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Addressing the medic, Copy replied. "You understand what happens to him if we dismiss him don't you? The toothpicks take him apart to figure out what went wrong. They don't value any of us except as credits and experiments."
Addressing the Arc he simply nodded. "Understood."

Zeta sighed slightly. "I doubt that would really happen. I could encourage them to experiment by placing him in a civillian setting. As his personal physician, I doubt they would disregard my suggestions. And besides, he is already exceptional; so are we evidently, and they haven't done any experiments on us. I'm positive there are worse cases than his to experiment on, and they don't have the time for one who was already designated unique due to errors in indoctrination."

Zeta sighed again and nodded, not bothering to use his newfound equality due to rank. He lifted the ARC's head and checked his vital signs through a port on the back of his helmet. As he suspected, it was shorted out, so he removed the ARC's armor as quickly as possible and lifted him onto the medical table. Kaminoans rushed in suddenly, and Zeta pulled away from them. He'd relegate care of the trooper to them.

Theta sprinted down the hallway, having only twenty feet left to go. Instincts are soemthing every clone had, and now he felt that he had a crosshair on him. Just to make sure, he tapped into muscle memory which had been implanted into all of them. He spun, firing three shots from his blast cannon. He didn't see where the fifteen bolts flew, but it was a shotgun pattern, and quite effective at covering him. However, the skill required to do such a feat had its drawbacks: it hadn't been used for quite some time.

Feeling way off balance, Theta tumbled into the wall, right at the intersection, though adrenaline kicked in. He scrambled to the right, as he tried to traverse down another hallway, in hopes of not getting hit before he moved...

Copy peeked down the halway just intime to see Theta start to turn. he slammed on the control and the door snapped shut, intercepting the bolts. It wasn't a blast door but it stood.
"Good. grab a gun and follow me. we need to take him down." Copy opened the door again and bolted down the hallway after the rogue clone. he activated his comlink and alerted security of the run away. Theta stopped an an inersection and Copy fired both barrels of stun blasts at him, trying to hit him before he moved around the corner.

((Rogue? He's being shot at! That's enough incentive to flee as is!))

Theta slipped, falling to the ground again, and by sheer luck missed the stun bolts. He scrambled down the hallway, turning again, this time into an equiptment room, and found a long piece of grappling wire, which he nabbed without missing a beat, and exited again, back into the same hallway, as he didn't even turn around to see who all was still chasing him.

"Wrong turn, but hopefully it will be useful," he panted, taking the next left, to the outside storm. He turned to see if anyone was behind him, only to hear a whirr, and the door open with security bustling through the door. But poor Theta had the worst of luck, as one of the clones bumped right into him, at such an angle that Theta felt toppled over the railings. The guard nearly fell with him, but managed to stay on the railing as Theta plunged downward.

Lady luck is a fickle woman, often teasing certain people quite badly at times. Theta was now to be teased. Upon being thrown from the collision over the railing, the grappling hook attached to the wire managed to hook itself to the railing, and being attached to theta, managed to catch him about 75 meters lower. This sudden deacceration, of course, is painful to all of us. Theta was no different, as he sighed. His arm was held by a piece of rope, dangling over a stormy ocean.

"If I had a knife, I could try and swing to the platform there," Theta mumbled to himself, quite distressed. "But I have nothing... Not to mention, i'm plum tired."

Several of the guards called to Theta from the top, jeering at his predicament.

"They will die for their treason. Opening fire on a fellow teammate, and assisted attempted murder are two counts which I dont' think the republic takes too kindly on..."

Theta began to be blown by the wind, swinging back and forth.

"Happy Winds-day...."

"I can still try, sargent!" Theta snapped back, looking at his belt. He spotted his fusion torch, his most trusted tool.

"If I catch a good enough wind, I can carry myself to the landing platform over here, and then steal teh LAAT. The only problem is timing the jump, you see. But since you want to kill me so badly, then why don't you? I can keep myself alive if I wanted, but right now, I'm on the thread. I can survive, but you have quite the advantage, Sarge! So really, the question is not Will i give up, but rather, Will you commit to murder of myself, a clone, and therefore, be convicted of murder and friendly fire? You already have shown agression and hostile use of weaponry to a clone, which is probably enough to demote you again. Would you really want to serve the same fate as I?" Theta fired back.

The storm grew wilder, as Theta felt himself swinging faster, and the rope becoming harder to grasp. The rain moistened it, as Theta doubled up, with much pain to his arm.