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 Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 4:14 pm
"Fine!Hurl yourself over the edge,I give up.It's pointless trying to deal with a madman!In any case I'm gone!"He turned and began walking away,leaving Theta with his madness.That guy is impossible to deal with!I might as well teach a Gizka to dance.Sheesh,infact let him stay.I couldn't care...I wonder if I'll get to shoot somthing soon.His thought's quickly changed due to a shortened attention span caused by his lattest aggrivation.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 4:27 pm
((I'm going to post pics of theta up in the Imperial Personell thread))
Theta sighed, and watched as the clone walked away. He didn't carry out his threat, but soon realizing this, he fumbled to put the blast cannon away and fusion torch. He pulled his pistol, aiming at the man walking away, but put it down. Something wasn't right. His paranoia began to return, but perhaps too late... or too soon.
He walked through the door he rammed into, only to find himself bumping into several armed soldiers. He quicky got himself in trouble, however, as one of the clones greeted him, and not realizign that he had the pistol still in his hand, raised to point a finger at the soldier, only to have the pistol aimed at the man's chin. In desperate attempt to stuff it away, three other clones wrestled him down, and began marching back the way he came.
Theta struggled quietly, but realized when the clones stopped, he was in the same room as everyone else.
"Why me? Why, why, why, why, why me?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 4:34 pm
((Coo'.))
Psi stifled a laugh,having reeced to his new place somwhere in the back of the group.Seeing Theta hauled in by several clones when he made the illusion of being a well skilled fighter,was funny to him.Of course proving people wrong was usualy funny to him in some sense,even if it was in a life or death case.Not so tough are ya?He wanted to shout out,but he decided against it.He didn't need to hear more jitter,if he did he would have to shoot somthing soon to vent some of the built up frustration.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 4:41 pm
Theta looked at the clone guards.
"Would this thing happen to be one of yours?" The head officer asked the group. But Theta noticed that the attention was not on him, as the few guards relaxed when he quit squirming. This was the chance he needed.
Theta pulled the fusion torch, and ignited it on part of the armor of one of the arms of a guard holding him. Suddenly, a loud cry came from the stabee, as theta felt the other three drop with theta, having lost their balance somewhat. Theta tried to reach for the pistols, muttering somethign about "traitorious dogs", before the other three literally subdued him by lying on top of the paranoid pilot.
"He's quite insistant that you were the ones who wanted to kill him. What a nerf..." The lead guard said, struggling to keep the squirming Theta down on the ground. It really was quite odd to see four clones in a dogpile.
"Take a holopic moment, chief, because when I get out of here, your treason will be rewarded only with suffering."
"See what I mean about him?" the guard stated, driving his knee into the helmet more.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 4:58 pm
Zeta stared for a moment before stepping forward. "Let him go, and get out of here." His tone was as unfeeling as ever, but the order was twinged slightly with what seemed like anger. "Now. You're distracting everyone."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 5:04 pm
The three unharmed guards and the one wounded (but only a scorch on the armor and slight first degree burn) troopers saluted, and marched out. Of course, the wounded one gave a slight kick to Theta as he walked by, which made theta curl up even more as his head began throbbing, as he began to resume his normal, unhysteric, wary self.
"Damnable dogs. Treating me like I'm some vermin. I just want to live long enough to see tomorrow, but no. They drag me to what probably is the place where I can expect the worst odds for survival. Still, they didn't need seven clones to bash my head in..." he mumbled, headache still pounding.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 5:07 pm
"Gee,Theta.I didn't know you wanted slammed into the ground and dogpiled.You are seriously messed,you dont get that if you where scheduled to be killed somone would have planted a blaster bolt between your shoulder blades.The republic isn't sadistic killers and neither is Jango,therfore there is no way we could be unless geneticly altered to be."He shook his head and sighed,in disbelief that they both had the same genetic template.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 5:11 pm
"I thought I went through this before. They want to kill me. It is just they wait until an oppertune time to do it. And maybe you should go look up Jango Fett on the holonet. He isn't necessarily the nicest guy according to some who have met him. So don't necessarily believe that he is a perfect alderaanian either. Why else would they have picked someone like him to be our template? We need instincts to kill, be unremorseful, and most of all, be fitter than our quarry. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one who got the logical part of that man's head." Theta grumbled back, clentching his fists, growing quite peeved.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 6:00 pm
"Whoa there,this I know.But why would you be out to kill yourself?I think you should just cool it and relax.If your so smart maby you should think this through,why would they eliminate you of all the other clones?Why single you out when there is 'somone more qualified then you'?"He began to enjoy making stabs at Theta but this was just in the back of his mind.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 6:34 pm
"You ask so many simple questions. Every cell in your body is capable of killing you. I am out to kill myself because I can be traitorious to myself and thus, I would not want to kill, but unfortunately obliged, to do the deed."
Theta sighed, as if disappointed at the idiocy of this clone. "Why would they dispose of me, simple. They think like you, and since I don't comply, I am to be eliminated. AS to why I got got singled out, beurocratic error. They could have asked for Theta 241 or Theta 213 instead of Theta 231."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 6:40 pm
"Ah,now that that's all sorted out I'll let you alone."He smiled joyfully behind his helmet and receded from standing infront of Theta.Well now that I'm not going to have to worry I'll just stand here and look like I'm thinking.And he did just that.He was distracted by the sheer size of the Tank-Man's armor though."Sheesh,think you've got a big enough suit.If your thinking of hanging around me with those explosives you better have a riot sheild in there."He muttered under his breath.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 7:49 pm
Iota did nothing but stand and watch the bizzare incident of Theta being dogpiled and everything. After hearing him go on like some paranoid whack job, and things quieted down, she said, " I see this squad will be quite interesting to work with. "
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 7:52 pm
"Interesting is right.You shoulda heard some of the things he said earlier when I left to find him.He actualy pointed a gun at me."He shook his head."I swear I'm gonna end up using the Human-Tank over there as a shield or cover.Or atleast find myself wanting to place a blaster bolt in Theta's foot."He whispered to Iota.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 7:55 pm
Zeta offered Iota a very slight smile of agreement, then stepped between Theta and Psi. "Are you both quite finished?" He turned to Theta, cocked his head minutely, then crouched beside him. "Need me to do anything for you?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 8:00 pm
Having finally quieted down, Theta slouched further and further to the door, back to the outside walkway, and managed to slip out as most people weren't paying attention.
He moved to about halfway down the walkway, where teh overhang dripped rain, and stared out at the sea. He felt comforted by the isolation, probably due to the paranoia of being selected (as that meant somebody WAS watching him, somewhere somehow), but also because even with the storm and the waves, he managed to find solace in the repetition and consistancy of the storm.
Though, one could easily tell, that even though he didn't want to think or admit it, one could easily psychoanalyze him from afar, and tell he simply didn't want to hear any more gossip or rumors. Though paranoid, he hated rumors and assumptions above all things. It would seem odd, that a paranoid person wouldn't want to know everything going on, but in this case, it was most logical. He didn't want to hear others assume, and hear the potential stories of others. They were not based on fact. Only what appeared to be. And that troubled him most of all at night, and some may even say the fuel for his paranoia.
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