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[Sep. 14th, 2006|09:35 pm]
PsyClone - A Star Wars Republic Commando RPG
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[smartest_mouth]
What: Lunch
Where: Arca Barracks eating hall
Who: Any of the commandos who feel like coming for food



Fresh from the sonic shower that had cleansed the not-so-fresh experience of the morning's exercize, RC-8015 entered the eating hall to face a host of dopplegangers. They all looked like him, but to Fi, each day that went by since the resolution of his recent anti-terrorism assignment distanced him from his brothers more and more.

Not all though. His Omega squad brothers seemed to be going through the same mental changes. If there was anyone he wished would hurry in and join him, it was them. Even the Delta boys; he quite enjoyed teasing them, too.

As he sat at a table with his tray of processed field rations, the group of six troopers at a nearby table nodded at him. As he teased the first beige-white cube of nutrients with this fork, he toyed with the idea of going to join them, get the latest report from the front.

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From: pforplenty
2006-09-15 07:25 pm (UTC)
Darman sat down across from him with his own tray of rations, mirroring his Omega brother as he went about his business eating. He didn't have to go out and ask if Fi was preoccupied with something - no, his body language was enough, and the way he currently sat down, with his head tilted a little to the side, told Darman all he needed to know and then some.

Still thinking about that bit of ops with Skirata...

Truth be told, they all were. Darman kept thinking about nearly being fried alive, what they could have done better, what he had done just fine (his relations with Etain, for example), and why had Skira seemed so upset with Etain anyway? She hadn't said anything to him, but she wasn't as good at hiding her emotions from her face or her body language as Skirata was. It was clear to Darman they'd argued about something, and that bothered him.

Brain up front, Darman thought irritably. All this pointless worrying about whatifs was better suited to civvies, not him.

He glanced at Fi and caught him glancing at the six troopers sitting nearby.

"New friends?" Darman asked.
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-09-17 06:26 am (UTC)
(OOC: discussion continued on the other thread. Just wanted to make sure you didn't miss it.)
http://community.livejournal.com/psyclone_rpg/622.html
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From: oh_sev
2006-09-16 03:24 am (UTC)
It wasn't that he liked Omega any better than his pod, but Sev felt he owed Fi back for keeping his mouth mostly shut about his shoulder. That was the kind of thing that made comrades into brothers, and even though the rest of Delta was still a little at odds with Omega, Sev wanted to erase some of those barriers. Besides, Omega and Skirata were his type of crazy, in a way that his squad just wasn't.

He didn't bother asking if he could join them; Darman was plainly worried about something else, even if he was talking, Fi was...well, Fi, and besides, conversation was better saved for when they weren't trying to grab a meal. There was room enough for his brothers to join them, if they so desired, and he liked spending time with a larger crowd. It was so much more comfortable.
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From: exploding_wit
2006-09-16 05:00 pm (UTC)
Scorch whistled idly as he walked down the aisle between the tables, looking for one of his brothers. Having another Delta around made mealtimes that much more enjoyable. He was definitely enjoying this downtime - however brief it was - after that decidedly insane operation with Omega.

Tray balanced in his hands, he noticed that Sev was sitting down at a table with Darman and Fi. Even Scorch had to admit it - the two squads had actually become something akin to friends during the course of their last op.

Shouldering past a few troopers, Scorch found a seat directly across from Sev.

"Good afternoon, ner vod," he said theatrically to Sev, a grin on his face as he set his tray on the table. "And how are we enjoying today's scrumptious gourmet meal?" He nodded to Darman and Fi briefly before spearing a hunk of the bland stuff on his fork and stuffing it in his mouth.

It was gross.

But such was life.
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-09-17 06:24 am (UTC)
Fi just barely had time to derisely snort at Darman's comment, when Sev and Scorch joined them before he could come up with a snide remark about how the six troopers at the other table were actually Darman's secret admirers.

The snide remark award instead went to Scorch who expressed his contempt for what passed for food in a clone's life, in a way Fi himself might have sponsored.

But there was no reason to go out of his way to admit he approved of the Delta commando's humour. Not when it was Sev, rather, that caught Fi's attention just now. The memory of his injury was still fresh in Fi's mind, and the mental torture the need for secrecy seemed to have put Sev through, going as far as appearing to go deeper than the physical agony he must've endured.

What might have been excellent blackmail material for other people was just a golden opportunity for teases to Fi.

"Very funny, Scorch," he sniggered. "Still shouldering that kind of sarcastic abuse every day, eh, Sev?"
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From: pforplenty
2006-09-17 06:56 am (UTC)
Darman poked around at the food cubes - they looked like they tasted, which was bland on just about all counts and then some. He found himself almost fancying those questionably nerf steaks back at Qibbu's, but decided that he'd better not getting used to actually tasting his food. The clone dug in once more, half-listening to Fi and the Deltas.

He wasn't too sure how he felt about this "leave" business. After the events with Skira, Vau and the Deltas, sitting around doing practically nothing struck him as inane and boring.

Not that Darman wanted to throw himself into the front lines, but he felt he could be doing something better than doing nothing - how civvies did a whole lot of nothing in their day to day lives was beyond him.

"Sev's not the only one," Darman jostled Fi; it was about as playful as the clone could get.
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-09-17 07:27 am (UTC)
Ouh, nicely said.

Fi let Darman's comment hang in the air for a couple of seconds, his left hand raised in a showcasing gesture, his smile wide and proud.

"See Dar? Hang around me enough and you can start pulling off a witty retort or two. Might just happen to you too one day Sev, if you pay attention."

Yes, if Fi could keep his immediate Omega and Delta family close, and have moments like these on a regular basis, we might just be able to get on with life without thinking too much about the "normal life" civvies took for granted.

...Maybe.

He kept grinning in spite of himself.
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From: oh_sev
2006-09-17 09:14 pm (UTC)
"I can be witty," Sev told Fi in a dead-pan voice. "Just ask Scorch. I'm a riot." But he grinned at Fi, because he was still pretty sure Fi hadn't told his own squad. "But you take it to an extreme. That smile just says you're a complete di'kut."

He tempted a bite of food. It didn't taste...well, it didn't taste like much of anything, which was disappointing. "At least you don't have to wonder what all's in this stuff," he pointed out. "And it's guaranteed to not make us sick."
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-09-17 10:19 pm (UTC)
Sick of eating it, maybe. Fi still hadn't bothered to skewer his first cube, nor was he terribly concerned about its impending ingestion or lack thereof. If at least they made an effort with presentation. What about a day of every week where the cubes were little Weequay heads?

He let Sev's comment about his grin pass, because to all purporses, he was rather correct.

"What do you think, vode?" he asked, addressing the whole table as he savagely stabbed the foodstuff at long last and held it before his eyes. "Do you think it tastes worst now than it did before? Before we had the decadent previlege of ingesting Qibbu's very finest?"

The six troopers at the next table were almost done, he noted, barely pausing between bites.
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-09-19 02:30 am (UTC)
Still intensely focused on this ration cube perched sedately atop his fork and waiting for his companions to respond to his quandry, Fi eventually made out the wobbly blur at the back of his field of vision to be none other than their squad-mate Atin.

"Hey Atin!" he yelled quite uselessly as the other commando was already making his way over, "Over here!" His fork was now twirling around in circles over his head, eventually sending its captured foodcube flying free and into Scorch's plate.
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From: oh_sev
2006-09-19 03:53 am (UTC)
Sev eyed the ration cube now sitting on Scorch's plate and shook his head. "At least Qibbu's had flavor, even if you couldn't always figure out what you were eating," he pointed out, trying to ignore the fact that Atin was on his way over. He still didn't know where he stood with the other clone, or even what he felt about him. Having a problem with your sergeant was one thing; trying to murder him was another entirely. Especially because Sev still felt some loyalty to Vau.

But even he had to admit that Vau was a right bastard most days, and that Atin did deserve to stick a blade in him. So he smiled at his brother and tried to make nice, something he was extremely unpracticed at. "How's it going, ner vod?" he asked.
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From: rc_3222_atin
2006-09-19 05:02 am (UTC)
Atin made a crooked smile as Sev and Fi turned towards him. He didn't know what it was, but no matter what sort of mood he was in, his brothers could always somehow cheer him up.

However, he wasn't one to completely dump all his issues on others. There was a certain social ethic, that he and his brothers had slowly been witness to since their introduction to Triple Zero, not to mention his brother's experiences in the last few years anyway.

"Oh, all's well," Atin said in response to Sev. There was a certain unspoken kinship between him and Sev, though he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Something about their similar backgrounds. Regardless, Atin held a certain reserve in the way he carried himself.

"What's up guys?"

ooc: ok, in TZ, wasn't there a certain paragraph or two where traviss described Sev feeling similar to Atin in that regard? I don't have the book on me, but I just want to make sure that's correct
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From: oh_sev
2006-09-19 07:32 am (UTC)
OOC: No, they had a bad past and didn't get along much. See Atin's reaction to Sev's vod'ika comment, somewhere fairly early on.
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From: rc_3222_atin
2006-09-19 08:23 pm (UTC)
ooc: right, my bad. I think I was thinking of Ordo and Atin. I'll keep it in mind
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From: pforplenty
2006-09-19 08:16 am (UTC)
Darman scooted over to give Atin some room.

It felt a bit weird to be with Delta Squad without the presence of Skirata - he'd grown almost used their sergeant limping around the group as he went over decidedly sketchy details regarding the black ops back in Qibbu's dingy bedrooms. Watching Atin approach and noticing Sev's gaze following him, Darman frowned to himself.

This time there wouldn't be any Jusiks to be here to split up any potential fist fights; Darman he was relieved to see that Atin was in the same red fatigues as the rest of them and wasn't sporting his wrist-mounted vibroblade like the night he'd tried to go after Vau.

"Holding up, mostly. Bored," Darman shrugged.
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-09-20 03:27 am (UTC)
Fi spent the time it took for Atin to sit down and exchange words with Dar starting begrudgingly at his bare fork. How dare you... That was my food. I will slot you and all the utensils in your miserable family.

Alright enough silliness. Flipping the fork expertly between index and middle finger, he grabbed it back-handed and planted it in another unsuspecting foodstuff. "We can't have that," he announced in mock-serious tones. "We've proven we can do better than that. None of us is allowed to be bored ever again. I propose a game."
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From: oh_sev
2006-09-21 07:15 am (UTC)
I really shouldn't, Sev thought, but he opened his mouth anyway. "What kind of a game? See who can eat the most cubes without getting sick?" There was no way he'd turn down a challenge, especially if Fi was the one offering it.

Wasn't that how he'd dislocated his shoulder in the first place? he reflected.
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From: exploding_wit
2006-09-21 04:09 pm (UTC)
Scorch was absorbed in eating; only half listening to his brothers' banter as he chewed the tasteless, vile ration cubes.

He'd just finished his helping when another cube came out of nowhere and bounced on his plate. He looked around and noticed Fi staring at his fork as though it had betrayed him.

"But I just finished the last one!" he said under his breath. His attention on eating broken, he focused on the conversation around him, and heard something about a game involving ration cubes and illness.

"Ah, Sev, I think I win that game, what with this timely donation to my plate." Scorch glared at Fi with a practised amount of false anger, and then laughed. "Well aimed, at that."
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-09-22 04:39 am (UTC)
Sweet, sweet Sev had clearly tried being sardonic about it, but Fi could tell that Adventure's Greatest Gift was genuinely curious. He seemed to be developing a gift to get the Delta-man eager.

But it was Scorch's comment that made him chortle ponderously. The man's humour was sometimes difficult to decipher. Did he sincerely believe Fi had landed the cube in his plate on purpose? Well, all the better if he did. Let the rumours of nutritional-marksmanship be added to his repertoire of skills.

"Nothing like that..." he started halfway through his chuckle. Then paused. "Actually, that would be up to us, wouldn't it?" Lifting his fork once again, a new cubical victim hanging on to its tip, he flashed a grin around the table. "I propose that each one of us decide on a trial through which all members of both squads will go through. We'll tally up points and declare a victor.

"The trials could be anything. Sharpshooting, infiltrating, dancing, fierfek, even MRE-eating if that's your strength! Whatdya say?"
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From: rc_3222_atin
2006-09-25 11:50 pm (UTC)
Atin pondered on that idea for a few moments. The MRE idea was out of the question; enough of those and then both squads would be in the 'freshers for hours.

Dancing humoured him. However, he didn't know about the rest of his brothers, but he wasn't the one to like to draw attention to himself.

Sharpshooting and infiltrating sounded the most appealing, though. And with Omega's black matte katarn armor, what better contest than the latter?

"Infiltration." Atin said, after chewing down another MRE cube
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-09-26 04:11 am (UTC)
Fi had been intently staring at Sev, guessing he'd be the first ensnared by the dare.

But his eyebrows shot straight into the mess hall ceiling when Atin expressed his restrained interest.

"Well," he said as a cocked a grin, "Looks like someone's in! What about the rest of you di'kutla?"
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From: oh_sev
2006-09-27 11:22 am (UTC)
"Infiltration's what Delta does best," Sev said. True enough; it was just quiet infiltration they had a hard time with.

And as painful as dancing would be, Sev would gladly hand over his DeeCee if it meant watching his brothers attempting to dance. "After infiltration, dancing. At a bar, in public."
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-09-29 05:55 am (UTC)
Fi almost wished he'd have bitten down on the ration cube already, for that would've given him an excuse for his choked cough that followed Sev's statement.

"Hey, hey, now," he said defensively, "Not that I refuse the challenge, mind you, but still, which Kaminoan was responsible for purging all the imaginative genes from Jango's profile?

"Do try to think of some challenges of your own, not just the examples I gave."

Dancing, eh. Oh, boy. Why did he have to open his big mouth?
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From: oh_sev
2006-10-01 03:41 am (UTC)
"Creativity isn't my strong suit," Sev replied. "I point and shoot. With a little bit of blowing things up in between.

"Wrestling. I bet hands-down I could whip any man on your squad. And it wouldn't be difficult." He grinned at Fi. Even though they were the exact same height, weight, and built, Sev frequently felt bigger than his comrades. Maybe it was his extreme ego, but in physical contests, he felt that none of his vode were his match. Plus, the chance to whack all of 'em across the mouth in the name of "fun" would just be...well...fun.
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-10-01 05:02 am (UTC)
"Alright, now we're getting somewhere," Fi commented, all the while grateful that dancing was no longer a topic.

He... actually wanted to dance... The prospect of showing a total lack of inhibition in front of his bewildered vode inspired him greatly, it's just that... He'd be terribly worried about doing it right. If he made a fool of himself, his confidence would end up paper-thin.

Not for the first time, he wished he were Mereel. The Null was the image of everything Fi dreamed of conveying, himself, except that the older clone made it seem natural. What was an increasingly tenuous mask for Fi seemed completely genuine and pure in Mereel. The man was... fascinating.

Refusing to let his thought glaze over him too obviously, he got back on target. "Tell you what, everyone, let's just leave it at that for now. We currently have Atin's and Sev's challenges; let's the rest of us think about it and leave a note in each other's quarters when we've chosen our own."
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From: rc_3222_atin
2006-10-09 04:07 am (UTC)
After finishing the last of his MRE cubes, Atin took his tray and got up.

"Sounds good. Seeya guys later."

Atin took his tray, set it on the nearby tray holder, and headed off to his quarters.
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-10-09 04:16 am (UTC)
I had suddenly just occured to Fi that they'd just decided on an absolutely silly, completely unauthorized extra-curricular activity without the presence of their respective squad leaders.

Niner and Boss were probably off somewhere... In fact exactly where were Niner and Boss...?

Without a word but making sure Atin had seen it, Fi flicked an informal salute towards his departing brother.

Atin's abrupt -if predictable- departure seemed to help Fi come to terms with his defeat in his struggle against the uninspired food he'd yet to start ingesting. He started shovelling three cubes at a time, hoping the quantity would compensate for lack of quality.

And all the while he had the slightest smile on his chewing mouth, at the thought of where this crazy contest might take them.
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From: rc_3222_atin
2006-09-18 02:36 am (UTC)
It was still a few days after the successful counter-terror op alongside Delta. After that, Atin could definitely see him and his brothers pursuing more 'black' ops.

Of course, a successful op was not without it's bad memories. Omega and Delta came out generally unscathed - a few cuts and bruises (and burns for Dar) that could be dealt with via bacta, but not all scars were physical.

Atin still had thoughts of getting rid of Vau every so often. He sometimes wondered if that was normal, for a sentient to think of killing so much. It was as though it had become a goal in life, alongside fighting for the Republic. He was sure there was a word for it, but as Atin entered the mess hall, he tried to let those thoughts bugger down.

After all, it was time to focus on his stomach! After grabbing a tray of some MRE cubes, he saw the table where Fi, Dar, Sev and Scorch were, and walked over.
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From: smartest_mouth
2006-09-19 02:29 am (UTC)
Still intensely focused on this ration cube perched sedately atop his fork and waiting for his companions to respond to his quandry, Fi eventually made out the wobbly blur at the back of his field of vision to be none other than their squad-mate Atin.

"Hey Atin!" he yelled quite uselessly as the other commando was already making his way over, "Over here!" His fork was now twirling around in circles over his head, eventually sending its captured foodcube flying free and into Scorch's plate.

(ooc: I posted the same reply on the other common thread. Feel free to respond to it there so we can all be in the same one)
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