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Normal speech: "Hello there..."
Loud speech: "WATCH THOSE WRIST ROCKETS"
Angy spech: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE, YOU DAMN CON?"
Internal comms(ex: between CST-3342 and Phoenix and for the "recordings"): {"You ever wonder why we're here?"} {"No, because I know that you're here for war crimes and I'm just along for the ride"}
External comms, long range: <<Strider 1, Fox 2>>
Whispering, quietly complaining, grumbling: "grumble, grumble, grumbldy grumble"
Thoughts: 'So if one smol boi in yellow ship added to a trade federation donut ship and a shit load of battle droids is equal to one smol boi in a yellow ship, not donut ship, and no battle droids, what the fuck were the rest of the pilots doing? Also, what the hell did Naboo do with those droids?'
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Bon Gad: Congratulations, the performance of CST forces on Geonosis and the performances of those deployed for *mouth clicking thing* demonstrations have resulted in the Senate and the Jedi Council giving the green light for widespread CST deployment.
CSTs: *start cheering*
Bon Gad: Don't get too cocky. *more mouth clicking* You're all still criminals even though you can now fight to get time cut off. Everyone see your parole officer for your next assignment. You've got a lot of work to do.
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Mission: There's a blockade over Christophsis. Punch through it by any means necessary
CSTs Assigned: CST 3342 ("Scav"), CST 0312 (Linn Agos)
Mission Briefing:
Alright you two. You worked well together on Geonosis, so you'll be partners for the foreseeable future. You're being temporarily assigned to the force on and over Christophsis, with your first job being to do what ever it takes to punch a hole in the blockade. After you're through the blockade, you follow orders given by the highest ranking officer, or, if permission is given, work as an independent unit against the enemy.
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Scav: Hey Linn, catch *slides a small, rectangular crate to Linn*
Linn: *stops crate by placing a foot on it* What exactly is this?
Scav: Why don't you take a look?
Linn then opens takes the top of the crate to reveal a mask of [REDACTED] design. The mask had a pair of horns mounted on the forhead area, with there also being a combination of metal and organic scales and spines on the sides and top of the mask. The front of the mask had a large single piece visor, similar to that of the ARF trooper hemlet, but larger in order to provide better visibility. The lower half of the front of the mask featured a design reminiscent of a predator native to the [REDACTED] system, with it's multiple rows of teeth. This area of the mask also had two points where things like CBRn and life support systems could be attached.
Scav: You kept trying to take one of mine last time, so I decided that it was about time that I made you your first one. But for any others, we follow tradition.
Linn: Aww, thanks. I understand why you were so secretive about what you were doing now. *puts on the mask*
Scav (nervously): How's the fit? I can adjust it if I nee-
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Star Wars The Clone Wars: The 444th CST Battalion
Science FictionWar, war on a galactic scale for the first time since the era of the High Republic. Wars lead to things like experimental weapons, letting the cons out to fight, and throwing said cons at the enemy to soften them up for the other forces. Meet the 44...
