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Post by Cyrus Starr on Nov 28, 2013 2:14:20 GMT -5
CT-8590 Maverick sighed as he raised his fists again he didn't know who he got into these messes but, he was in a fight again. Not, against the CIS oh no but a bother clone, one CT-8877 Sev Mav was trying to get a meal down him that is all. Not trying to start trouble, but not the type to avoid it either. Some words were made And next thing Mav known he was dodging punches to the face. And picking up what was left his meal and throwing it into his attacker's face. While his attacker was trying to get rations off his face Maverick lunged for his attacker's body. trying to force the attacker to the floor. Mav was onto top of Sev working over his face with both fists. When the sound of boots was heard coming down the hall.
Mav's face looked bad blood dripped from a cut from his cheek. One brown eyes was blacken. But was feeling good today.
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Post by Arina Fawzi on Dec 6, 2013 17:22:37 GMT -5
The doors hissed open as CT-6887, also known as Sparky, entered the meal hall. The ARF trooper had just finished a report and a little briefing by his Sargeant before he decided to make a food break.
Two troopers sprawling before him was not what he had expected to see upon entering the meal hall. There was nothing he could do but stand there... and blink in surprise.
The meal hall was dead silent, eyes turned to the trio to witness the scene.
He looked at his brother Mav, then to the recon trooper Sev. A frown slowly came across his face, and with a scowl addressed the situation cooly with a bit of a bark to his words. "Save it for the clankers, brothers." It wasn't his place to shout orders, he was a scout, but that wouldn't stop him from breaking the fight up. Sparky had no idea who started it, or what was really going on, but one thing was for sure... he was going to finish it. The sooner this matter was resolved before an officer showed up, the better.
"How do you expect for us to defeat the Seppies, when we're too busy scwabbling with eachother! Pick yourselves up and shake off this stupidity; honestly!"
Satisfied that he had made his disapproval evident, Sparky gave an angry snort before walking around the pair to fetch himself a tray. He didn't even wait to see if they did it, he didn't really care. They had been warned, and if the officers caught them so be it. If they had any common sense they'd take his advice...
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Post by Cyrus Starr on Dec 8, 2013 18:52:59 GMT -5
Maverick heard the hissing of the door as CT-6887 Sparky came in. Mav let out a laugh as he heard Sparky of all his brothers to bark at him. "What do you say Sev, Ready, to take back what you said?" He said wiping blood form his lip. Sev however, just spat out a tooth and some blood. And ran a hand over his nose and forced it back into alignment. "Never I still say your a traitor Mav like Slick and Ghost."
Mav clinched his fist as he felt his blood boil in his veins. He lunged forward starting round two. Now, Maverick could be labeled a troublemaker, a rebel, And a solider didn't take orders very well, Good grief, there was talk that he even kissed Commander Ahsoka once. But, He wouldn't ever betray his brothers. And be lapelled as a traitor was a blow to mav's honor. Finally a group of clones putted Sev and Mav a part. "I am not a traitor." |
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Post by Arina Fawzi on Dec 27, 2013 22:34:35 GMT -5
Sparky had gotten his tray, his meal, his drink and actually sat at a table in an attempt to enjoy it. Tough luck, he just ended up pushing his food around on the plate. He sighed heavily at his brothers.
Then he overheard them.
A traitor? Why?
He wasn't very close to this particular squadron of clones, his normal crew out an about, so these stories and acusations hadn't reached him. The scout blinked in surprise and stood as the fighting resumed again. He let them punch it out a bit, before giving a nod to his brothers to separate the pair.
Sneakily pocketing a handful of dried fruit, Sparky approached the pair with hands neatly held behind him.
He stood right in the middle of them, and turned to face Sev.
"Is there any proof to your name-calling, Sev? I'm sure we would all LOVE to hear it. I don't see the Sargeants or the Commanders coming to take Mav away... in fact... He seems completely fine to me. So, ne'johaa! This is stupid. You have a problem? Report it."
That being said, he turned back to look at the pair. "What are we?! 7 years old?! GEEZ! I don't wanna end up on cleaning duty 'cause of you lot."
Grinning, he turned to Mav and decided that it was best to change the conversation. The clone was still braced to dodge, should his dueling brothers want to go at it again. "Looks like you could blow off some steam. How 'bout some training exercises down in the simulator? Surely scrapping clankers, although only holograms, are better then your brothers?"
(( Ne'johaa! - Mandalorian for 'Shut up!' ))
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Post by Cyrus Starr on Dec 30, 2013 21:46:55 GMT -5
Sev growled, in truth he had reported to the higher up to only got stone walled. Plus when Sev tried to look into it himself. He was ordered to back off. He normally obeyed orders but, this was a traitor that threaten his brothers and the Phoenix. He checked the com logs anyway. What he found shocked him. Sev looked around him and quietly said "ori'haat" he wanted to give someone the copy of the com he had taken but, he didn't know who to tryst anymore. Even his own teammate who seemed to be traitor. He management to get free and left the mess. No one seem to believe him. And even seem to mock him for his claim.
Maverick and Seven had been teammates for a while members of a sniper team. Mav was the shooter and Sev the spotter. Mav watched the only thing close to a friend he had leave the mass.
He seem to relax a bit. "I think a few rounds in the sim would be a good idea." Maverick said wondering what in the force set his teammate off.
Mav rubbed the back of his head. this was one long day, And yet Mav had a bad feeling that it was not over yet. And thing were going to get worse.
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Post by Arina Fawzi on Dec 30, 2013 22:34:34 GMT -5
Sparky listened to Sev with a frown. He was glad that the current struggle was over, but he knew that it was far from over. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly when Sev said he wasn't kidding. The way he said it made Sparky question it all, growing even more curious. He was a scout... reconnaissance was his JOB. Investigating and being curious was his life! It's what he was trained for. He made eye contact with the trooper, a firm look that meant 'we'll talk later', but soft enough to show his curiousity and concern.
With a heavy sigh, he turned to look at Maverick as Sev left the room. "All right then! Let's get outta here then."
Leading the way down the hall, Sparky quickly did a quick glance over his equipment. He had opted for the plain ol' white set of ARF trooper armor... mostly because wearing camouflage at this given moment, ie onboard ship, was quite redundant. So he was set to go, and with helmet tucked under his left arm he called over his shoulder. "I hope you're set, if not, then we can just meet at the Sim." He gave a friendly smile, hoping that this whole thing would ease his brother's tension.
Sparky was still curious though, far too curious for his own good, not to mention concerned. There is definitely no doubt he'd be talking to Sev later; as much as he hated having to do recon work with his own brothers.
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Post by Cyrus Starr on Dec 31, 2013 0:00:39 GMT -5
Maverick was worried about Sev some much so he almost didn't see Sparks leaving. Sev and Mav would normally fight but only in a sparing manner. This was the first time that they been in anything but sparring. And of course they would trash talk like two war buddies would. But, having Sev swear that Mavirck was a traitor. The sniper wouldn't admit it but he was rattled and he hoped that a few rounds in the sim would relax him. He was wearing the white amour of an clone. But to be honest he hated the amour all together. He like being unseen and unnoticed. And wearing amour did seem to help that at all.
Maverick checked his gear. He had almost everything. But, he noticed that one of his knifes were missing. The knife in question was a combat knife good for close combat but also well balanced for throwing. The blade had a wave design that anyone know that it belonged to Mav. "Sparky, I am always ready." He said trying to sound upbeat. But, the worry was in voice. 'I would never betray my brothers ever. Even if it cost me my life.' Mav thought as he tried to fight off the worry.
Sev had seen the look from Sparks. He hid his copy of the logs along with a copy of the last message sent from the coms. He couldn't shake the feeling of fear and distrust. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. He hated this waiting it felt like he was waiting to die,
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Post by Arina Fawzi on Mar 22, 2014 14:49:08 GMT -5
Sparky was no officer, but still he felt obliged to step in when his brothers seemed down. It was always like Sparky to try and boost morale, but normally, it was the sargeants and his brothers that stopped him! His jokes and surprises normally led him to trouble, not the other way around.
He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Maverick was following. He grinned, and continued leading the way with his visored helmet tucked under one arm.
"Great! To be honest, I've been looking forward to the sim all day and I'm glad I'll have someone else out there!"
His casual chatter wasn't meaningless, the scout was just trying to lighten the mood. Not many take being called a traitor lightly, and while Sparky was incredibly curious as to what Sev had to say, he needed to address the moral issue first. Maybe during the sim he'll sneak away to find his other brother.
Sliding into the simulator prep room, he dropped the helmet over his head and stretched lazily. "So ! What do you feel like?! Team Death Match? Capture Points? High ground? Low ground?" His gaze slid across the 'armory', the weapons used specifically for the simulator. "I'm more or less down for anything..."
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Post by Cyrus Starr on Mar 26, 2014 0:10:45 GMT -5
Mav smiled, "Thanks Sparks" The thanks were two fold, one was for trying to soft the blow from being call a traitor. The other was for being the one for breaking up the fight. He figure the officers wouldn't be as forgiving about two clones fighting each "From being called a lose cannon to a traitor, my life is looking up." Maverick trying to show his own odd sense of humor . His mind kept going back to what Sev had said. 'Why? Why would Sev think that?' Mav shook his head 'focus on mission, mission comes first. I just hope thing calm down with Sev before our next drop.' Mav thought
Maverick followed Sparky in the prep room. He slipped his bucket on his head. " Any thing that is a challenge my friend. I need something to focus on. Other then Seven for now. " He said with one of his dangerous grins. Mav was know for this grin, it was his trademark. And it showed up right before he did something crazy.
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