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((to clear things up that may have been confusing when it comes to Theta's silence))

Theta trudged along, cuffs still binding his hands together. Though he had been brought to Raxus, it was not of his own choice. And he was forcibly volunteered to do so. He may not be able to resist any orders anymore, but it was not of his own mentality to do such. Ever since entering the ship bound for his doom (as he so thought), he kept having flashbacks. These flashbacks consumed him, creating stirring visions and other odd mental disruptions.

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Theta looked around him. Bound by clones, and the renegade commander, Copy, he was placed in an isolation chamber. The walls held clamps for which his hands would be restrained. It looked almost like a cross to him, but metallic and diagonal. He stared at the floor, as a pair of scientists looked him over, commenting to themselves.

"What shall we do with him? He attempted suicide, and fired upon his teammates. At least that's the story from all the eyewitnesses."

"Copy managed to subdue him. Though Theta strictly claims that it was all self defense, I doubt his story. I mean, Copy smokes, but other than that, he doesn't break the rules. There's a good chance that Theta is even lying about Copy stunning the ARC trooper, and shooting at Theta. 231 is just an a*****e, a breed of worthless bantha poodoo. I'm surprized that Copy didn't shoot at him. I mean, Theta gets under people's skins so much."

"I hear you. Copy's the best guy there is. I mean, if he can tolerate Theta without taking a shot at him, its a wonder he managed to get demoted."

"So are we here to terminate him?"

"No, the higher command wants to see if they can recondition him. To save money."

"Heck, we spit tons of these a day. Why try and salvage the project?"

"I think Copy said something about keeping him alive. Something about Theta being good, loyal, a nice guy, or something."

"Good ol' Copy. What a saint. But I guess that may be why 231 is so onery. To create an avatar of good, one of evil must be spawned as well."

Theta said nothing, the scientists never got out of the lab anyway. Whatever he would say would equate to nothing in their eyes. They were hopeless fools, fools which had caused the problems which they faced now.

Just like all of them, he thought. They all don't know anything. Its amazing that any clone manages to complete a single mission. They've bred the intelligence out of them all. They are all space happy gunslingers itching to destroy anything and everythign in their path. Damnit. Omicron1938 thought it funny to drop that toolbox on me. They laughed. Delta 345 thought it was funny to see how I would react when he recalibrated the fusion torch, making me melt my first set of armor when I was fixing it on myself. Damn Barve Lamda 73 thought I was the funniest of them all. He purposely fired that pistol. I don't care what everyone else says. Even if he was distracted at the range, even if he was talking to someone else, it was just a ploy... A ploy which would have taken my life if I hadn't stood up getting out of kneeling position.

"Sleemos. Vrelts." Theta mumbled.

"What did he say?" the first scientist asked.

"They will pay."

"He's unstable. Put the band on him." The second scientist stated. The two reached for Theta's helmet, but he resisted. But with nowhere to run, Theta eventually lost, as the circular band was placed around his head.

"Until we can get him into the operating room, the neural inhibitor will have to be external. Hopefully it will make him comply."

"Why you son of a" Theta shouted, before crying out in agony as an electical shock went through his system.

"It will have to do." the pair stated, replacing Theta's helmet, branding the clone in their own way. "Send him off."

And with that, Theta was marched onboard, to help the Elite forces, should they require the usage of a mechanic/slicer/pilot or otherwise. Still in chains, he would cry out at periodic time intervals, as he mumbled profuse words, until it eventually was silent in the ship heading for Raxus.

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Theta trudged along, still bound, monotonic. He was given a backpack, in which were a fusion torch and the only set of keys that could unlock the cuffs on the planet. It was an emergency precaution by the superiors, just in case the inhibitor should fail, and Theta's mind crossed over. According to the scientists, there was a much larger chance of mental instability since the rescue of his suicide attempt, and until the brainwaves returned to a safe condition, he would be restrained to this.

But Theta kept reciting words in his head. By not vocalizing his thoughts, he discovered the inhibitor was useless in a sense.

It matters not how straight the gate, Or the punishmetns on the scroll,
I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

And that sargent Copy will never be successful in creating a mutiny of either.

The entire squad proceeded on the scout path, their accuracy, silencing any droid scouts they encountered.
Copy motioned for the squad to hold up as he checked with their forward scout.
"Charlie Foxtrot team to advance scout. Red, whats the situation of the CP? Over."

Zeta finally resuscitated Gamma and left him to rest on the downed transport. Chi was recovering quickly, and could now do without him. He hopped onto the ground and opened a com to Copy. "Cap'n, I'm good for duty, where do you need me?"

"Affirmative. We're heading your way. keep your head down until then."
Copy ended the comunication and opened one up with the hq.
"HQ, this is the scout team. have made contact with the enemy. They have the comand post and are armed to the teeth. They're using some kind of assault weapon called a protodeka. Call in the troops."
Copy motioned for his troops to move forward in a hurry.

Copy continued to hustle and answered the call.
"Doc? get your a** up here. we got a situation. Red's found the tinnies and he'll need all the back up he can get."

Iota kept looking out for possible droid ambushes, since she felt her skills with a blaster rifle wouldn't help any. Then it happened, her jammer took a stray shot and shorted out for a brief moment. That moment was all that was needed for the nearby patrolling droid to spot her. " Hutt slime! " she said, as she pulled out her blaster rifle and tried to get off a few shots before diving behind cover. The droid came up, looking for its new target. Scanning the area, it turned its back to where Iota was hiding. She took the opportunity and jumped out, latching onto its back, and used her various hacking tools to force open a panel on the droid, and began trying to wreck it systems while the droid tried to sling her off.

Copy suddenly had an idea.
"Doc! Can you drive a repulsor craft? bring one of those Fighter tanks! you'll get here in no time."
suddenly the squad came upon Iota hacking a droid.
behind his helmit, Copy just frowned.
"Fett-girl. blast it and move on. on the bounce. Red needs backup."