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Psi sighed and followed the strange slicer.If I'm stuck on a team with this nut I am using that Tank-Man as a shield.He stood over the clone once again.

"Do you plan on falling on your six the entire way to the rest of the squad or are you going to walk.Time is a precious thing and I dont feel like being blamed for your mistakes."He crossed his arms and looked down at the paranoid clone.

"Please."He looked at the barrel of the blast cannon.The targeting rectile whent over several spots that would minimalize his own damage and quickly disarm Theta.

"Just get up and lets go."Psi rolled his eyes and waited for him to realize what was going on."If your intending to shoot me then you've clearly snapped.I'm no docter but you act severly traumitized.And even if you did pull the trigger there are about fifty ways I could still kill you with my last final breaths.So how about you put away your piece and get up."

"Move an inch and Ill show you why the blast cannon won't be what killed you. You're a spy, sent to destroy me. Everyone wears armor, hiding their face. Even if your targeting reticle can show ways to disarm myself, which is doubious as it can only work with threats in the curret state of affairs, it fails to recognise that the threat doesn't use conventional weaponry. That, and the fact it only works when hostiles are present, I presume. Its just like the systems onboard the walkers and LAATs. It will probably classify me as a friendly, until I fire. Until then, you're just out of luck when the fusion torch kills you," Theta stated promptly, no longer paranoid. Confused, yes, paranoid, no.

"Who do you think you are, a jedi? Mind tricks won't work on me, bub. You could be one of them sadistic spies, sent to kill me, but would rather see me suffer, in which case, you would savor every moment of my agony. Upon which, you would also want to make me suffer as much as possible, so you would make me gain confidence in you, and then kill me, which would mean you wouldn't try for a while to kill me. But in finding you out so quickly, you attempt to prove me wrong, so I begin doubting myself, in which, you would enjoy such the trivial details upon which we find ourselves here, in hopes that self-doubt would cloud my mind and thus allow for a slipup on my part to instead allow you to attack while my guard is down, therefore creating a perfectly natural excuse on why you ahven't killed me. Not to mention, the flamethrower would hurt my armor, but you'd catch some of it as well, not even involving the shot from the blast cannon or the fusion torch that welds your foot to the ground. And spikes would take too long for someone to raise their foot up high enough to be able to press down on any vital spot, which would also require some room to generate enough pressure to crack the armor to be able to necessarily create a fatal kill. But you know that I know this much already, so why ask me?"

"What if I don't want to go on a mission? I'd rather let someone more qualified do it for me. There's millions of other clones out there, why should I get stuck doing the dirty work that you so wish to kill me for refusing to do?"

"But alas! You do admit that the government would indeed kill us! This proves my theory that we are not in fact safe from the very institution we protect. And plus, you already have a pilot and a slicer, so my talents are now unneeded. Perhaps that is why Crash has arrived, in a desperate attempt to make sure my absense is not missed. Not that they care any. Though we are not to fight until we die, we are to fight to achieve an objective, and if the casuality rate is too high, we are to fall back and provide what little recoverfire we can, creating a series of forced withdrawls in order to provide a facilitating order. The difference is that if we were to fight until we die, we might as well jsut walk into battle without our rifles, as we are expendable to the last man, however, without our aid, the superiors on Coruscant are without any shield, and thus, they must consider keeping us alive, and hence, our retreats are necessary to cut losses, instead of fighting to the death, we are fighting to the life. I am not refusing orders, in that case, as I am trying to help keep my services to the government intact and fully operational. If I were to literally "fight until I die" then my talents would have been wasted, except for the use of possibly several shots that would have been intended for someone such as yourself. Which is indeed the reason why I should not be sent out for the mission, and I have not yet broken orders. I'm not even questioning what we do, I am questioning why we do such things if it violates the very orders that we are meant to follow. For instance, why waste my life if I am to be useful? Is that not a direct violation of "achieve your objective"? Death is quite prohibitory to the achievement of the objective of which one is sent to gather, and in doing such foolishness, we ahve wasted the very thing that would save us in a futile attempt to secure something which is in truth, totally opposite of the goals which we all are sent to aquire, and in such, my death is instead much less likely to suprize or amaze the superiors, as they do not even attempt to follow the guidelines whence they set down. But that introduces another quandry, as my talents are no longer needed on the squad, so in the theory, I am to be terminated. However, my services may be needed elsewhere, which I am fully able to understand and compromise, in which that would indeed sort out a full set of compromise and transfer to another unit, one which I would prefer to be less inclined to be the front line of things. Lucky clones with my intelligence get to sit back in the rear, and observe the battle from behind the front line, which is some place where I would indeed prove to be more useful. But instead, the leaders which we are to follow simply forget this fact, and instead, decide to place me into situations where I am to be wasted, as I am not a valuable asset on this team, as my skills have been negated by at least two others on the band of wanna be gung-ho fighters. What say you to this, except more contradictions of orders which you have only to follow, without understanding why they nullify each other quite completely?"

"I've already met with the rest. So objective accomplished. And who said anything about being elite? You even stated in your own words that I would provide less than optimum output on my part, and the fact that the myriad of skills is inevitable to every team. My skills have no myriad, in fact, I would be worse off to be on and be a hindrance than anyone else. You stated that I do have problems, which would indicate a fault in the system of what we work with. So in that case, I'm simply a normal clone, in which case, I am no use to such an "elite" squad." Theta emphasized the elite with such sarcasticity that it sounded almost derogatory.