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Zeta gazed at Gamma. "I wasn't talking to /you./"

He approached him anyway, setting his helmet down and laying the wounded trooper on the floor with his leg propped up by the blue, yellow, and white dome, next to its crest. He took out his tools and glanced at his patient. "What did you do to it?"

"I'm okay.., a little banged up, but I'm okay."

Sigma sat down, and his holocomm sounded. He gazed at it, and noticed a well built Jedi Knight.

"Greetings. I am General Rabble. Please inform everyone that there is to be a meeting in 2 hours, in my private office."

Sigma nodded, and then told everyone else to come.

Walking into the hanger in his black jumpsuit 613 made his way over to the clone trooper that had called everyone else over. He had spent the better part of the last hour making sure the service droids would take care of his equipment properly and had been ready to take over the job himself when a jedi came by and told him to leave the droids to thier job. Not wanting or being able to argue with a jedi he made his way around the ship, looking for other troopers, who seemed to be in short supply around the ship. Finaly hearing voices he had come to the hanger just in time to see the other troopers comm go off. Walking over he stood at the back of the group, just close enough to hear.

Zeta had nodded at Sigma's response and moved with Gamma and sat down with him, going back to his leg. It was obviously broken with bad bruising, so he applied a healing and numbing agent before inserting two microtools in through it to open a clean hole to place marrow regenerators. "Don't move," he advised Gamma.

Zeta held up his hand to show it to Delta apologetically. It was covered in blood and fluids. He returned it to his work, but kept facing the trooper. "From what I can figure, it seems we're being organized into a small group. Other than that, I can't predict with any accuracy the plans of our superiors."

With that he turned back to Gamma's leg, and had finished placing the regenerators. He inserted some small braces to keep the fragments together, facilitating the bioengineered 'glue' produced by the regenerators. He closed the neat, clean wounds he created with synthskin, then bandaged the leg. He grabbed a nearby rod that was seemngly cast off from some vehicle that was serviced in the hangar during the battle, got a surgical tool which he used to saw the top off, then another he used to weld it to another piece of scrap metal. He got a splint and attatched that to make a slight T-shape at the finished end of the rod, then wrapped the splint with thick bandages. He pulled the rubbery top off of an unused tool for removing bio-hazard liquids and popped it onto the bottom of the rod. He handed the makeshift crutch to Gamma casually. "You need to stay off that leg for a while. This'll do until you get to an official medical bay."

Zeta turned to Omikron and answered patiently, "From what I can figure, it seems we're being organized into a small group. Other than that, I can't predict with any accuracy the plans of our superiors."

He stood up when he finished and simply waited for something else to happen, probably someone asking the question again, an event he waited for still patiently.

((which clones?))