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| Mist | Mar 29 2011, 09:46 PM Post #1 |
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Game On I look at the armor pieces laid out before me. Red as blood, yellow as a sun, green like the trees, blue as a gem, purple like robes of ancient royals, rich and thick, and deep black pieces arranged haphazardly before me . I pull my helmet off too. The visor is the only color save the two gray streaks from where my eyes are when the helmet is on down. I leave it with the other segments and lay in my bunk. My thoughts wander. They think they’re the best, the only unique ones. The Null-ARC’s. They even don’t know. They miss six brothers, lost before what the clones call birth. It’s not true. They just turned out very wrong. Not any more though, now they’re gone. All the other hidden Nulls have fallen. I wear their armor. I’m the very last. And I have a secret. We all are-were- born not only Nulls, but some geneticist made an error. I’m a female. All six of the missing Null ARCs were female. Part 1-A path is chosen Cin’ciri. That’s the name I had. I picked it myself and now I’m the last person to know it. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth even as I think it. I should have somebody out there who knows me. The base is just below the cliff I’m on. I have to make a choice. Do I go back and be a perfect soldier (a job I love) or do I leave, do something else, still awash in a sea of strangers. I sit down and pull my legs up to my chest as I think. Right now I’d kill for anyone who’d make this decision any easier. Just one person to look me in the eye, talk to me, call me by name. Something no one has done in two years. I stand back up and cast one last longing look at the base. Maybe one day I’d come back, see myself in my own eyes once more. I set my sights forward and walk out into the sands of the harsh planet. I loved these cliffs; they would keep me until I leave, when I go to meet whatever fate has in store for me. Part 2- Scream I picked a bad time to leave. To be honest I had hoped that the desert would kill me, but blaster fire draws me back. I pull my helmet back on and jump. The ground rises fast up to meet me, but I roll out mostly unharmed, I’m gonna feel it in the morning though. A wave of droids has picked now to attack, the troops (mostly just meat cans) oblige. No one’s seen me, or so I think. A laser bolt pierces my back. Pain shoots up my spine as I fall. I wake up screaming, one long horrified wail. It was the most pain I’ve felt in my life. And it was all a dream. They’ve been getting worse since I lost Buurenaar; she was the one who planted desertion in my mind. I’d never actually do it though. This is where I belong, even if for now I’m alone. My commlink buzzes on the desk where I left it.” N- 4 do you copy?” It’s Zey. Poor idiot doesn’t even know I’m a girl. None of the Jedi can. I have to turn on a filter on the comm. Or risk discovery. I have no idea why the Jedi can’t know, but Jango Fett said it and I’m not gonna argue. The message is simple: New mission, new fun. Goody can’t wait to get shot at again. Part three- Bad Day And to make matters even worse who do I find out the mission is with? Meerel, a blasted Null. So, now I’m sitting in a ship with a talkative Null. He won’t shut up. He’s literally driving me crazy; nobody I’ve ever known has talked this much since Amie died. I shut my helmet’s sound filter. ‘He’s your brother, you should at least tell him.’ ‘Why, so he can tell the other five and that crazy sergeant of theirs? So I can lose my job and life to that loco cult of theirs? Fat chance senorita.’ ‘Yeah, well sister it’s just you now, don’t ya think it might be nice to have somebody else again?’ My little introspective chat ended with Meerel tapping my helmet.”What do you want psycho?” “Oh, you must have been talking to Maze. Your voice sounds funny. The pilot says we’re about to sit down, you ready?” “Ready as I’ll ever be wise guy.” Truth be told I love freefalling from gunships. Part Four- All Fun and Games The pilot drops closer and opens the door. Wind rushes past my helmet, the sheer force of it untamed and wild. Oh how I’ve missed it trapped on Coruscant. If I ever leave the army I’ve got to come to a planet with a lot of nature-y stuff. I laugh as I jump. As we fall Meerel gives me an odd look, he must have heard me. ‘Go for it honey.’ And I do, I used to be slightly reckless, used to be funny, used to enjoy life. I yank my helmet off; letting my long black braid free and shoot him a thumbs-up. I wish he had had his helmet off. It would have been awesome to see the look on his face. Why? ‘Cause he was so shocked to see a girl that had his face he forgot to ignite the jetpack and hit the side of a building. On second thought, I’m glad he kept his helmet on. Third thought, maybe there’s also a reason I stopped being quite so reckless… Part Five-Until Someone Gets Hurt “You okay?” “Uh, no, I just hit a building. It’s embarrassing. I’ll never live it down.” He’s such a whiner. He hates the fact whenever the troops think he’s not looking they giggle. “If you keep trying to show off like that you’re going to pass out from that head injury.” “I don’t faint. I spontaneously sleep.” “Of course you do.” I whip my long leg behind his ankles, throwing him off his feet. More giggles emerged. The troopers practice hand-to-hand combat in a ring with a diameter of six feet. In an effort to save face in front of the troops he promptly challenged me. I, like all my sisters, take particular pride in our hand-to-hand abilities and humiliating the males. Akaan used to do it for fun on a daily basis. But that’s a different story. “That’s cheating!” He’s whining again. “How so?” “Your legs are longer!” “You’re both clones! Your legs are the same length!” One of the clones standing around the circle piped up. “And you are, Trooper?” He straightened up. He was about to pull rank on this poor trooper. “Grunt Trooper, sir. A Private in the Jet Trooper Corps.” “You’re dismissed.” Two surprised “WHAT!”’s ring out. “I’m sorry; did I not make that clear enough?” Gra’tua had taught us all how to act like we were in charge quite splendidly, of course, we weren’t as good as her considering she actually was in charge when Jango or Rav Baylor weren’t around. “This is absurd! I outrank you!” “Shut up Meerel. You do not outrank me. Why? I’m older.” “We’re the same age!” “Are we?” “Yes, I mean-“ “And there’s no chance that an extra six Nulls are floating around out there?” “I-“he trails off. Grunt’s run off, probably to tell everyone about a no-holds-barred ARC trooper fight. “Is that what you are?” His voice has a weird quality to it. “The other five, they’re out there too?” “No. They’re dead. I’m the last missing Null.” “Kal’buir’s gonna flip. He thought you were dead, we all did. He even named you guys.” Well that’s incredibly creepy on an entire level. On the bright side he didn’t trample a poor trooper. “How many people know?” “Rav and Jango trained us, the Kaminoians, whoever my sisters told, and Maze.” “Maze? Why Maze?” “Because I told him. Because he’s been my friend for a very long time.” He walks off, whining and murmuring. Forget this, I need a break. |
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| Mist | Mar 29 2011, 09:48 PM Post #2 |
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Part Six-In which something unexpected may lead to something more I listen to the river wind and flow as I lay on the grass. Green grass, blue water, dark sky, perfect in every way. My miss matched armor pieces lay scattered on the banks. All the others are asleep, so I see no danger of them finding me lounging in my body suit. I close my eyes and lay back. Only to be rudely interrupted by something barreling out of the darkness of the forest and crashing down on top of me. “Hello there.” Brilliant, this guys going to be a riot. He’s a Mandalorian that much I can tell from the red armor. His helmet has off, revealing nappy ruffled blonde hair and smiling crystal blue eyes. What have I got myself into? “Comfortable?” He’s propped up over me where he landed, having just barely caught himself. His eyes travel up and down my body, if he had any idea how close I am to jerking my knee up…”Why, yes, I am.” I grit my teeth, of all the insolent…’Wow, you really like him don’t you?’ ‘Shut up. I do not, already he’s annoying and stuck up’ ‘And you like him. You like the ‘go get ‘em’ attitude.’ “Get up now.” “Why the rush cutie, scared?” I lock my jaw, “You little son-“ “Uh, uh, uh, watch your language.” “Then get off me.” I fold my knees to my chest then push up, shoving off me a lot less hard then I would have liked. “Get lost Merc.” “You are a very unfriendly person. I should put you over my knee and teach you a lesson.” “I’d like to see you try.” I’m snarling now. I would love to knock this guys perfect white teeth right out of his big head, ’Ah, young love’ ‘Can it!’ “Cin’ciri, can I talk to you.” It’s Meerel. Blast it. “Boyfriend?” “Brother, I’m single you freak.” He seems to take that in for a moment. Meerel’s steps crunch on the grass. “Until we meet again, my dear.” When we meet again your face won’t be half as pretty as it is now. With that the slime ball vanishes into the woods again. ‘You like him.’ ‘Do not.’ ‘You’re thinking about him an awful lot though’ ‘How badly I want to murder him’ ‘Why?’ ‘Cause he’s an idiot.’ “Cin’ciri?” Blast it. ‘Men.’ For once those two agree on something. Part Seven-In Which the Real Reason the Republic Sent two ARC’s Becomes Known, or Rather, Unknown “I have stayed up all night talking to a blasted semi-depressed Null ARC; if you’re waking me up there had better be a really good reason.” “Well, ma’am, we were just wondering if, well…” Meerel told them, blast him, and that’s just what I’m going to do as soon as I get up. “What Grunt; come on spit it out.” “Rune would like to debrief you.” “No I don’t, but Sean would.” “Whatever, it’s totally Phi’s turn.” He stood there for a minute,” No thanks, I’ll pass.” Too late for the poor guy, everybody else has walked off. “Just load it to a data pad and give it to me.” “Yes ma’am.” He timidly hands me a pad. I’m sorely tempted to say ‘boo’ and see if he jumps. Huh, turns out they’ve got a problem with some rouge Mandos, so they sent us to see if we could talk ‘em down. That explains why the shinnies here have nothing to do but play fight. An entire planet empty except for a handful of Mandalorians, two Nulls and four troopers sent for no apparent reason. Something isn’t adding up here. I’m going to figure it out, you can’t send someone who notices everything, has a perfect memory and finely tuned fighting skills and expect something big not to happen. “Game on.” Part Eight- In which the First Flashback Happens They’re going to kill us. They’re going to kill us because we’re crazy, we’re dangerous, and we’re here to prove them right. None of the six of us fear the long necked beings that brought us into the galaxy and now want to send us back out. N-1, she told us that if they want to kill us they’re enemies, if they’re enemies, we fight them. But there’s not a lot six two year-olds that look four can do. “This is the second time today you’ve called me here, what now?” “We had only hunted down half the problem at that point.” We’re all too frozen to speak right now. Too scared to even breathe, we know that voice, the human one. He’ll either be our saving grace or our executioner. We all move to stare at N-1, the baggy blue clothes we’re all wearing not quite fitting our form because they were made for boys. One more reason they want to kill us. She nods. I hope we know what we’re doing. “Hunted down? Half the problem, you mean there are more?” “Indeed, the other six. Fortunately not caught by the time you and that mercenary saw the others. I’d hate to think what they might have done in the same room.” “You told me the other six Nulls were dead.” “They soon will be.” I freeze. I’m not going down without a fight, none of us are, we made an agreement. “Are they just like the other ones, if so, the same set of rules applies.” “Oh no, to our knowledge so far they actually seem slightly more stable than the other six. But the same, hardly.” We take this as our early cue and walk in. The air seems to be sucked out of the room. To his credit the man didn’t look overly surprised. N-1 clenched her fist, then released. It was time. Time for it to all spiral out of control. But then, we were only about four biologically, and had only had about that much training, so as far as fighting goes, we’re pretty awful. “ENDEX!” We freeze, that’s what we were trained to do, stop on a dime. “As you can see they present just as much danger as their male counter parts, possible more considering how much more…unstable the chromosome swap makes them.” N-8 mumbled something under her breath. We all carefully averted our eyes to keep her remark unnoticed. ‘Tick tock, tick tock, that’s the sound of your life ticking away.’ I think they’re talking, but the voices drowned them out.’ There’s still a chance. The Kamenioan made it sound like the others got away.’ ‘They weren’t quite as messed up as you, are they? You think they hear voices.’ ‘You only exist because I let you. Both of you.’ ‘Ah, so get rid of us.’ ‘Don’t, you need us, we can help you.’ I resist the urge to throw my hands over my ears. “I know someone who might.” Apparently I missed a decision. “Come with me.” We all look back at N-1, she nods again, of course we follow him. “Yeah Jango, what is it?” “I’ve got a favor to ask.” “What? What’s wrong?” He swings the door open wider. There’s a woman in the doorway. She’s pretty, I guess, I’ve only ever seen one kind of human face, so I’m not, like an expert. “Sweet Manda, Jango Fett what have you done?” “You say that like it’s my fault.” “With you I’m never quite sure. How’d it happen?” “I’m not sure, but it needs to be quite.” “They were gonna kill ‘em, weren’t they” He nods, she sighs, we stand there like we’re slow, I glance around at all the white, wondering what it really looks like. Then I notice that my sisters are slowly trickling inside, so I follow. The room is just as white on the inside. Ugh, I’m starting to hate that color. My body’s screaming and I can’t see. I think people are talking to me, I think I’m starting to hear them. “Cin’ciri, are you okay, Cin’ciri!?” “I think I’m okay.” “What happened?” “Flashback.” “Of what?” “Don’t want to talk about. Hopefully it will be the last one.” |
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