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ARC-5094 Spec Ops Brigade Comms Specialist Part-Time Assistant to Captain Maze   Indie/Semi Selective Star Wars OC Sidebagel 

[sergeantscribe]

blce-stripe replied to your post “blce-stripe replied to your post ““I-I’m sure… Someone w-will rescue...”

"Hold on, Sergeant, gonna get this off you."

“AGH - I t-t-think its broken, sir..” 

[sergeantscribe]

blce-stripe replied to your post ““I-I’m sure… Someone w-will rescue me… Soon.” ”

"We got a live one over here!"

“H-Help - My a-arm is pinned - I can’t feel it, s-sir!” 

[sergeantscribe]

“I-I’m sure... Someone w-will rescue me... Soon.” 

[sergeantscribe]

Still pinned between the remains of a wall by an upturned workstation. 

“HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEY -” 

[sergeantscribe]

“Help... Someone? A-Anyone?” 

[sergeantscribe]

Vibes collects the stack of flimsiwork. "Thank you, Sergeant."

“Happy to, um... Help, sir.” 

[sergeantscribe]

"Hello Sergeant. I'd like a GP-233N please. Seems your Captain has something we all want."

“Huh?” Scribe looks up from his terminal. “Umm… Yes, eh, sir…” 

The sergeant turns in his chair, swiveling around to the cabinets behind him. “GP-233N… GP-233N… GP-233N…” he mutters to himself. Rummaging through the containers. “Ah.. Uh, here i-it is, sir.” 

Scribe turns his chair around to face Vibes again. Slamming a thick stack of flimsii forms onto the desk. “GP-233N - ‘Request for C-Confiscation’… Um, sir.”  

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okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send me your headcanons for my muse. ( bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )

[sergeantscribe]

#Poor Scribe 

        “- It’s... Um. Fine - Really.” 

@blce-stripe

[sergeantscribe]

addaspotofmaraniumtothewarhead replied to your post “"Seems that one of my fellow Lieutenants, ARC-0284, was mistakenly...”

We've all been replaced. 

STARTS BUILDING HIS FORTIFICATIONS FASTER. 

[sergeantscribe]

*Sighs* Turns and walks away

||| @fivc555 |||

“H-hey don’t…” 

Scribe simply watches Fives exit. Then scrambles to start barricading the bunkroom he’s holed up in. The replacements weren’t going to get him. 

[sergeantscribe]

"Seems that one of my fellow Lieutenants, ARC-0284, was mistakenly believe to have been replaced by a copy. Safe to say that some of the higher ups, your Captain included, were fooled."

||| @fivc555 ||| 

Scribe slowly lowers the weapon, keeping it raised just enough to still be used.

“So you’re… S-saying that, uh - No one’s… Been, um… Replaced? Wait - That’s w-what someone who’s been replaced would s-say. “ 

[sergeantscribe]

Throws hands up and slowly backs away. "Woah, woah, alright."

||| @fivc555 ||| 

“G-good. Now y-you’re going to explain w-what’s going on here.” 

[sergeantscribe]

"Calm down, Scribe. Seems there's been a /minor/ misunderstanding."

|| @fivc555 || 

Scribe’s hands are shaking as he squares the sights of his rifle directly at Fives.

“I said s-stay back! Y-You’re not gonna get me!” 

[sergeantscribe]

Retreats into a corner of the barracks. Pointing a blaster wildly at everyone.

“I-I don’t know w-who I can trust here anymore! A-All of you just... Stay-STAY BACK!”  

[sergeantscribe]

❝ We’re in the business of saving lives. That’s a responsibility we have to take pretty seriously. ❞

A Few Good Men. 

|| @fivc555 || 

“Y-yeah… I do take what I do - Uh, seriously, sir - Collating ops reports and… Keeping the comms going helps save, um, a lot of troopers in the field. ” 

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For the sake of character development, feel free to ask me anything you would like to know or are unsure of about my muse.