal. It still didn't save the medics from having to deal with the shenanigans that came out of it, however.

Now how Hyena was going to get Commander Wolffe safely down from the rafters, he did not know...

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