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Send a sexual scenario and my muse will tell you whether or not they’d be into it. Anon or not.

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Frisbees a frozen waffle @ u. ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

Catches the waffle. Food.

“Thanks, Scorch.”

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     Vibes looked at the Mando with a rather puzzled look. Of course he’d been outside the base. Initially it seemed a bit of a crude assumption, but there was reason behind it. If he wasn’t out in the field, the Lieutenant was to be found drifting around base. There wasn’t much of a need for him to leave, at least not until today.

     The clone laughed before speaking. “You act like I’ve lived in a container my whole existence.” That comment wasn’t entirely incorrect. “I haven’t. Well, mostly.” Vibes rose, scooping his own bucket of the table surface. “Then again, I only ever leave these walls when I’ve got an assignment. I don’t think I’ve ever escaped their confinement on my own free time.”

     “To be entirely honest, I doubt they won’t be upset regardless of how you phrase it. I suppose, then, that it doesn’t matter much in that case.” Then again, how disgruntled could Command be? After all, there were millions more just like Vibes. Not like they’d really miss him.

     “Now, where is it that you plan sweeping me away to?”

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     The bright crimson slowly ebbed away from Vibes’ face at the Mando’s laughter and the following comment. Instead, an inkling of confidence and a smile crept up to take the place of embarrassment. The Lieutenant began to discover that he shouldn’t be flustered by such words. After all, hearing such positive words about him, and in very specific terms, was indeed a rarity.

     “I-I’m sure you hear that often.” Having the ability to roam that the Mandalorian had, Sol must’ve heard those words before. But just like as he did, Vibes wondered how frequent they were uttered in a meaningful way. The clone entirely meant them, for it wasn’t often that Vibes revealed his true perceptions. At least not when it came to such items as this.

     At the sound of the Mando’s plan, a minor hint of surprise mixed into his growing smile. It wasn’t a tactic the clone was entirely familiar with, going out with an individual purely on a social basis. Certainly seemed to be worth a shot, even in his awkward state.

     “I, uh, I’ve got some time to spare.” The clone spoke with more fluency, the red having practically dissolved itself. “I already had my schedule cleared for the day.” Vibes let out a small laugh at the circumstances. “Not for this reason. Didn’t exactly foresee getting swept away by a mesh’la Mandalorian.” That was something the Lieutenant was okay with. Opportunities to partake in such worry-free activities rarely presented themselves to him.

     “I’m alright with that. Although I’d suggest not describing it as an abduction. Wouldn’t want to alarm any of the higher-ups.”    

    “Not enough, much to my own surprise.”    Solomon could not help the bravado and confidence, but he also did not try to stop himself from uttering statements as overconfident as the one he’d just made. Only bit back a small, sincere smile as he shrugged. That Vibes had actually meant it, as far as he could tell, and weren’t just trying to gain something from him–not that there was much to gain beyond a wealth of knowledge and swear words from across the galaxy–they meant something more and were to be properly cherished.     Maybe it should have come as more of a surprise, when Vibes suggested that he’d managed to clear his schedule. As far as the Mandalorian was aware, Clones did not have much autonomy in general scheduling–but he was more impressed that he’d managed to line up his arrival with a free-day for the Lieutenant, unsuspecting of the fact that Vibes had cleared his schedule specifically for a chance encounter. “Well, usually the sweeping comes as a surprise to us all, you can’t anticipate it. It takes away some of the magic of the moment.” Sol chuckled.

   "Well, it isn’t fun if they aren’t scrambling for some explanation or another to be upset. Granted, I’ll make it easy on them, but-“ He shrugged and the motion incorporated almost the entirety of his right side. "Well, they’ll have a hard time getting rid of me.” Swiping his hand through the air, he scooped up his helmet and grinned wider. “Have you been outside of the base at all?”

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Pink Floyd Lyric Starters

“We don’t need no thought control” “Wrong! Do it again!” “She’s/he’s on the run” “It’s not the same, it takes two to know” “Why can’t you see?” “Stars can frighten” “Wasting my time…” “And if you don’t mind…” “I’d give it to you if I could” “I’ve had it for months” “I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon” “The lunatic is in my head” “There’s someone in my head but it’s not me” “You shout and no one seems to hear”

“Leave, but don’t leave me” “You race towards an early grave” “Are you feeling okay?”

“Bring the boys back home” “Is there anybody out there?” “You and I were meant to be” “No way to hide that sort of thing” “Set me on fire” “Look for my heart” “Like that” “Careful with that axe…” “Things cannot be destroyed once and for all” “Change returns success” “Who are you and who am I?” “There’ll be war, there’ll be peace” “You are not long” “Is there anybody in there?” “Come on now” “I’ll need some information first” “I can’t explain, you would not understand” “Can you stand up?”

“You are only coming through in waves” “Where were you when I was broken and burned?”

“He found it in the…” “He’s never been the same” “You must be proud of him” “They let him in by a back way” “In a while, I’ll find the time” “Help me roll away the…”

“The path you tread is narrow”

“You gotta be crazy” “I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused” “Our currency is flesh and bone” “You can’t stop what has begun” “How could you go when you know I need you?” “Don’t leave me now” “Why are you running away?” “No one calls us to move on” “No one makes me close my eyes” “There’s no dark side of the moon really…” “As a matter of fact it’s all dark” “I’m so new compared with you” “All around I hear strange sounds” “How should I complete the…?”

“Don’t make a sound” “Sing to me” “You pick the place and I’ll choose the time”

“If I show you my dark side…” “What would you do?” “You can’t see me, but I can you” “Good-bye!” “Is everyone in?” “You may find it hard to get off” “I am the dead man’s son” “Oi, get your filthy hands off my…” “I want to tell you a story” “Isn’t it good?” “Well, you go your way, I’ll go mine” “I don’t care if we get there on time” “Who knows what will be waiting for me?”

“Did you hear the frightened ones?” “Goodbye cruel world” “In a lazy water meadow I lay me down” “I dreamed you had left my side” “It was clear that I could not do a thing for you” “I am not frightened of dying” “I can see you” “Green is the colour of…”

“I had a dream” “Oi! A real one” “His dream is driving me insane” “You! Yes you!” “Have a cigar” “They’re gonna love you” “It’s a hell of a start” “What’s it all about?” “Hey you” “As you can see…” “Can you help me?” “Do they still meet there…” “I’m so afraid of the mistakes that I made” “If I were a good man, I’d talk with you” “If I were alone, I would cry” “Tell me, is there something eluding you…?” “Is this not what you expected to see?” “If I had my way…”

“Isn’t it unsafe to travel at night?” “It would be so nice to meet sometime” “There can be no other way” “It’s awfully considerate of you to think of me here” “Am I really dying?” “I’ll sit in the corner”

“I think I should speak now” “I’m feeling weak now” “I sometimes wonder…” “Why won’t you talk to me” “How can I escape this irresistible grasp?” “Did you ever know” “I cannot say” “I felt persecuted and paralyzed” “You know you just can’t win” “Let’s go with the flow” “We’re more than alive” “You’re the left side” “Oh, no” “That cat’s something I can’t explain” “Why’d’ya have to leave me there” “Yes they did”

“Tell me more” “It’s a crime” “Is it just a waste of time?” “Do you think she’s good enough for me?” “Did it need to be so high?” “They’ve seen that hope before” “You know you can’t delay” “Perhaps a day will come” “I have always been here” “Do you ever get tired of waiting?”

“Nobody lives forever” “I was standing by the…” “And that is how I know” “But I got nowhere to fly to” “Can’t stop!”

“Who cares what it’s about” “It’s not enough just to stand and stare” “I don’t understand” “Would you like to see me try?”

“What do you do to make ends meet?” “One of these days…” “I gave in to my decadence” “Was it love?”

“Last night I had too much to drink” “I had another drink” “You hide” “Ha, ha, charade you are” “What did you hope to find?” “If you didn’t care, what happened to me…” “You know that I care what happens to you” “A cold rain is falling” “Isn’t it strange” “Point me at the sky and let it fly” “I never thought that you’d lose that light in your eyes” “Was it for you?” “Was it me?” “Try to catch the sun” “Why can we reach the…?” “You better run” “I’ll come home” “Open a book” “He didn’t care” “But now he’s resigned to his fate” “I was in the kitchen” “You’ll lose your mind” “Let’s try it another way” “He doesn’t know” “Set the controls for the heart of the sun” “What a surprise!” “You better stay home” “Shine on you crazy diamond” “There must be some mistake” “Where has the feeling gone?” “The show must go on” “It’s not enough” “There were too many spaces in the line” “We spent what they had made” “Stay!” “Maybe we’ll put one down” “I want to go home” “Would you like to say something before you leave?” “How do you feel?” “Just you let me know” “I was thinking about her/him” “Take it back” “I’m in bed” “Don’t be surprised…” “Thought I’d something more to say” “I like to be here when I can” “I always said he’d come to no good” “Why he’d ever have to leave me?” “Finally I understand the feelings of the few” “Us and them” “We’re only ordinary men” “It’s not what we would choose to do” “There’s room for you inside” “What has become of you?”

”Does anybody else in here feel the way I do?”

“Walk on by” “All you need to do is follow…” “I’m wearing the inside out” “Look at him now” “I’m holding out” “He’s curled into the corner” “Where have you been?” “Welcome to the machine” “What do you want from me?” “You’re so hard to please” “You can have anything you want” “Is that really what you need?” “I found it one day” “It was dark all around” “They were all left behind” “Do you think you can tell?” “How I wish you were here” “We’re just two lost souls” “What’s, uh the deal?” “I think I’m growing old” “However did it come to this?” “Someone is lying very still” “But what about us?” “Where are all the good times?” “Hello?” “Do you remember me?” “Do you think we should be closer?”

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     The ARC watched as 44 made his valiant gait towards the creek bed. Tenacity. That trooper had enough to fuel an entire army it seemed at least. Although the trooper’s entry into the stream bed did diminish that quality slightly. Vibes watched as 44 slid into position. 

     Vibes also noted the rotary cannon’s now ruined state, lying by the original log. “Well that’s that spent.” The clone looked about the creek bed, seeing that it was surprisingly secluded. Oddly. “This might work in our favor, as long as we keep moving.” The surrounding vegetation was dense enough to keep them out of sight, provided that they continued to elude the clankers, a number of which saw them disappear into the bed. What topped it all off was that it led in the direction of the evac point. 

     The Lieutenant bent over to assist 44 up. “Come on, we should keep moving.”

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     Out of the corner of his eye, Vibes caught the little puff of smoke emanate from 44. The Lieutenant’s eyebrows arched in disbelief and curiosity. Of all times, the trooper picked now to take a smoke. The ARC shrugged it off. Whatever takes the edge off. 

     “Alright. Sounds like a plan.” Vibes prepped himself for the dash, taking note of 44 squaring himself up with the rotary cannon. “Go.” At the signal, the Lieutenant made a wild dash for the creek. Blue bolts expelled themselves from his pistols. Even though the other trooper was providing cover, the Blue Stripe was not going to rely on that and that alone. Through the haphazard firing, a few shots managed to connect to a metallic target. The few that he could take down, the better it’d be for 44.

     The brush could not have arrived soon enough, for Vibes had become a magnet for anything and everything red. Obviously those droids were programmed to fire upon the enemy, but the ferocity with which they did so seemed a bit overzealous. Perhaps they were developing minds of their own. 

     Vibes took a running slide over the bank, the creek bed being just deep enough to create an adequate trench. “Alright kid, it’s now or never!”

He can’t really hear much for a bit. The thumping report of each blaster bolt in the long blue stream is much louder than the volley of E-5 fire from the droids, and the enemy fire seems to thin out as ranks of droids are blown apart in their tight formations.

He can feel the heat radiating off the weapon, if only slightly, through the gauntlets he wears. When the weapon dies in his hands with a whir, he drops it, looking down at it as he drops to a low crouch.

The weapon’s barrels have gone orange from the extended burst, overheating. One of the barrels has actually split open, the heat fracturing the metal  and bursting it open. Grunting, the sergeant picks up his bucket. Grabbing a thermal detonator in his free hand, he activates it, tossing it in a high arc before he gets moving. 

The droids, thankfully, shoot at the grenade- well, most do. Some. One or two, definitely. Either way, the paratrooper pushes himself and sprints, reaching the ARC with a stumbling step that leads to him sliding on his stomach across the rocky creek bed for a few feet before coming to a stop with a groan.

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     The bright crimson slowly ebbed away from Vibes’ face at the Mando’s laughter and the following comment. Instead, an inkling of confidence and a smile crept up to take the place of embarrassment. The Lieutenant began to discover that he shouldn’t be flustered by such words. After all, hearing such positive words about him, and in very specific terms, was indeed a rarity.

     “I-I’m sure you hear that often.” Having the ability to roam that the Mandalorian had, Sol must’ve heard those words before. But just like as he did, Vibes wondered how frequent they were uttered in a meaningful way. The clone entirely meant them, for it wasn’t often that Vibes revealed his true perceptions. At least not when it came to such items as this.

     At the sound of the Mando’s plan, a minor hint of surprise mixed into his growing smile. It wasn’t a tactic the clone was entirely familiar with, going out with an individual purely on a social basis. Certainly seemed to be worth a shot, even in his awkward state.

     “I, uh, I’ve got some time to spare.” The clone spoke with more fluency, the red having practically dissolved itself. “I already had my schedule cleared for the day.” Vibes let out a small laugh at the circumstances. “Not for this reason. Didn’t exactly foresee getting swept away by a mesh’la Mandalorian.” That was something the Lieutenant was okay with. Opportunities to partake in such worry-free activities rarely presented themselves to him.

     “I’m alright with that. Although I’d suggest not describing it as an abduction. Wouldn’t want to alarm any of the higher-ups.”

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     The reassurance of his accidental muttering and the reciprocal comment just about dissolved Vibes completely. If it was possible for his face to turn an even deeper shade of crimson, this must’ve been the first time such a color came into existence. Brown eyes continued to drill holes through the blue mug of tea.

     “T-thanks.”

     A little smile broke through the frazzled and vermilion expression on the clone’s face. It’d been what seemed an eternity since anyone had said such words to him. And not in a joking manner. Copikla. The evident discomfort disguised the fact that it brought Vibes great joy. 

     This wasn’t how the Lieutenant intended this interaction to go. All’d he wanted to get out of it was an understanding, some familiarity with this newcomer. Obviously he’d received more than planned. And Vibes was perfectly alright with that, even if his reaction betrayed that. The little flirt, or whatever that was, had entirely put the clone off his train of thought. Thinking decided to stop being an expertise of his for the moment. Instead reaction took over.

     “G-glad someone else can s-s-see that.”

    Maybe it was his age, or the way he’d been raised, or just general psychological predisposition, but it took a great deal to storm the haughtiness-barricades of the Mandalorian’s mind, to break him down into something even remotely close to bashful. Compliments and flirting were seen as a sort of challenge, although he noted Vibes’ external meltdown over the compliment he’d been gift, and he took into account how quickly that scarlet had raced across his features.

“You’re welcome.”    An almost thunderous roll of laughter escaped him when Vibes spoke again. “Indeed, you aren’t commended for your charms and good looks often? An utter shame.” Clicking his tongue and folding his hands together, Solomon’s amusement warmed his features. “Maybe that is the real reason I’ve been hired on.”     Planting his palms upon the table, Solomon rose to his full height and stretched faintly before cocking his head toward the exit. “I don’t think I’m going to find a good cup of caf here, afraid I don’t know the place too well. How much trouble will you get in if I claim to have abducted you for a little while to find a good place to get something less… Swill-like.” He motioned with a wrinkle to his nose at his abandoned mug before grinning.     “If you want to go, anyway. I try not to abduct people without their consent.”

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*casually slides some caf and cookies in your general direction*

Nibbles on the cookies and sips the caf.

“Vor entye, Bes’laar.”

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Reblog if it’s okay for me to jump into your IMs with plots and ideas for our muses!

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To be Mandalorian, you gotta be the most dramatic person ever and be incapable of having any chill whatsoever. Forget warrior traditions, pacifist ideals, imperialistic glory, geopolitical history, identity politics. The REAL measure for whether or not you’re Mandalorian is can people imagine “Turn Down For What” playing in the background under everything you say and do literally always. If they can’t, you’re not Mando.

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     The reassurance of his accidental muttering and the reciprocal comment just about dissolved Vibes completely. If it was possible for his face to turn an even deeper shade of crimson, this must’ve been the first time such a color came into existence. Brown eyes continued to drill holes through the blue mug of tea.

     “T-thanks.”

     A little smile broke through the frazzled and vermilion expression on the clone’s face. It’d been what seemed an eternity since anyone had said such words to him. And not in a joking manner. Copikla. The evident discomfort disguised the fact that it brought Vibes great joy. 

     This wasn’t how the Lieutenant intended this interaction to go. All’d he wanted to get out of it was an understanding, some familiarity with this newcomer. Obviously he’d received more than planned. And Vibes was perfectly alright with that, even if his reaction betrayed that. The little flirt, or whatever that was, had entirely put the clone off his train of thought. Thinking decided to stop being an expertise of his for the moment. Instead reaction took over.

     “G-glad someone else can s-s-see that.”

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     Vibes flicked a few fingers up in the air. “Seems they’ve at least managed to get one thing right,” the clone gestured to the Mando, “they’ve recognized a clear knack and ability for fighting.” He chuckled a snippet. “S’probably why I’ve never really fallen into any hot water for it. It does work out after all.”

     “And those ideals transcended to the rest of this Grand Army,” the Lieutenant paused, “to some degree anyway.” Vibes slumped in the chair ever so slightly, simply to adjust his own comfort. “Be as that may for them, but I think for the rest of us, they find attachment to act as a distraction. It probably goes the same for all the Generals.” Admittedly, the clone did possess respect for the Jedi, much in the same manner of respect that held for any being in command. Naturally he’d be obedient and respect what he’d been directed and told. However, at least for Vibes, it didn’t mean he’d have to believe it all. “I guess it must be difficult to focus on an akaan when there’s other things on your mind.

     A level head. Now that was an entirely foreign to him. The clone had participated in enough charades to be deem a bit of a fool by some of his cohorts. But then again, those were only from times of combat. Well, almost. It was a rare thing for Vibes to be himself, his true self that is, around practically everyone. The clone’s mind harbored a presumption that he’d be assumed to be laandur or soft. He was a soldier after all. But, for some inexplicable reason, he felt comforted being in Sol’s presence.

     “I certainly will do that.” The clone smiled once more, before silencing himself again. For a fleeting moment his mind drifted off as he continued looking at his new found burc'ya. One quick thought popped into Vibes’ mind. He would absolutely not say it for fear of making an entire fool of himself, but the Mando he was sitting across from was rather cute. At that instant, the Lieutenant’s eyes went wide with discomfort and his entire face flushed a bright red as he’d just caught himself saying that. Out loud. Brown eyes quickly averted their gaze into the brown liquid in the mug. 

     “Heh, whoops. I didn’t just say that out loud did I?”

   There was no sense in being bashful about the historically accurate compliments, whether or not the GAR and their Jedi Generals wanted to admit it, Mandalorians were adept warriors and had been such for many generations. “Well if they weren’t going to hiring us, someone else might–what a show that’d be for the poor glow-sticks with spirit fingers.”

  Humming, Solomon offered an understanding nod. His own opinion on how the jedi and Command operated their army was probably not so much desired, but he knew of better ways to work–not taking for granted the soldiers, for one. Whether their army had been recruited or grown, the Clones deserved more respect than to be thought of as organic, shiny canon-fodder. “Attachment can keep you alive, Vibes. Having something to live for is as important as having a cause to die for.” Although he knew it went against much of what the Clones had been taught was acceptable, Solomon knew very well what life without attachment was like. Lonely, boring… He shook the thoughts from his mind and offered a soft cluck. “You can separate yourself appropriately, as needed.”   “Good.” Solomon chuckled softly and nodded, content to see that smile upon the Lieutenant’s visage again. As silence carefully lulled back in like a wave, Sol was content to let it linger and just enjoy the presence of someone so unique even despite there being thousands with the very same face.   When Vibes spoke up again, complimenting him, a slow grin spread across his features and Solomon’s dark brows arched faintly. He wasn’t certain whether it were the murmur, or the ensuing embarrassment that tickled him more, but seeing a scarlet flush race across his features, Solomon couldn’t stop the grin that spread over his own.

  “Afraid so.” Humming, he patted a matte-white chestpiece and grinned wider. “But you aren’t wrong. I am rather cute.” When that hand folded back around his mug, grin still plastered in place, he added sincerely. “So’re you. Takes one to know one.”

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     Every time. Every time. This was not his first run-in with the Dark Trooper. By now the clone would’ve thought the edge would’ve been taken off. Nope. 

     Vibes tried steadying his quivering right hand, the hand that was in possession of the obviously useless blaster. He was questioning the need for Fordo to even create the quasi-sword. After all, his fists alone would kill the ex-Lieutenant. 

     The clone’s mind was running in absolute blank space. For once, he had nothing. No quick escape, no nothing. This must’ve been it. That time to take a stand. He quickly mustered up all the courage is aged body could make.

     “And yet here we are again. You’ve had more than enough opportunities to rid yourself of your problem. Just admit it. You’ve been holding back.”

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     The clone hadn’t anticipated the shot to do much of anything to the ominous figure looming before him. A victorious smirk appeared on Vibes’ face at the sight of the simmering hole in his opponent. The satisfaction of it pleased the clone. The expression and glee was rapidly wiped away the moment the Dark Trooper landed within meters of his smaller stature. At that same moment, a lump caught in the ex-Lieutenant’s throat. Kriff.

     “And yet, you still do. Can’t help but question as to why.”

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     Out of the corner of his eye, Vibes caught the little puff of smoke emanate from 44. The Lieutenant’s eyebrows arched in disbelief and curiosity. Of all times, the trooper picked now to take a smoke. The ARC shrugged it off. Whatever takes the edge off. 

     “Alright. Sounds like a plan.” Vibes prepped himself for the dash, taking note of 44 squaring himself up with the rotary cannon. “Go.” At the signal, the Lieutenant made a wild dash for the creek. Blue bolts expelled themselves from his pistols. Even though the other trooper was providing cover, the Blue Stripe was not going to rely on that and that alone. Through the haphazard firing, a few shots managed to connect to a metallic target. The few that he could take down, the better it’d be for 44.

     The brush could not have arrived soon enough, for Vibes had become a magnet for anything and everything red. Obviously those droids were programmed to fire upon the enemy, but the ferocity with which they did so seemed a bit overzealous. Perhaps they were developing minds of their own. 

     Vibes took a running slide over the bank, the creek bed being just deep enough to create an adequate trench. “Alright kid, it’s now or never!”

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     That question wasn’t uncalled for. It was a correct assumption to believe that the Lieutenant had suffered a number of blows to the head. After all, running towards the enemy while everyone else was running away required some level of insanity. Then again, Vibes didn’t think it was all that crazy. At least not in the heat of the moment. A life was on the line. Well, now two were.

     The clone glanced down at 44′s injuries. Within an instant, Vibes averted his gaze. Seems he’d temporarily forgotten his aversion to such sights. He wouldn’t let his own misgivings get in the way, however. 

     As bolt after bolt zipped overhead, Vibes listened intently to what the Airborne trooper had to say. Frankly, he was right. If they stood a single sliver of hope getting out, they’d have to cut down the enemy first. The Lieutenant was cognizant enough to know that his own vode knew what they were doing, regardless of rank. And 44 was no exception.

      Vibes took a peek above the fallen log to get a quick idea of what they were up against. He only had a moment’s glance before a bolt nearly caught him square in the visor. The shot sent him behind the timber in an instant. Kriff. From what he’d viewed, the opposition didn’t appear to be as heavy as it seemed, even taking into account the few clankers that decided that the reverse direction was safer. 

     The Lieutenant grappled at his holsters, gripping his dual DC-17 pistols. “Alright, lead the way.”

It’s a hell of a situation. The trooper pulls a small white package from one of the magazine pouches on his bandoleer, shaking it until he can pull a white cylinder out with his lips. He places the end furthest from him against one of the exposed barrels of the rotary cannon, inhaling until a red glow starts to form. He takes a long puff, causing a few errant shots to fly over their heads as the droids detect a discrepancy in temperature and visuals.

He looks around a bit, hearing the droids stomping up through the wide-spread trees. Their metal feet thump against the hard, frost-covered ground, and he knows they have little time. He looks left and right a little bit, spotting pieces of possible cover here and there. He formulates a quick plan, and looks up to the lieutenant.

“Sir, we have some defilade off to our east, maybe seventy-five meters. Looks like it heads off to something deeper; I think it’s a creek bed, if I remember right. Our best bet is bounding up to it, so I’ll lay down some fire, and you can move to the edge, and then I’ll follow you up.” He says, peeking over slightly before he grabs the front handle of the heavy weapon. 

“On your go.”

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guarded-battalion replied to your post: And he did it.

Who did what, Lieutenant.

"Why don't you go ask, Fordo."

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And he did it.

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        Stranded on an Island made of glass

              Trapped between the future and the past 

                    Wondering if each day will be my last

                         Wondering how much solace I can stand 

                                           Lover, I long to come home

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