Any chance we'll see any familiar characters?
No, not this time. Sorry. :/
I'm glad you like it so far, though! ^^
ETA: Also, here, have part two. And please forgive the crappy Hollywood psychology that's in this next bit. :/ Two:
Of course, the inherent shame of being sent to a place meant for the lunatics of the GAR wasn’t bad enough. No, you had to have weekly sessions with the local Jedi, who was less a military officer and more a Force-sensitive shrink. Lovely.
Sergeant 06/2410, or M, sat uncomfortably across the desk from said Jedi. General Ava Cairo, a woman with graying red hair and blue eyes, had the sort of facial expression one reserved for small children or patients about to be told they were dying of cancer. “So, it’s just M, then?” she said. Her voice had a melodious element to it that reminded him way too much of the Kaminoans.
“Yes, ma’am,” said M. The patient’s chair was too plush. He felt like it was trying to eat him alive.
“So, M, do you know why you were sent here?”
“Shell shock, I suspect.”
“I know there’s another reason, M. I’d like to hear it.”
M glanced down at his lap. He muttered the response to her question, not really wanting to say it aloud.
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”Not getting out of this one.
“I said, I assaulted a superior officer. Ma’am.”
You could almost feel the awkward.
“I had some kind of a blackout. I started attacking members of my unit. They think it was some kind of flashback.”
General Cairo nodded. “Do these flashbacks happen often?”Yes.
The look on General Cario’s face said she knew Reach was lying. Thankfully, she didn’t press the matter. “I see. Anything else?”
“I’m not really sure. Something about me getting too paranoid.”
“Would you care to elaborate?”
Zero shrugged. “Well, let’s just say, after what happened to my brothers, I might have gotten a little too…vigilant
for some peoples’ tastes. Just trying to stay safe and all. You know.”
“And what exactly happened to your brothers?”
“…I don’t like to talk about it.”
“Zero, it’s important that you tell…”
“Ma’am, I don’t like to talk about it.
There was a tense pause. General Cairo cleared her throat. “Very well. Let’s move on, shall we?”
“I don’t understand what they were so upset about,” said Slice. “They were the enemy.”
“They weren’t armed.”
“So? Neither was I. At first.”
General Cairo frowned slightly. “So, you see no problem with the fact that you killed several separatist officers…who had surrendered?”
Slice laughed bitterly and leaned forward in his chair. “Ma’am, let me tell you something. The last time someone on their side claimed they were surrendering
, they had enough explosives strapped to them to level a building. That was the fifth time I was the only one to survive something.” There was a smile on his face, but absolutely no mirth behind it. “When you’re me, you learn two things. One, don’t get attached to anyone, because they’re just going to die anyway. And two? Don’t take any prisoners. Waste of time.” He leaned back again. “Yeah, I’m crazy now, but I’m still alive. I think that’s what counts.”
For a second, General Cairo only stared at him. She looked suitably disturbed.She has every right to be,
whispered his conscience. We murdered those people. Murdered.But what if they had attacked?
protested the paranoid voice, the frightened voice. What then?They had it coming,
murmured his dark core. They had it coming.
He was inclined to agree with that last sentiment.
General Cairo appeared to have recovered and was scribbling something on a piece of paper. She probably already knew about Slice’s constant mental debates. He hadn’t exactly been shy about them when the higher-ups had finally caught wind of the fact that he was more than a little off his rocker.Can’t wait to hear her explanation for that one…
“Jay, would you like to tell me what happened to you?”
Jay hadn’t made eye contact from the minute he set foot into General Cairo’s office. His hands were shaking. So was his voice. “I-it was m-my first real b-b-battle,” he said quietly. “I…I p-panicked.”
“Panicked how, Jay?”
“I-I couldn’t think s-st-straight. I was…” He swallowed. “I…I shut down.”
“Do you know why?”
“N-no. I was fine back on K-kamino.”
But the training there had been nothing like that first battle, mortars flying, people dying all around him, blood, blood everywhere…
“I-I think-k I’m d-defective…”
“No, of course you’re not defective,” said General Cairo soothingly. “This is completely fixable, Jay. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
That was a lie and Jay knew it.M. Still grieving over the loss of the men under his command. No chance to deal with his grief properly. Taking it out on others instead. Have to work on confronting self-blame and loss.
Reach. Definitely PTSD. Will need careful handling.
Zero is an interesting case. Hyper vigilance as a coping mechanism for loss of “brothers”, seeking to avoid a repeat incident. Probably harder to confront, as he doesn’t wish to talk about the incident.
Slice is a worrying case. Repeated loss has led to an anti-social personality and extreme mental conflict. Not at peace with himself, probably due to the unresolved loss and a desire for vengeance that he cannot achieve. Worryingly doesn’t seem to care.
Jay. Thrust into the conflict too early. Potentially issues with the cloning process, but probably resolvable. Will also need careful handling.
Ava Cairo finished her notes and glanced out the window. One of the new patients, Slice, was standing just outside the building, staring intensely into the woods. She read over his testimony again. Part of me was saying not to do it, and the other part of me was saying I should run. And another part of me wanted to kill those shabuire. So I did.
The conscience, the part that was still Slice, the fear, brought on by everything he’d been through, and the hatred. All those conflicting emotions chattering away in his brain. Yes, no wonder the poor boy was so lost.
Cairo sighed and filed the papers away. She would have plenty of time to worry about him later. She had other patients to see right now.
“Yes, please, come in…”