Memories

[tech_nically]

I - Evaluation - A training session turned deadly.

II - Retrieval - A mission isn't without its complications.

III - Countdown - Objective; remove inhibitor chips.

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III - Countdown

[tech_nically]

[The Venator must have been sitting in the scrapyard for quite some time to have reached such a dilapidated state. Scraprats everywhere. But there's the medbay, thankfully partially open. Getting it open otherwise would be difficult without power, but with a bit of muscle, you and Rex manage to push it up. Inside doesn't look very promising. You flash your torch across a panel that hangs open, watching as another scraprat falls within your light and screeches at you before scrambling beneath it. Well that's unsettling.

Rex apparently has different opinions than you do on the matter.]

This will do nicely.

I would no longer call this medical bay a sterile environment. [There are probably a number of regulations that this place falls short of, and the more you get a look at things with your torch, the less positive of an opinion you have.]

Do you prefer to use the facility on Kamino?

[...an excellent point.] This will do nicely.

[Echo steps over to the console. Despite the rest of the ship being powered down, the medbay should still have a backup source to access.] I'll calibrate the surgical pod.

[Lights begin to flicker on as the system comes to life. The screen on the console begins to load up, and the chamber of the surgical pod starts to brighten, providing most of the ambiant light in the small room. You take out the device you've made once you've set the rest of your things aside, turning to Wrecker who sits at the edge of the pod bed.]

Time to get scanned, Wrecker.

Let's...get this over with.

[He clutches the right side of his head, grunting through the pain. That it's been more frequent of late has been concerning, but then that's why you're all here, after all, resorting to such drastic measures such as sneaking into Scrapped Guild territory to make use of the abandoned Jedi cruiser.

You prepare the device as Hunter removes Wrecker's pack to set aside with the rest. Omega hovers worriedly by him before stepping back as you begin the scan, watching the screen of your datapad. She has her concerns, and for good reason. You're here to remove the inhibitor chips from your heads and the only successful proof you have of the procedure is Rex.

Something pings your scanner then.]

I think I've found something... Ninety degrees from his right orbital floor, below the parietal and temporal intersection...

[Wrecker pulls the device off, shoving it at your chest.] Get...that...away from me.

[That...is troubling. You imagine your look mirrors Omega's own as you both stare wide-eyed at Wrecker. He's wincing in pain as he holds his head once again. Omega steps towards him, gently resting a hand over him. She looks up at you and the others.]

Something's not right.

[Wrecker groans even louder as the pain seems to be spiking. You wholeheartedly agree as Rex suggests that things need to be sped up. You nod at Echo and he starts warming up the pod for the procedure as you continue to monitor Wrecker.]

You boys got lucky. Very few clones were immune to the effects of Order Sixty-Six. It's...rare.

[As Rex speaks with Hunter behind you, Wrecker continues to flinch against the pain that seems to be increasing steadily, and you glance briefly at the other two as you wonder that this is really the best place for this conversation. Rex and Hunter step back, but you can still catch their words.]

The Regs attacked the Jedi on Kaller. I didn't understand why. We couldn't save the Jedi. At best we helped the padawan escape.

[Wrecker's clutching his head in both hands now. Best you inject him now so he'll be out for the procedure.]

Relax. This won't hurt a bit.

[His hand stops yours, grasping your wrist, but he doesn't meet your gaze. He's just being difficult about this. Wait, no-

His other hand's suddenly around your neck. Breathe- can't breathe-

That's not the Wrecker you know

Those eyes

That focus]

You're in direct violation of Order Sixty-Six.

[He's moving

Your feet leave the floor

Things blur

He let go-

the wall-]