Lionheart (2/4)
Chapter Summary:
“The Kaminoans were convinced that it was for bad behaviour.”
Skirata’s been standing there for ten minutes. The chips, all intact and looking just like the one Cody picked out of his own skull, mock him from where they sit on the slide.
“Independence,” Cody continues. “Anger issues, individualism. Whatever it is that wouldn’t fit the docile group of specimens they wanted from us. They’d lose out on the money if more than a bunch of us deviated. Hence, the hidden organic inhibitor chips infused into our brains.”
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21:14, Negotiator II, 21 BBY
“Now, it’s easy,” Waxer says, back on the wall, legs stretched leisurely in front of him, his feet hooked at the ankles. He has a packet of those sour candies in hand, and lets out a sucking noise when he rearranges the pallet to the other side of his mouth. “You beat up the Commander, you win, you get his paint. Even if you didn’t win, you’d still get his paint.”
Wooley looks as if Waxer just told him to kick a puppy, wide eyes snapping to Cody before quickly looking back at his soon-to-be lieutenant, horrified. “I don’t think I wanna beat up the Commander.”
Cody watches Waxer smile widely, wickedly. Boil, who stands beside him, shoots him a look of warning. “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt him. He’s made of bricks under all that, so he won’t feel a thing. Aren’t you, Commander?”
“You won’t hurt me,” Cody tells Wooley reassuringly.
Waxer gestures at him. “There you go, bud. Straight out of the eopie’s mouth. So, just gear in and start punching the man.”
It’s Ghost Squad’s turn to use the training room, and it doesn’t stop the rest of them from being pulled into its direction when they hear that one of the not-so-Shinies is trying to earn the Commander’s paint. Excited murmurs linger at the edges of the room, those who aren’t on duty have already stripped off their armour into halves, with every bench and crate now bearing the weight of troopers as they clamber for a seat.
Perhaps having an audience is daunting; they’re about to be witnessed after all, to put on a show for the men around them, and the Two-Twelfth are more than happy to watch just who their Commander will give his full attention to in the first place.
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