ARC Null 10

I was thrown into war when I was ten years old, and I've never forgotten Jaing Skirata, formerly known as Null--10, ARC in the Galatic Republic Army They can report me as stolen property all they like The truth is, I stole myself

[nulluse]

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[lostserenno]

Jaing Skirata, and the name doesn't mean anything to him, not the way the word 'clone' does, but then again Yan has skipped much of that part of history. He has read enough about it, and heard enough about it, that the disquiet in his chest is far from faint, because what happened is unclear but he knows enough.

But he releases it into the Force, merely regarding Jaing, and then nods, because he doesn't have to like the man to learn from him, and because the Force does not tell him anything unusual about Jaing.

Of course, the Jedi stillness while thinking is something he'll have to work on, but Yan is not focused on that right now.

Instead, after a moment, he decides to be just as frank, and offers Jaing a wry smile.

"It would be highly hypocritical of me, Jaing, to judge anyone for their origins." And then, "I'm Yan Dooku, and I would appreciate it if you forgot the last name now that you know it."

[nulluse]

Ah. That would do it. Jaing grunts, and files the information about his new charge's identity away. As he continues to walk, he murmers under his breadth, "gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaasla." He doesn't expect the other to know, but it's not meant for him. It's centering himself, reminding himself as he suspects he will have to remind some of his brothers.

"Right," this is meant for Yan, said louder and more clearly. "If I'm training you, I'll need a sense of what combat you can do already. I assume blade, but you got any kind of experience in hand-to-hand, or blasters?"

He takes the turn in the hallway that will have them heading toward's one of the smaller training gyms that's less likely to be in use. Jaing doesn't care about embarassing the kind in front of an audience, but it'll be easier to put him through some assessments if they don't have to wait for others to use the equipment.

[scribeherself]

the absolute devastating intimacy of a forehead rest. when you are both just so tired from existing in a world that demands you to be a rigid, functional individual, and you finally collapse into each other and just lean your forehead against theirs, or against their shoulder. it’s the physical equivalent of dropping your shields. it’s saying i am entirely heavy right now, and i am trusting you to bear a piece of that weight. and the most beautiful part is that the other person doesn’t even flinch. they just adjust their stance, tuck you a little closer, and absorb the impact. we were designed to divide the burden of being alive.

[nulluse]

it's projecting-on-our-muse hour, baby, strap in

Morals and ethical decisions feel like a preformance to Jaing. The lines he's supposed to say, the objections he's supposed to have. Does he feel emotions over his dying brothers because that's real emotion... or because that's what he's been told he's supposed to feel? When he doesn't torture a prisoner- is it because he believes torture to be wrong, or just because that's what he was told he should avoid?

They were raised to be "loyal to the republic" but that overtly a cover, Kal'buir didn't hide much of the truth there. So if the loyalty is a role, then what else is? Lines in the sand, behaviour he's not supposed to do, thoughts and feelings that he pretends to have-

He can act the role he's been assigned to play. Doesn't mean it's any less of a role.

[alabyte]

not a grain of remorse behind those eyes (his dad is proud of him)

[nulluse]

the urge to make a Mara Jade RP blog (except is there even enough post-trilogy folks to justify it?) (also fuckkk I'd have to code a whole new blog)

[vizslajetii]

To be in denial about a throne traditionally won by conquest is certainly a situation, but then again, these are strange times, and Tarre is trying to make his peace with them. And the years of diplomatic training do help more than anything else, because a thousand years do change a lot.

He still frowns a little at the mention of his poor saber, which should be on Coruscant in the Jedi Temple, but this he doesn't point out. He simply drinks, and considers the posed question, because he's long decided how to answer it.

"Solo, to a degree. I've spent a long time in the furthest reaches of the galaxy, doing what I could for people and freeing slaves."

Because he did so, in his time, and he did so when he arrived, and so it is far from dishonest.

"Let's just say it was about time I came back home, at least for a short while."

[nulluse]

"Yaim'ol," Jaing toasts, raising his glass. Kamino, Coruscant, a ship bouncing between warzones. Mandalore. Yaim was so many things, even within his own life, and he could celebrate the ease for which others found theirs. Claimed theirs. Returned to theirs.

"Well if you need anything, bug Shysa about it. He's more than happy to help folks get settled, for all he claims it's not his place. I think denial is part of his cover against the Empire."

[holonetdaily]

HOLONET  DAILY  MONTH  ISSUE  01 

Obi-Wan  Kenobi’s  romantic  life  uncovered!  (Secret  love  child  exposed?) 

Anakin  Skywalker  causing  major  galactic  traffic  violations  with  crashed  speeders  and  daring  escapes  from  Senator  Amidala  and  Senator  Chuchi’s  apartments.  - Love  triangle  scandal? 

Local  psychic  announcing  a  10%  off  sale  for  all  new  clients…  cheapskate  or  an  up  and  coming  rival  for  spiritual  inquiries?  (We  still  think  the  discount  should  at  least  be  30%) 

Yoda  spice  and  cookie  heist! 

Continue  to  stay  tuned  for  more  gossip,  scandal,  and  intrigue.  Be  sure  to  keep  your  eyes  peeled  and  share  receipts!

[nulluse]

can't believe the main headline is *that* and I'm getting asked about fucking cookies. No respect in this Republic, I swear

[cinderedgrief]

Bron'ig nods at Jaing's permission but does not ask any questions yet. What he wants to know is if it's just this one member or if all the members have hidden comlinks. Finding nothing else on this member, he stands from his crouch and steps over to the next one.

His footsteps are completely silent, cushioned by the Force, and if they hadn't already known he was there, they wouldn't know. So he does his best not to be a distraction, which is ironic, as he himself gets distracted, frozen in a crouch over the next body as Jaing works.

The beskar splitting skin leaves a taste on Bron'ig's lips reminiscent of the cool meiloorun treats he had as a Padawan. The indistinct whispers tickle his ears at the man's fear. The shadows pull around him as he tugs at the man's fear with the intent to help Jaing along, just a little, a tease. And then he releases the suffocating grip he has on the room and turns back to find another similar hidden comlink.

Behind the helmet, he smiles.

Finally, the fallen Jedi stands and walks closer to the two working, though he remains far enough away not to encroach on Jaing's working area. The Jedi don't torture; Bron'ig tortures differently. This knifework, pain, play, broken bones, and blood, Obi-Wan has known this dance since he was a child. It has left its scar in many ways.

Yet he has no sympathy for the man before him.

Bron'ig crosses over to the table, careful to remain in Jaing's line of sight - he would rather not walk behind the man right now - and sets the two comlinks down. One for him and one for Jaing. Plus, any good tactician or investigator always attempts to get 2 solid pieces of evidence.

When there's a pause in the questions, he takes the moment to ask, "Do you have one?" It's simple, but direct. Yes, he knows what his crew is doing and is complicit. No, and his crew was up to something behind his back. In which case, Bron'ig has no further need for him.

[nulluse]

"I-" Oh, but which way to go? Which knife to fall on? And this, Jaing knows, is part of why he didn't try to kick the bounty hunter out of the space. Having someone else, and their agenda, and their ability to threaten the victim? Now the Captain is off his toes, he doesn't know if it's better for himself to say yes or no to the question, about if he should deny or be honest? "I- yes, I do, it's in-"

Jaing reaches out, and runs his knife over the man's jacket, until it catches on the thing seam, and he splits it open. The small comlink tumbles out onto the table. "Naughty, naughty."

Jaing picks it up, turns it over in his fingers. It matches the others, and while he might not know right in this moment what the comlinks lead to, or what this bounty hunger is up to.... He can smell a trail. Something to follow. He's not force senstive, but he has just as much as instinct for what he can do.

Rumours, stories, a trail of crime.

This stop on the trail is wrapping up. But he's got the roadmap now, in the comlink, and the location.

"I think I have just about everything I need." Jaing looks over at Bron'ig. "Anything else you need before I end this hut'uun?"

[nulluse]

Jaing on space twitter or whatever:

re: Chancellor Palpatine waffling on the Clone Rights Act again. Thought you might find this file helpful (attached: files from Palps' private server)

Today I stole three million credits from the Senate. They can't use this tweet in a court of law because I changed the law codes while I was at it.

Be gay. Do crime. Encrypt your shit.

Re: DMV not accepting your new pronouns. Fixed that for you. Never say the clones haven't been worth your taxpayer money."

Bored. Hacking the Separist banking. Who needs their rent paid this month?

[nulluse]

jang skirata, have you heard the rumours about padawan braig and master yoda stealing cookies from the kitchen of the Jedi order?

".... Last I heard, Yoda made weird swamp stew, and nearly killed his human padawan because whatever that troll eats, its not human-safe. So like.... if the cookies are safe for him, is there really anyone else in the Temple who'd want them?"

"Anyways, it was my understanding that Yoda was Grandmaster of the Order, and that makes him something like the Supreme Chancellor, so all the cookies are under his command anyways."

[nulluse]

Jaing would 100% get into fights on space-Twitter. That man is doxxing people left right and centre in fights over AI. Threatening senators over their votes on Clone rights - and then following through on those threats. Changes space-Twitter code so those tweets can't be removed. He's a menace

[vaulter]

the pre-chip canon clones being the mirror image of the jedi is so compelling to me…what was their training and conditioning if not mastering attachment, and what was order 66 if not them setting that attachment aside in service of some greater cause? they, too, needed to put whatever personal feelings they may have had aside in order to carry out their duty to the republic. delicious

[tragedywoven]

The chair creaks against the floor as she uses her foot to push it away from the table so she can slouch a little in the chair. Her last expedition was a bust; the client was pissed at her, and in the end, she was 500 credits in the hole.

At least Jaing offers a good distraction from the loss.

His comment has her lips twisting in a way that clearly shows she's trying not to smile at his very clearly accurate assessment. It's so endearingly cocky for a clone; it's impressive. Zu'elah isn't very familiar with the intricacies of the war, and frankly, she doesn't care. But she knows enough about clones from the HoloNet and from the tabloids that they were trained by Mandalorians. The style of their armor did not go past her sharp eye when the war started.

Taking a sip of her drink, she attempts to hide her smile but knows it's moot. Jaing is sharp, and even though he's angled away from her. She's not an idiot; he's a soldier. He's Manda. Are they ever truly relaxed? Holding the drink in her hands rather than placing it on the bar, she picks at the label on the bottle.

"And if it's merely the case of an interesting field study," she asks, genuinely curious, even though it's more than that, and she actually finds him somewhat decent company.

As an anthropologist, she's itching to understand the societal and cultural structure that the clones have established. But they always seem so guarded and standoffish. Something she can understand, considering their limbo as a technical property of the Republic. It reminds her of the New Nihil.

Not her family, as they claimed, just the hands that wielded the tool.

[nulluse]

"Oh, if you're gonna poke and prod me as a scientist, I'm gonna get a lot more ale to get through that."

He lets the smile reach his eyes, turns his face towards her so she can see it. It's not easy for most of the Nulls, to accept being experimented on when they had the childhood they did, but she's not that kind of scientist. The joke can be a joke.

He's seen enough of her (pulled her out of one disastorous situation), and dug into her presence in the files enough to know- she's not the kind of scientist to do the things that the Nulls find so horrible. The evil that comes out of biologists and cloners is entirely a different pale.

So the gates are lowered. The smiles flicks across his face. He jokes with her.

"You'd have to pick up my tab, and I don't think you can afford that, darling."

(@astrivagrant)

[vizslajetii]

Bardan, and that is a name worth considering, and Tarre lets his reaction be only minimal, a bare tilt of the head. A faint consideration, at most. It feels both important and barely so, when faced with the guilt and the grief and the enormity of what he has learned.

Tarre knows better than to let the grief consume him, but he knows it will be there for a long time. He knows meditation will help little.

He also doesn't tell Jaing that he has felt Sith in the Force, and that he even agrees with Bardan, whoever he is, to a degree. It is not the moment.

But Tarre has faced more Sith horrors than most, in a way, and while his expertise has always been destroying them...

"I cannot promise I might know anything useful." He settles for, in the end, tired and sorrowful. "But I have encountered many Sith artifacts and creations during my travels."

He does not ask for more. He will understand it if their Force-sensitive is overcautious, now, but that only means Tarre will have to locate him on his own if an introduction is not an option.

[nulluse]

"That would be grand." Jaing's voice teeters- trying to boost his own hope, trying to recover from feeling all the emotions, not quite there yet. "Any help-"

They are trying, but like he said, this isn't Bardan's place of expertise, and it isn't going well. They have begun to solve the aging question, at what should have been celebrated with joy has only been damped and dark and bitter.

Because there was so much else to solve now.

"Any help is welcome. I should give you Bardan's comm number." He can picture Kal'buir's face if yet another jetiise showed up at the homestead, and the amusement at that imaging does the last to clear out his gloom. For all that Kal and Vau complained- "We got the space, if you need to crash."

[nulluse]

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"He paid $1,000 for the privilege of being here, just like you, little millionaire."

Jaing rolls his eyes under the helmet. Just because- actually wait, he can say that. "Just because he paid, doesn't mean he can stay." And he continues to hold onto to the squirming Bo'ika's arm.

Kal'buir had been musing about how they didn't know what happened to Boba after Genosis, about how he regretted not tracking him down... Well, when he said that kind of thing enough, even if he never asked about it, even when the trail is years old in a hell of a civil war-

Jaing tracks down Boba, at a bar slash fighting pit on some backwater planet, acting as a bounty hunter and claiming to be working with Bossk.

Little Gods and Stars Above, that kid was going to give him a headache.

"He ain't even legal, and he's coming home." Whether he likes it or not. Whether the bouncer of the fighting pit likes it or not. Whether Jaing has to pull his blaster or not. "You gonna stop me from taking my little brother home?"

[rp-meme-central]

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