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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 17:58:18 GMT -8
*The three troopers waited in silence. A silence that allowed Dutch to get a better read in Awen. She didn't seem as if she wanted to cause them harm, but she also wasn't telling them everything.*
*Dutch cautiously took the datapad. The information she told him didn't settle well with him. A clone trooper killing his general like that didn't seem right, and being caused by the chip. The lose of the troopers was a great waste to Dutch, more then he thought it would be. He knew Tups division, but not the soldier himself. Dutch finally looked up from the datapad.* "This..just doesn't seem right. Why would a chip malfunction make him kill his general? How do I know you're even telling the truth about this?"
*He glanced back down at the datapad. The information just seemed so...wrong to him. Then he noticed a small detail about the datapad and the information on it. Why he voiced this observation, he didn't quite know.* "Your datapad is wrong. The date I mean. This information is weeks old, not decades."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 23, 2017 20:48:45 GMT -8
Awen raised an inquisitive eyebrow and reached out her hand for the Datapad. Looking it over she shrugged slightly before shaking her head looking back up at Dutch whispering a reply.
"I suppose to you it would be... but for me this is all history."
She tapped a few more commands into the datapad and handed it back. She wasn't sure exactly how it had happened, but somehow along their journey here they were delayed in time, and not released for some many decades later. She wasn't exactly sure how to explain this to the Clones. But they were first and foremost soldiers. They understood how to take orders, and if they had a proper chain of command, and a leader they trusted they could endure almost anything. That leader for them was Dutch.
The Datapad gave them the results of the battle on Umbara, and then many battles after that. Detailed records taken from the Archives here on Felucia which under Gadriel's reign as Master Librarian had become quite extensive. Planet after planet, operation after operation, battle after battle of the clone wars flipped through the datapad - ending at Order 66, and Project Nightfall - the 501st's attack on the Jedi Temple.
"Your brothers were used as a weapon in what was quite possibly the most brutal and devastating betrayal ever to face the Republic, and the Jedi Order. They were both nearly wiped from existence..."
The Datapad flickered again to the Supreme Chancellor's speech proclaiming the empire into existence, the atrocities the clones committed under his command until they were finally phased out - replaced by the StormTroopers and the mental conditioning programs the Empire used for the rest of its reign. Awen knew that the clones mind was created to process large amounts of information quickly, but a revelation of this magnitude would bring any being to their knees with shock.
"The year is not what is out of place here... Dutch. You and your men have been lost in space for quite some time..."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 21:32:28 GMT -8
*History for her? Dutch was found the statement odd. When he took the datapad back, he realized what she meant. The entire history if the Clone Wars played out in front of him. Starting where him and his men had left off, and the betrayal of Krell. All the information that rolled across the screen both confused and startled him. From the victories, losses and how many brothers had perished.*
*Nothing prepared him for what came next. Order 66 was like watching a nightmare. His brothers turning on the Jedi and destroying the temple, all the way to the rise of the stormtroopers. His eyes lingered in the image of the Jedi temple of Coruscant as the 501st layed siege to it.*
*Dutch burried his face in his hands in thought. How could this have even happened? Why did the turn in the Jedi and the Republic. His hand ran across the back of his head, then stopped suddenly.* "The chip, that's what made them do it without question. That's why you asked about it." *He had many questions running through his mind. Such as how they even got to their current timeline. Would the chip turn them against these people? What about the rest of the clones back at the Acclamator? He had to stop himself though and narrow things down to one question at a time.*
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 23, 2017 22:13:38 GMT -8
Awen smiled as the clones mind worked the problem piece by piece and he came to the only logical conclusion as the why she had asked the questions she did. Awen nodded slowly - kindly at his question and once again pulled the datapad back from the clone. Keying in another few commands she handed it back. This time the image of a Clone named Fives came to the screen - then an image of another Clone - Rex grown old with age.
"A few of your brothers... brave and inventive, discovered a plot behind the chips, and how the Sith Lord had used your people to take over the Republic. Though he was not able to stop Order 66 from happening... he was able to pass along information that ended up saving a few Jedi, and these Clones. They helped form a resistance... which sparked a rebellion that ended the reign of the Empire. They were heroes."
Awen looked over the group of clones - they were taking the news surprisingly well, considering everything and everyone they knew was gone, and probably dead. She wondered what this clone would do with that information - the war he was born to fight was over. What motivation would drive him now.[/scan]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 13:49:41 GMT -8
*Dutch stared at the image of the two clones. One was the average age of most the Clone army. The other was older and more experienced looking. At least there was some relief for Dutch, knowing that a few still stood for the Republic.*
*Everything was starting to sink in for Dutch. The war ending, the betrayal of both the Jedi and the Republic. On the outside he remained as calm as he could, but on the inside he was having a hard time keeping it together. A big question began to lead up in his mind. What now? What was he to do now? Him and his brothers both here and back at the ship. He froze for a second as the thought came to him. All those troopers, chips still in their heads and unaware of the danger, were so close to the base.* "These chips in our heads. Are they still a danger? Because there are close to eight thousand troopers still at the Acclamator."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 26, 2017 14:01:16 GMT -8
Awen's soft smile turned to one of pure compassion and even a bit of sadness as she nodded - proud of the clone - they were never given enough credit as a species. She took her pad back and once more brought up another page that showed the procedure to remove the chip. Eight Thousand men... the procedure took close to an hour to be done correctly, she would need the full medical staff of the entire base at her disposal for this - every droid and even then they might only be able to manage 100 or so at a time.
"Im not entirely sure what those chips are capable of, Dutch. I am not going to lie to you, the technology was never fully looked into. The 501st destroyed the cloning facility on Kamino so that no one would ever turn the clones against the Empire. When that happened all Data on the Chips was lost. Removing them will give each of your men the right to choose, the Freedom... to choose."
She had no right to offer them anything beyond that. She had no position of authority within Altair's Army, save when it came to medical purposes but she knew that look in his eyes, he was a soldier - like Rex he would be one for the rest of his life. That was his choice... thankfully it was Patch that spoke before she found the right words to attempt to comfort him.
"Altair... our Commander, He will give you a home. Here or on any planet the Alliance has access to. You may be safe, assuming the First Order leaves you alone..."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 18:03:01 GMT -8
*So...it was the famous 501st that destroyed the Jedi temple. Oh how the might have fallen. Dutch rubbed the bridge of his nose as he took in the information from both the datapad and what Awen said. This was a lot to take in, but frwedom....freedom actually sounded good for once.*
*His gaze turned to Patch as he spoke of their Commander, Altair, giving them a home, or at least a place they could try to call home now that Kamino was gone. Dutch slid the datapad back to Awen before standing up and taking his helmet in his hands.* "Doctor Awen, you will have a chance to study these chips up close, you'll be getting a lot of them soon. I'll do the procedure before anyone else, just to make sure it's safe for my men." *His eyes passed between the two in front of him before he spoke again.* "As far as a home is concerned, I would rather stay here. I'm a soldier, I don't know anything else. Besides, I don't like the sounds of this First Order. You may need some help, and it's still my job to defend the Republic, even if it's new one."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 26, 2017 18:36:09 GMT -8
Awen laid a hand on Dutch's shoulder and nodded, her ever present smile still on her lips and the aura of light still radiating from her. She was perfectly confident in her abilities to perform the surgery. Brain surgery was simple even for a droid, and she had trained all her life, been a military surgeon for nearly thirty years, and a doctor for twenty before that. Her race had a longer lifespan than most, and she was barely out of her adolescent years.
"You are very brave Dutch, If you are prepared we'll prep you for surgery immediately... you should recover within a day or two, then you can address your men."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 18:56:26 GMT -8
"I'm just doing my job mam." *Dutch looked at his men then back to Awen.* "I'm ready."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 27, 2017 10:28:42 GMT -8
While Patch and the two troopers remained with Dutch’s men, Awen led him away to be prepped for surgery. Several minutes passed and then a handful of the Base doctors and surgeons moved through the check points towards the security area’s medical room. They would observe the procedure so they could then show others, and by this method the entire staff would be trained on how to handle the chip and the safeguards put in place to prevent tampering.
Because of the placement Dutch would be kept awake but given a series of pain killers and numbing agents. But still there would be some decree of pain. Awen was hoping further study would make it easier on those that followed him... but still she did what she could with her knowledge of the force to keep his mind from experiencing the full brunt of the pain. As the anesthetic began to take hold on his mind and his vision began to blur Awen’s mind would appear like a bein of light to guide his mind towards a place of peace and rest within his own mind. The procedure did not take long and within the next 10 minutes the chip had been removed and he was able to be moved to recovery.
”Well done soldier.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 12:00:06 GMT -8
*Dutch could feel the pain killers setting in. His vision became blurred, along with clouded thoughts and lightness in his body. He was awake though, just not functional. A feeling of peace settled over him even though he could feel a sharp pain in his skull. Something was pulling him away from it all, something familiar. Before he could figure it out, the pain stopped.*
*The world started coming back to Dutch. Everything was blurt, and very bright. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the offending brightness. As his vision cleared, he realized that it was a surgical light hanging over him. The painkillers were wearing off now to were he could turn his head and move his stiff limbs. As he did he was greeted by a faint pain in his head. He winced and carefully sat up.* "Well, I'm still alive. So it's out then?"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 27, 2017 13:03:54 GMT -8
Awen and her staff of doctors stood by and watched as Dutch regained his senses. Awen was speaking softly to them explaining the details of the surgery and the possible after affects one might experience, if the chip was activated during the procedure the anesthetic would keep him docile but during this stage the patient might display signs of aggression, Dutch last luckily had not.
”Yes soldier, you live.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 13:18:26 GMT -8
*Dutch carefully shifted so his legs hung off the side if the bed. He wasn't going to stand just yet, his mind was still pretty foggy.* "Well. That's a plus."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 28, 2017 20:45:45 GMT -8
- Several Hours Later -
Awen returned to the Medical room Dutch had been left to heal and recover his strength. The drugs she had given him hours before during the surgery would have worn off by now, and aside from a dull ache where the micro incision had been made to retrieve the Behavioral Modification Chip, there should be no other side affects - however this monitoring period was what that would come to determine, and give him time as well - and perhaps more importantly - to come to grips with all that had come to his attention. Awen moved to the bedside - clutching that datapad to her chest like always - and looked down at Dutch.
"How do you feel Soldier? Are there any more side effects of the drugs or the Surgery?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 8:05:57 GMT -8
*The next several hours for Dutch was one not only if healing, but of self-reflection. He was a tactical man, decisions came easy to him when he had a purpose. Now, though, he had no direction, no orders and no one to follow. The war he was born to fight, and the Republic he was sworn to defend were both long gone. For once in his life he was lost and unsure of what to do or what to tell his men. A choice had been given to him, and he had thought hard about it, but he was sure he had the right answer, or at least he believed it was.*
*His train of thought was broken when Awen returned and asked how he was. Dutch sat up and gave a nod.* "I feel much better mam. No side effects so far, so I think I'm doing alright."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 30, 2017 14:56:52 GMT -8
Awen moved a scanner over the clone's body for a few moments recording his vitals and lingered around the incision on his skull for a short time. The scar was still fresh but it would heal leaving little more than a slight fracture line in his skin. if he ever chose to grow more hair, it would never be seen. Pulling back her scanner and looking over his stats on her datapad she nodded slowly - everything went according to plan, and there was no complications before during or after surgery. He was free.
"Congratulations Soldier. Your men are still in the process of salvaging materials from the wreckage of the ship, some of the base staff are on hand. And a mobile camp has been erected outside the walls of the Base. None of your men save the ones already here will have access to the base grounds until brought in for their own surgery. Of course We will not force the surgery on any of your men... however those unwilling will not be allowed to remain. I hope you will be able to convince them all of its necessity, but I leave that solely in your hands. We are the Empire, and we are not the Republic... you have no obligations to us, we are only here to help."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 21:03:18 GMT -8
"I will speak to them. Soon, anyway." *He slowly up kust incase his body didn't feel like functioning properly. The salvaging would take some time, he knew that.* "The odds are high that I may stay. Once I have a word with your Jedi General...well Jedi Master I guess would be a better term." *Then it hit him, he had forgotten something very important. How he had forgot, he really wasn't sure. The question almost sounded hesitant when he asked, even though it shouldn't have been.* "You wouldn't happen to have records of every Jedi after the fall of the Jedi, would you?"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 30, 2017 21:11:03 GMT -8
Awen nodded and moved to the side of the bed where he lay to be on hand should he need assistance, but she knew better than to help a recovering soldier, their pride wouldn't allow such things. So she stood by and held tight to her datapad until Dutch asked after the Jedi - not a strange request coming from him. Last week for him, they had been his commanding officers, maybe even in his friends. Jedi had that effect on the men they trained and fought side by side with. She learned that from her years patching up the army of one. She gave Dutch a slight smile and nodded slightly looking back down at her pad as she began entering commands.
"The records from those times are largely incomplete, it would depend on the exact Jedi you are asking for... Do you have a name?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 21:27:49 GMT -8
*So she was able to look for it, though the information he sought might not actually be there.* "Her name is Irella Crewood. She was a Jedi General. I don't know her last position before I disappeared though."
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jan 4, 2018 22:23:21 GMT -8
"Level with me, Narvos," *said Aerandir to the Nelvaanian guard just outside of the detention cells.* "Are there really Clone Wars era troopers in there?"
"Could be pretenders," *Narvos answered,* "but their voices certainly sound like those in the recordings. They all smelled alike, as well..."
*Stranger things had happened within the galaxy, he supposed, but the very notion of living relics from the past being present out of their own time period, and on Felucia no less...* "Well, let me see 'em, then."
"Of course, Grand Master."
"Just call me—"
"Apologies, Master."
*Aerandir grimaced.* "Close enough, I suppose." *He still hadn't gotten used to the additional respect that a simple title had garnered him. Where once he'd insist being called just by his name, it seemed now he'd have to settle for "Master." In the grand scheme of things, it was anything but a bad problem to have, but he supposed everyone had their tics.
He strode into the detention cells proper where he witnessed with his own eyes the clones in question, along with some of Altair's staff, including the medic Awen. Nodding to them, he said,* "Hope I'm not interrupting anything. I'm Aerandir Calmcacil, Jedi Master and caretaker of this establishment." *Looking to the clones, he asked,* "Are you all alright?"
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