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Survivor's guilt, and a kaleidoscope of butterflies!
The infamous Experimental Unit: Clone Force 99 boasts their blatant disregard for following orders, but Sergeant Hunter is facing an unspoken rule he has heard rumors the clones and their Jedi Commanding Officers can break, yet is faced with a more complex dilemma no one in the Grand Army would ever experience - facing the unspoken rule with a subordinate of a different genetic template placed within the squadron he leads.
Completely oblivious, Agent Talla is continuously bewildered by the vast galaxy and its complexity, was starstruck to meet the humble leader of the Republic she took an oath to protect, and longs to befriend the snide sniper who continues to torment her. The female clone strives to tackle each new challenge head on to prove her worth...
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(DAY 11 w/ THE BAD BATCH)
With a content, sleepy sigh Talla awoke in her hospital bed... wait, HOSPITAL BED?!
She shot up from the mattress, whipping her head around in confusion, seeing the same four white walls that had been her prison since the accident.
'Wasn't I in a taxi?!'
'When did I get here?!'
'How did I get here?!'
Her armor and boots were sitting in messy piles on the counter across the room, and looking down Talla saw she was just in her blacks now.
As if he was creepily standing by and waiting for her to wake up, the medic marched in at that moment. "Good morning, Agent Talla! How's the leg?" He bid too cheerfully, leaning on the edge of his desk and crossing his arms ever so loftily.
She blinked to try and get her bearings. "Uhhhhhhhhh... fine." Upon moving though, an acute burning sensation making her suck in a sharp breath through her teeth. "Okay, maybe a little bit sore."
That triumphant smirk on his face made her want to punch him, the look giving her the same effect as the Chief Medical Scientists victorious demeanor did, "I'd think so - you WAY overdid it yesterday, and now you'll suffer the consequences." His tone was irritatingly condescending because he had no tolerance for clones who made more trouble for themselves even after his helpful suggestions that would minimize suffering, especially one who had all the best treatment available to her unlike all his other brothers, yet it was so carelessly rejected.
"I just need some painkillers and I'll be fine." Talla stated defensively, not complaining anymore so he wouldn't have any more opportunities to talk down on her. By herself she swung her legs off the bed, pressed her mouth in a grim line to stop another wince from come out of her mouth when the affected foot touched the ground. "Do you know how I got here? I don't remember coming back last night." She blatantly changed the subject, seeing his almost jubilant look grow even more if it was possible.
The medic hated what she tried to do but hopefully wouldn't have to deal with her childish defiance for much longer. "I suppose you fell asleep in the taxi, and the Sergeant decided to carry you back up here instead of waking you up." He enlightened the Agent, reaching behind him to pick up the bioscanner and approached her for an examination without bothering to notice Talla's cheeks burning.
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