98. Fordo, Kit, and Plo whump where Fordo's finally done with the republic?
98: “I am done with…”
Characters: Fordo, Monnk, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto and Bant Eerin.
Summary: Fordo gets a call to come down to the Temple.
A/N: I apologize for getting this in late. I hope you enjoy it. This is set in the Shadows of Republic Verse. The other is on the way.
Beep…
Beep..
He groaned, as he tossed to his other side, pulling the blankets closer. He sighed, attempting to return to dreamless sleep. There was creaking above him as his vod’ika turned, beeping clearly disturbing the other.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
“Fordo…” the voice above him sighs.
There was no response.
Beep.
Beep.
“Ori’vod…” they said again, growing irritated, tossing. “Ori’vod, get the comm.”
Still no response from the one below, only the sounds of tossing and turning.
Beep.
Beep.
Bee–
“Ori’vod!” The other hissed, banging the bunk.
“...Yes, Stec?” The one below huffed, tiredness edged at his voice.
“Answer the comm, Fordo,” Stec hissed. “It’s been beeping for half an hour.”
“I know.” Fordo replied flatly, though muffled by the pillow.
“So answer it.”
“The vod’ika know not to call me after the fourth ring. It can wait.”
Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep.
“Clear it can’t, Fordo.” He states. “Now answer it.”
There was a sigh and the sound of shuffling underneath.
Fordo huffed, reaching for his comm on neat nightstand. He blinked as the bright blue light of the holocommunicator sprung to reveal another one of his younger brothers.
“Monnk,” he said, gazing at his clearly dressed brother. Presumably it was morning where he was. “What is it that you need?”
Monnk was fairly capable like all his brothers were. He rarely needed assistance like Kote, Rex or Wolffe did, but he wasn’t like Doom or Gree who preferred being a solo platoon. Then again, he was more suited for diplomatic missions when the underwater missions weren’t available.
“How so?” He asked, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes.
Kit Fisto was a...difficult Jetii to deal with. Not disobedient or uncooperative on missions per se–at least from Monnk’s opinion–but is rather hesitant to trust. He always says that he patrols a ways away from him, while being as always as upset. Though the leading General could not blame him. The Republic is full of a bunch of shebs. With only a few trustworthy ones–which are few and far between, in his opinion.
“I assume you read the reports of the Umbaran incident?” Monnk asked, clasping his hands on his helmet, rubbing it.
He raised an eyebrow. “No...we’re a bit preoccupied with the Hunter crew. Why?”
“The...Besalisk, Pong Krell was killed on Umbara.” He continues carefully.
“So? He’s a sheb and sheb’urcyin to the Republic. I fail to see why Master Fisto is upset.”
His younger brother was silent for a moment, glancing once more at presumably Fisto, who was presumably standing angrily somewhere.
“I think it’s best that you come to Coruscant, Ori’vod.” He said, gazing back at him.
He hums. “Very well, Monnk. Just don’t call unless he becomes more upset. Jate ca.”
“Nuhoy pirusti, Ori’vod.” Monnk said, as he turned off the comm.
He sighs, setting the comm back on the nightstand.
“What do you think it is?” Stec asked.
“I don’t know,” he grumbled, as he laid back down, “but if Fisto seems more agitated than usual, then it either has to do with the Grandmaster or…”
They landed on Coruscant two weeks later after completing their mission. He and Monnk walked through the be’Jetiise Temple, passing by younglings who peeked behind their Masters’ legs or behind marble columns, looking at them with fear in their young eyes. While their elders frowned distasteful at them. The vod had free reign of their only home. It was natural for them to be upset, even if they seemed used to it at this point of the War.
As they walked, slowly but surely, the types of walls changed from those that were old, stained and cracked—to those of better conditions. They were more of beautiful marble that glistened with the sun shining through the tall windows, almost giving an air of peace and tranquillity. It almost gave him a false sense of hope for why he was called here in the first place.
“Is this wing closed off?” He asked, as he glanced about, noting the decrease of Jetii in the area.
“You could say that.” Monnk replied casually.
Though he did not say a word since he arrived, his casual nature seemed offsetting to him.
“This is Councilors Hall,” he continues, smiling, “or as it’s also known as–the Favoured Hall.”
He frowned. “What?”
The younger one asked, he halted in front of a pristine beige colored door. He glanced around the empty hall before he raised his hand and knocked.
“You remember the bounty hunters that were causing trouble for the Republic?” He asked, as they waited.
“Yes.” He answered, adjusting his helmet under his arm. “The ones who were ‘kidnapping’ the Jedi, yes?”
“Indeed.” He nods, as he glances once more before knocking again. “They were apparently the ones who killed Krell on Umbara.”
He chuckled. “They had every right to.”
The red head nods in agreement.
There were rumors of bounty hunters kidnapping Jedi and taking them to who knows where. Originally it started with those in the Outer Rim, picking up Padawans and Knights. Before becoming more bold and taking those of who Guarded the Senate Building. The head of security went missing halfway through the previous year. Since then, security has been lacking at the Senate Building with Senators becoming furious by this.
Though they weren’t the only ones, apparently. There were hushed rumours of the Grandmaster of the Order becoming more distant and irritated by the event.
Monnk sighed, as he knocked once more. “Fisto. It’s us.”
They were greeted with more silence.
“What’s wrong?” Fordo asked.
“There was...an investigation on Krell’s death.” He said slowly, knocking. “There’s a Padawan and a Knight missing from the mission.”
“I see...though not too worrying.” The General nods.
“Well that isn’t the—”
The door suddenly opened and revealed a Mon Calamari standing in the doorway. They were short, with big blue eyes staring at them, rubbing their hands on a towel. Though, Fordo couldn’t help but notice how parts of their dark blue robes and brown pants were stained with–what he hoped wasn’t–dried blood.
“Who—”
“Enter.” The Mon Calamari said simply, as they turned back into the apartment.
He glanced at Monnk, who calmly followed after the Jetii. He followed them into the rather large apartment, but it was hardly what he would call up to code with med kits covering the floor, packets of juice littered the counter and the dining table, the liquid staining it. Whereas the caf table–that was pushed to the side of the room–was piled with new or used gauze, a suture kit, and a few glasses of juice.
For a moment, he could’ve sworn that the fan must’ve been turned on low, as there was a faint whirring sound that buzzed through the apartment before he gazed at Fisto, as he sat cross legged on the floor with–what he feared the most–Plo Koon.
They sat there with Fisto holding him close, resting his chin on his head, while the other rested his head on his shoulder, wheezing as he slept. Though from what he could see, there were half attempts at bandaging laceration wounds along his back, sides and arm, as blood seeped through the gauze and onto the Nautolan’s robes and pants. If he cared he would have changed it by the looks of it, as he stroked his broken wrist.
“What...happened?” He grits out, glaring at the injured Kel Dor, fist clenched.
“Umbara.” Monnk answered, frowning with his arms crossed.
“What?” He hissed, glaring at his vod’ika. “Explain.”
“I told you, the Knight and the Padawan were unaccounted for after the mission was completed on Umbara while Krell was killed by the bounty hunters. Rex and Wolffe only mentioned that Krell was killed by bounty hunters, but failed to tell as to why the two leading Guardians were unaccounted for.” He explained calmly.
“Knight Skywalker and his Padawan?” He asked.
There was a faint whistle from the Kel Dor, but Master Fisto hushed him while stroking his forehead.
“Yes,” Monnk answered. “They are considered important as they are a part of the Grandmaster’s line.”
Kit hissed at the mention of the Grandmaster, glaring over his shoulder at them before returning to Plo.
“I understand...It is usually more of the...lesser known and easier to catch Jedi. Not much investigation being done for them.” Fordo mused. “Though it does not explain why they would harm Plo over it.”
“Well he was the other senior Jedi there with them, as well as having close ties with Skywalker and Tano.” Monnk said, stroking his chin. “The only other one was killed.”
“So? They interrogated the only suspect they had?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Indeed.” He nods. “The kidnappers got away through the ceiling so he and the vod say.”
He gazed at the wheezing Kel Dor, curled on his side, clicking softly at the Nautolan. His breathing sounded off, making small noises as he attempted to breathe.
“They nearly killed him over this.” He seethes, tightening his fist as he turns to walk to the door. “I am done with this karking Republic.”
“Who said it was the Republic who did this?” The Mon Calamari Jedi asked, as they leaned against the sofa behind the Jetiise.
He paused in his step.
“The injuries on Krell were too precise to be any given bounty hunter,” they continued, as they glanced down mournfully at the other Jedi. “The Grandmaster believes that most of the blows dealt to Krell were from a highly trained individual. With the final one being a Lightsaber to the chest which ended Krell.”
Fordo glanced back at his vod’ika.
“Skywalker and Tano are the recent ones who were taken. The other being—”
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. I apologize for the delay and take full responsibility for it. I really enjoyed writing it and hoped it had a proper tone of suspense.
[ID: Text image that reads: And They Call Themselves The Muunilinst 10… what a bunch of A-Holes. In where instead of just the Bad Batch teaming up with Anakin and the others, it’s the infamous Special Ops ARC squad, the Muunilinst 10.Things just got a bit more chaotic for all three parties. /end ID]
Disclaimer: aside from Stec and Fordo, every single one of the M10 are OCs and some tie into my Beautiful Words series.
I also have four sections, three of which are really short and just small clips and ideas, the first section is the longest and part of the first “chapter” if i ever pick it back up
Stec had a lot of words about how he felt about the so-called “best” of the Special Ops among the vode. The “Bad Batch”— Clone Force 99.
If he were a better person, he would’ve brushed off the insult to him and his vode. Was the battle of Muunilinst forgotten so easily?
Hah, he knew they’d have to remind the younger brats who they were being compared to. Four clones with “desirable” mutations didn’t make them better than the Alpha batch. They could argue all they wanted that there were less of them, but they were just tube-babies.
Those four wouldn’t have lasted a moment in Muunilinst, not with them at least.
And Stec didn’t wear the sky blue nor don an ankle-length Kama of the Muunilinst 10 for no reason.
“So we’re not teaming up with Windu, we’re not teaming up with Ti or Koon, we’re not even joining Monn or Secura? What kind of General is joining us then?”
Merry was sitting against one of the walls of Blair’s ship, the Pilot and other ARC’s precious gunship was in due need of a cleaning, but that was besides the point.
“Skywalker,” Fordo grunted and almost instantly those without their helmets on made faces. They knew Skywalker, who didn’t? But that also meant that they knew of his personality, exploits, and more.
“Well, we should prepare wills and testaments then,” Strider scoffed. “The guy’s gonna leave one of us behind, at least.”
“Skywalker isn’t that bad,” Merry tried to defend before pausing. “I— I think…”
Pip raised a brow at his batchmate as Volt signed something to Wise. The sole female Alpha snorted at that.
“Yeah, I agree, we’re best off watching our backs on our own.”
“In fairness, we normally wouldn’t need a Jedi with us, so what gives?” Talon asked Fordo. Fordo ran a hand through his hair, it was getting rather long and they were all due for a clean up as soon as they were back on Coruscant— whenever that would be. Stec was certain that his hair looked like a womprat’s nest.
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Stec's grin was all teeth, something that often made others flinch back when the Alpha ARC flashed it at them.
"You four wouldn't have lasted a moment in Muunilinst," he hissed. "All those special genetics of yours wouldn't have done shit on the frontlines. You wanna know why there's ten of us instead of four and why we can call ourselves the best besides it? Because we're all just normal Alpha Troopers. We're the Original ARCs, don't you forget it."
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Fordo placed a hand on Hunter’s chest, pushing him back before he continued walking forwards. “You’re a sergeant, kid, remember that.”
“Excuse me? You’re all ARCs—“
“Yeah,” Blair yawned as he followed Fordo with Wise and Pip behind him. “ARC Commanders, not only do we Outrank you, but we’re Alphas and Commanders, and this is Our mission. Not just yours. Get off your high horse.”
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“I would have left him for dead, too” Crosshair scoffed, and Stec and all the rest of the Muunilinst stopped in their tracks. “Besides, he’s just another reg.”
There was the sound of a fist meeting duraplast and they turned, watching as Rex attacked Crosshair. The Sniper went down, sliding on the slope and stopping at Volt and Wise’s feet.
“Captain, please,” Fordo said, “You’ll injure your hand that way and Talon doesn’t have supplies to spare.”
Blair inclined his head. “Just another Reg, huh?” he mused. “And what does that make us?”
The muunilinist 10 that I have as OCs are:
- Wise, Alpha 97— Third in command, one fo the few XX Clones, originally supposed to be decomed but saved by Fordo
- Pip, Alpha 81— Second in command, fluid, ARC Lieutenant slicer
- Merry, Alpha 82— ARC Lieutenant, pyrotechnics master
- Blair, Alpha 80 — Pilot of the Gunship, calls it “his baby” and also the one who painted it
- Strider, Alpha 93— Heavy Gunner, is close to Stec and Fordo and the three often have scuffles off duty
- Volt, Alpha 96— Grenade launcher lieutenant, nonverbal
- Caine, Alpha 84— comes from hurricane, heavy weapons arc lieutenant
- Talon, Alpha 85— Sniper rifle is his preferred weapon. Got his name from nearly clawing out Volt’s eye once
and then there was also:
Grim, Alpha 85— Original Medic, was killed by grievous on Hypori so he will not be showing up at all but will possibly be mentioned in passing
Stec is a real character, only he and Fordo are mentioned by name. Stec would be Alpha 78 since i headcanon Fordo and Stec to be batchmates or whatever the alpha equivalent is
I don’t think we talk about the fact that the alpha class clones straight up get stasis chambered until their useful for a little while then put them back again. Like they winter soldiered 100 of our boys and no body ever mentions it. I don’t recall the Nulls getting put in stasis like that and CT’s were never treated like that until the days of the empire probably. The Bad Batch was never stasised like that except for when they were developing. So why do it to the Alphas? We know that they were like the second batch of clones after the nulls right, because they were unsatisfied with how independent and rebellious the nulls turned out. So they made the Alphas more loyal to the republic through rigorous flash training to mold them into being unquestioning loyal to the republic. They were trained by Jango himself so they were the best trained clones Kamino could produce. Sure they didn’t have inhibitor chips and they could have rebelled without that stopping them, but to our knowledge only the prime minister, Palpatine and a couple others could activate them, and the effects wore off with time. But to escape Kamino or desert on the field they would have to escape all of their brothers, and while they may be alpha class they don’t have the sheer numbers the CT’s do. Clones whose chips didn’t work were ordered to executed by other clones as well, so it’s not like the kaminoans didn’t have a back up plan if a few chips didn’t work right. It’s not like the chips were a huge well kept secret, it was just the conspiracy behind it. When Tup broke down and the matter of the chip came out they told the Jedi what they were point blank but they just didn’t tell the whole truth as to why. Meaning the alphas were never really a big part of the order 66 conspiracy, they were just supposed to be test subjects. Like how the unintended oldest child becomes an experiment for parents to learn the right and wrong ways to care for the kids to come. That’s what the alphas are, what they were intended to be. That’s what the nulls ended up being too, though in a bit of a different way. Where the nulls were adopted by their trainers and brought into their family’s then fled the empire with them to settle down all the alphas ever had was Jango. I feel that’s why the nulls and alphas had such a huge rift between them, while created for the same purpose their circumstances were radically different, creating this type of cruel, forced sibling rivalry because they were constantly pitted against each other. And when Jango died the alphas had no one to protect them from being overly exploited (further than what they already were being anyway), had no one to advocate for them, be a parental figure or keep the kaminoans and other viscous trainers from abusing them and putting them through cruel medical procedures. So I suppose that answers the question of why stasis them; it was to be cruel. There was no real significant tactical advantage to keeping them sedated and locked away until they were useful. It was for the purpose of control and keeping fear in the minds of every clone on Kamino. Because if they could do that to the alpha clones who were the republics finest soldiers, the best Kamino ever produced, just imagine what they would do to an expendable CT. Not to mention that we have no canon evidence to what ever happened to the Alphas after the war, their not really mentioned after that they just kinda drop out of the story line. But imagine that when Kamino was being evacuated after the empires take over they were still in stasis and instead of taking them the empire thought they weren’t worth the trouble and left them for dead. Just something to keep on the brain, ya know?
