🐺 ~PROJECT SAC-1~ ⚔️

Chapter 9 - Walk Before You Run🤕

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Fresh armor, and a fresh start!

Fitted with a cybernetic prosthesis, Agent Talla is back on her feet and eager to begin her journey to prove to Doctor Nala Se that she was not a bad investment, and will become the first of many in the sea of blank slates that will make up the Clone Operative division to the Grand Army of the Republic. She has much to learn, about her enhancements, about her divided squadron, and about a new phenomenon - life away from the battlefield.

Agent Talla's new friend, Commander Ahsoka Tano, has asked for her to accompany her to the funeral of General Obi-Wan Kenobi, who was believed to be killed by a rogue sniper. Plagued by guilt over his contribution to Agent Talla's need for a cybernetic prosthesis that is taking some getting used to, Sergeant Hunter aids Agent Talla in her determination to prove to the Doctor overseeing her care that she is able to make the trip to the Jedi Temple a mere five days since her accident...

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(DAY 9 w/ THE BAD BATCH)

The next morning, the Bad Batch brothers got to watch with high amusement as Talla argued with the medic over her plans to go to General Kenobi's funeral.

"My ribs have healed; my concussion is gone, and I have two legs again - I'M GOING!" Talla vowed, arms crossed in defiance since he had immediately said 'No' after her original, more polite request.

Girl definitely bounced from one extreme to the other alarmingly fast.

Hunched over at his desk, the medic had been pinching the bridge of his nose so hard he was surprised it wasn't crushed by now. "SAC-1 -"

"Talla." It was still taking some getting used to, but the Agent was already fiercely defensive about her new name, and only wanted to be referred by that now.

He rolled his eyes, not liking being corrected, "Talla, you just had your procedure yesterday. You are going to have to learn how to properly walk again, and that is going to take some time and patience -"

"For a normal person, maybe, but I'm an enhanced clone, created to be superior to the average regs. If I can predict blaster bolts or lift ten-thousand-pound gunships, I'm pretty sure I can relearn how to walk within the next two days." She countered.

"It's going to take a lot more work than that." The doctor insisted. "You have to relearn how to stand, how to balance, and how to take steps -"

"And I'll work on it the whole next two days, like nonstop."

The doctor switched from the nose to massagimg his temple that was starting to throb, heaving another tired sigh. "Talla -"

"Look, Doc, I swear I'm not trying to be difficult, but my commanding officer and friend has just lost a comrade and mentor, and asked me to accompany her to the funeral for moral support - I'm going, even if I have to crawl there."

The medic threw his hands up. "Alright!" He made an up gesture with his hand, but with a smug upturn of his lips. "Let's see you try to stand up."

Giving him a testy look, Talla did not break eye contact when swinging her legs over the edge of her bed. "I won't try - I will stand up." Gripping the short guard rails on her bed, she let out a breath to steady herself before heaving herself upwards.