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((how weird is it to be both the doctor and the patient ND?))

Sigma shouted from the door, where he was blasting away more droids. Luckily, their was an ammuniton droid near it so he was able to quickly gain ammo.

"Here come the rest of us, lets get the hell off this slab!" Sigma shouted, as the rest of the special ops unit filed into the freighter.

"Dammit Copy, then hail the damned cruisers, and I'll blast the droids!" Sigma exclaimed as he shot down three more droids.

In the distance, he saw a lone clone, running towards him, battered and exhausted.

"Clone, what are you doing?" Sigma asked, knowing that this clone should be out with the rest of them in the battle.

"Just wanted to let you know..Commander Skywalker was captured," the clone wheezed, "There's only twenty-five of us left...General Kenobi is making progress on the Protodeka though, with the IFT-X...too bad there's only one remaining,"

The clone panted and then, he fell, dead to the world.

Then, Sigma knew.

This battle is truly lost.

Copy hissed. "Damn it trooper, I told you to not call me that. stupid b*****d I'd kick your a** right now if we didn't have bigger problems!" Copy found his gaze looking to the power conduit that ran the length of the ship to the intact core.
Intact Core?!
Copy turned to Theta.
"You, do you think that you can get that powerplant running?"

"Sarge, I am in shackles. The only thing I'm allowed to do is fix things or slice things in case you get into deep poodoo. And with a neural inhibitor, along with the analysis of the situation, I'm screwed into saying I probably can. And forced to try, or feel quite a shock to the system, no pun intended. However, you will have to give me time. I might be able to repair it faster than licketysplit, but only without inhibition. But first, the shackles must come off," Theta responded.

"I'll do what I can, sarge. But don't expect a miracle too early. It may be intact, but getting it operational is a completely different matter." Theta said, the shackles falling to the ground. He took to work examining the core, noticing so many problems with his task that logically it would be impossible to fix.

Logically.

This, however, was also the thing that Theta realized. Reason was overruled by the inhibitor. Irrationality was only a byproduct of it. Theta quickly took his helmet off, and pulled the band off his head, before replacing the helmet.

Though thoughts and insticts rushed back much quicker than Theta had anticipated, every wheel, gear, bearing, and other piece of machinery his corrupted head had began working. He was disappointed at the fact he was supplied with an inadequate set of tools, but they would have to do.

Iota proceeded to sneak by several groups of droids to the frigate, unseen by their scanners thanks to her jammer, though at the last minute, a droid came too close, beyond the minimum range the jammer could work in, and gave chase. Iota made a mad dash for the frigate, taking several hits that luckily, only damaged her armor, but enough to cause her to be unable to go into battle without repairs 1st. " That... was close... " she said, having just reached the safety of the frigate.

"The more time I spend answering questions, the longer I must spend reorganizing thoughts trying to multi-task. Things aren't repaired in an instant. I don't have the best tools, so it will be jerry-rigged. Now focus on your job, and I'll focus on mine, Sarge." Theta retorted.

"Iota may be useful... perhaps."