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norcumii · 5 years

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Reblogged from the prior journal, originally posted on 11/02/2017. Egged on by @poplitealqueen!

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WELL I WASN’T PLANNING ON THIS, and in fact have been screeching the entire way I’m not writing RvB crossover with Clone Wars, but then @aces-to-apples HAD to go make a comment and I happened to see it in that sweet spot right between “i am sleeping GO AWAY” and “give me CAFFEINE” where ideas can lodge themselves.

And Grey is. Uh. Loud. So y’all get first pass no nope totally not doing more STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT fic. Timeframe is bullshitting and from my knowledge of only the first 12 seasons (…ok, ok, and 4 episodes into 13. But none of that is relevant, I think). No longer under a cut because we see how well that worked last time.

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Kix hadn’t been with the patrol that had returned with an unconscious, armored person, but he heard plenty in the time it took her to wake up. This was supposed to be a quiet little planet, but the locals were working with the Seps to keep it interesting, by which he meant they had a functional base for once, but he spent more of his time at it fixing up brothers than out and about fighting.

Having someone in an unknown type of armor “appear out of thin air” with an “abnormal thunder-crack” only for her to faceplant? Unusual, even for the 501st. He didn’t like having an unknown factor stored among his wounded, but after they’d removed the armor to find what seemed to be a baseline human? Not too many better options. She had one hand shackled to the bed, and meanwhile Kix could keep an eye on her while doing his rounds, and hopefully the natives would be quiet for the next half rotation.

The almost shrill voice cut through the wounded brothers’ murmurs like a knife. “Oh. It looks like transposing the coordinates can make it past the blockade. Score another one for Science!” The woman sat up slowly, giving the binders on her wrist an absent frown. “That’s not Charon tech so – ” She stopped with a sharp inhale, looking around and going wide-eyed. The entire room was watching now, because injured brothers got bored and those who were mobile enough to do weapon and armor maintenance usually enjoyed a distraction.

The woman’s eyes went wider and she squeaked. Kix was already hustling over, but he couldn’t help but wonder at the tone and body language. That didn’t look scared.

“OH MY GOD I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I AM AND LOOK AT YOU!” Every brother in the blast radius of the screech recoiled because she somehow got even more piercing. “IDENTICAL BONE STRUCTURE AND BUILD AND THERE’S NO WAY THAT COULD BE NATURAL DEVIATION THOUGH YOU AND YOU AND YOU I WANT TO STUDY YOUR DNA AND FIND OUT JUST WHAT MUTATIONS HAPPENED ARE YOU CLONES WHAT DEVIANCE FROM BASELINE WAS CONSIDERED– ”

“Quiet in my med bay,” Kix hissed, having no compunctions about grabbing the nearest scalpel and getting into the woman’s personal space. He had his free hand on her shoulder, ready to dig into a nerve cluster if he had to, and blade held with clear intent. He might be medical but he’d never liked the Kaminoan’s distant view of every one of them as a science experiment. He wasn’t about to take this from a shrieky civilian.

Her volume immediately dropped into a more normal range but she didn’t stop gushing. “– and I don’t know this tech either are you using a nuclear based power or plasma and what kind of battery life does it have and Sweetie if you’re looking to disable my arm you want to move two centimeters to the left for maximum speed and is that a submersion tank I see why is the fluid red is it– ”

Carp – one of the brothers she’d pointed too earlier, possibly due to his green eyes – shook his head. “Lady, your neck isn’t long enough for you to be that Kaminoan.”

“– is that some kind of cultural reference or are– ”

“Quiet,” Kix repeated, this time with mild pressure to the nerve cluster. Which he was not two centimeters off of, because he had a fucking scalpel and that was far better to disable someone with. This was just to get her attention.

Urgh. Something about scientists critiquing his technique instead of an actual trainer always set his hackles up.

The woman shushed for a moment, then gave him an annoyed look. “My emergency teleportation cube fiddling means I’m either in some alternate universe – and since this doesn’t look like Chorus I think not – or I’m someplace far far different which with this radically different level of tech is where I’d put the smart money. And you expect me to not ask questions?”

“You are in my medical facility, so I expect you to have some respect for my patients. That does not include treating us like experiments.”

The annoyance morphed to fond condescension. “Oh Sweetie. I treat everyone like experiments. That’s the only way it’s fun!”

“Well, ad’ika,” he snarled right back, “some of us have standards.”

She sighed. “I know, but it’s statistically impossible for anyone to meet mine. But! We do what we can in the meantime.” She held up the binders that had been around her wrist and a part of the bed. “By the way was this supposed to be difficult to remove or was that your own little test?”

Kix glared, and he could hear an impressed whistle behind him. He swapped the glare over to the offender, Squint. Good brother, not too bright, but an expert with explosives. Squint also had no healthy fear of medics.

“That was under five minutes.”

That earned Squint the fond look. “Of course it was. Locking mechanisms tend to be the same everywhere, you need to line up the bits with the other bits. I will grant you that this was a bit of a challenge though I am rusty.”

Squint rolled his eyes right back. “That was basic binders. It shouldn’t have taken more than two, even if it’s unfamiliar tech.”

“For a civvie?” someone asked behind Kix where he couldn’t ID the bastard.

Squint shrugged at them. “I dunno, but can you imagine Sergeant Duvell accepting anything over two?”

The woman’s eyes darted among the brothers doing the teasing, then of all the damn things locked back on to Kix. “Two minutes to escape unknown technological levels of handcuffs.”

He couldn’t tell what that tone meant, and some instincts were hard to kick. He answered the damned scientist. “On the outside, for non-human based constructs. Our teachers had high standards.”

For the first time she glared, looking annoyed. “No one learns that fast. *I* don’t learn that fast.”

Squint needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. “We have to. We do.”

Her face lit up and she looked like she was having some kind of religious moment. “Show me.”

Kix couldn’t tell if that was a demand for training or evidence, but he was ‘saved’ by the klaxon that meant incoming wounded. He let out a string of irritated Huttese, because while they had the beds for once they didn’t have the brothers they needed to get the wounded to them. He stepped back from the creepy scientist and his his wrist com. “Everyone who’s still mobile and had either two hours or less than three stims, hit triage now.”

“You don’t have enough medical personnel, do you.”

He glared at the creepy scientist, then stepped close enough to keep his growl quiet. He didn’t need the men to hear this. “If you’re volunteering, I don’t take help from folks who putter around in a lab all day. If you haven’t spent at least a full day wrist deep in living, screaming people and kept more of them alive than not, sit down and badger these brothers and stay away from incoming wounded.”

He didn’t expect a sunny smile, nor the woman hopping to her feet. “I’m shorter than you so it’s sometimes closer to elbows than wrists, but lead the way! I promise not to waste time taking notes while treating patients but I will need something to write on later!”

Within two patients, Kix knew several things.

She was in fact as good as she’d implied. Her bedside manner was useless except for the fact that she seemed like she could keep even Jedi in Medical long enough for treatment, which he wasn’t about to complain.

He couldn’t decide if he wanted to kill her, or adopt her.

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