928th War Song Corps - Help Us

@warsongcorps

(A multimuse blog for my OCs) The 928th, formerly of General Pong Krell, is finally on the holonet with the help of our new General and her Padawan (and their mechanic). We don't bite/

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So the rumors are true.... You guys are under new management, huh? Well that’s good to see. Anyone here interested in helping my boys hack General Grievous? -Capt Alcor

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*one of the clones nearly slams his helmet on, them sees it's a vod, and smiles easily, dark eyes twinkling* that sounds like fun. How do you plan on doing that?

- Vestra.

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Well we’re trying to figure out different methods to hack into cybernetic limbs right now. Overriding a nervous system is kinda tricky, of course.

-Capt Alcor

You could work a neural shock into whatever program you manage to tack on. *brushes short curly hair back*

- Vestra.

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So the rumors are true.... You guys are under new management, huh? Well that’s good to see. Anyone here interested in helping my boys hack General Grievous? -Capt Alcor

@118th-special-forces

*one of the clones nearly slams his helmet on, them sees it's a vod, and smiles easily, dark eyes twinkling* that sounds like fun. How do you plan on doing that?

- Vestra.

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Curse my muse with visions you think will haunt them.

They will be forced to see those visions for as long as you/your muse dictates.

#//go on #hurt them

Well, you have "song" in your name, so here you go! *drops off some of those fancy Mandalorian war flutes*

Are....are these actual bes'bevs.....?

-Vestra

Yeah, yeah they are...

-Com. L

*the 'camera' tastefully pans from their faces as they take off their helmets, showing closeups of the designs as they lay on the mass of bunks pushed together. Laughter is heard as videos of how to play them start, and once the music switches from lothcaterwauls to soulful music, a beginners music certainly, but the sense of ours radiates strongly from the group: perhaps for the first time*

u eat cookies they make brain do happy :)

....is this a scientific fact?

-Com. L.

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Hey fellas! Who wants a blanket??? *holds up some thicccc knitted blankets*

Me!

-Sergeant Cassiopeia

Pardon Cassiopeia, zir is bored and overexcitable. These will be excellent for medbay....we never had enough to go around, so we're used to very little.

-Junior Medic Antis

Commander I accidentally tripped and baked enough cookies for everyone

.....accidentally?? And why are you telling me this?? *shielding several shinies caught without their helmets from sight*

-Com. L.

wanderingmirror

So I was thinking randomly and suddenly I got this idea to make a character book. And I was wondering who I should work on first.

List:

Archer, Terra, Galaxy, Zinc, None, Connor, Telia, Mimi, Liza, or Jackie.

And I’m talking to people who know of them. Which there aren’t many. TT

Don't ask me for advice, because I love all of them and can't ever make decisions.

Well, Mr Breath Shiny Man certainly could use some manners. Oh... Owlie has never been here before.... Hello!

*instantly at least three dozen blasters are raised as the group of purple camouflaged armored clones slam their helmets back on. Owlie is able to catch a glimpse of the mutated blond Commander's face, cut and scarred deeply by a lightsaber.*

I am Commander Lacerta, and you are trespassing on GAR property. Cooperate, and you won't be shot. -- Com. L.

*the younger clones, some shaking even visibly with fear of this new unknown, are herded to the center.*

Uhhhhhhh whoops? You are certainly very nice looking Purply-Greyish Boys...? Owlie just popped up here, obviously. Owlie will cooperate!

Smart move. *lowers blaster, cuffs Owlie* I'm escorting you to the brig. We don't like surprises like that. *his helmet has newly painted jaig eyes and a lizard on it, and his kamas swish as he walks* Vestra, pick up my work, please. *gives a two fingered gesture* Astra, Terra, with me. -- Com. L.

*a younger clone with newly painted stripes on his helmet and a limp jumps up to fetch the pile of datapads from the center of the floor, then puts them on a shelf, before ducking back into the center. Two other clones, armor far more weathered, a sure sign of age in this unit, walk up.*

Reporting, sir. *one with a helmet painted in tiny ornamental designs, blaster gripped tightly* -- Terra.

Astra checking in, sir. *his armor is largely the same old camouflage with no extras, except for a tiny star on the front of his helmet* -- Astra.

Come with me, our prisoner needs to be escorted to the brig. -- Com. L.

Oh terribly sorry about the surprise. Hello other Purple Speckled Boys. *looks at the cuffs* Ah.... Owlie is sure there is a misinformucation here somewhere, you see—Owlie cannot walk like this. One of you Purple Speckled Boys will have to carry Owlie.

*Lacerta picks them up with ease* better? -- Com. L.

Yes, many thanks. Owlie has never seen your Purple Speckly Boys before. Unique! Hey your helmet is neat. What are you boys called?

I, uh....*not used to compliments* thanks, I painted it myself. *figures it couldn't hurt to answer as he walks to the brig* We're the 928th Corps. Although the name War Song Corps is being tossed around after our last battle. -- Com. L.

It was impressive, you have to admit, sir. -- Astra.

Ooo! Do you sing?? Most birbs are quite good at singing, but Owlie is rather bad at it.

Oh? *tilts head* What was impressive? Owlie loves stories!

Well, our new Jedi Commander is a weird Zygerrian subspecies, more feline and fluffier. His people sing to honor the enemy and stuff as they charge into battle, and while I don't the think the droids care, it wascan amazing marching and fighting song to have thundering in our ears. It was like it was boosted with the Force. -- Astra.

*groan* Ast'ika, don't tell the prisoner everything. -- Com. L.

Oh how interesting! Wait—Owlie is—oh...

Sooooo..... when can Owlie not be a prisoner anymore? There are lots of Cloons who will vouch that Owlie is perfectly harmless. Like Gold Shiny One, Blood Moon Boy, Crimson Snek Boy, Blue Healer Hero—although his brain was scrambled recently, maybe don’t ask him... oh! And Blanket Bun Blue Boy, of course.

But if the Blue Boy Who Tries to Kill Me says anything!!! Don’t listen to him!!! He spreads horrible rumors!!

........what...what are you saying? Who are you talking about? What blue boys? *confused tone as Astra snorts in the background* -- Com. L.

The Blue Boys! The cloon boys like you guys but instead of purply speckly grey armor they wear blue and white armor, so Owlie calls them Blue Boys. Owlie is good friends with them. Except for the one spreading horrible rumors. Owlie is... less friendly with him.

The 501st? *his eyes widen a little under his helmet* is...is Captain Rex still in command or is he...*trails off, not wanting to finish that thought* -- Com. L.

Yes the Blue Boys! .....Owlie has no idea who the captain is but there is a cloon who yells at Dramatic Blue Boy and Hyperactive Blue Boy like a captain. Say... his helmet has the same little pointy things painted on like yours! Blue of course.

He was allowed his jaig eyes...*slight hitch in breath* he's alive..I have to find a way to contact him. After *puts Owlie in a cell* we figure out what to do with you.

He’ll tell you Owlie doesn’t need to be a prisoner! Ask him! Also Owlie can just get out of here rather easily, but Owlie wouldn’t want to surprise the Purple Speckly Boys again. Just so you know.

Uh huh, thanks for that tidbit of information. -- Com. L.

*a tall Umbaran and a fluffy Zygerrian kit walk in, both dressed in Jedi robes*

What is the meaning of this? Who is that? -- Gen. Lee.

*the kit only sneezes up a storm, muttering something about medics needing a felid biology crash course*

Hello! *hops closer to the front of the cell* Owlie was telling Speckly Lizard Boy about the Blue Boys. Owlie is quite harmless.

*kneels to be on eye level, smiles kindly* I'm certain you are, Owlie, is it? Could I ask how you came to be locked up on my brig? -- Gen. Lee.

*Lacerta grumbles about Jedi kindness but just watches*

Ah yes. See, Owlie was talking with a Shiny Breathy Man and he was very rude so Owlie blipped out of there *slips one clawed foot out of the cuffs inadvertently as they speak to gesture around* And then Owlie popped up here! Gave the Purply Speckly Boys a bit of a spoop, my apologies, and then Owlie didn’t want to get shot, so Speckled Lizard Boy over here gave me some lovely bracelets and carried me here. You know he knows some Blue Boys? They are very good cloons. *blinks innocently*

Oh, that sounds like quite an ordeal. I apologize for all of this. *lets them out* -- G. Lee.

Why are you letting the pr8soner out, sir? -- Com. L.

*snorts, shakes fur) They aren't lying, we can feel it in the Force. -- Com. Ja'hal.

Welllllll unfortunately Owlie is used to less than warm welcomes around here. It was very nice meeting Speckled Lizard Boy and the Purply Speckly Boys. Owlie hopes you get to find th Blue Boy you wanted to talk to, but he’s usually pretty busy... good luck!

Thank you, feathered friend. *dips her head respectfully* -- G. Lee.

Well, Mr Breath Shiny Man certainly could use some manners. Oh... Owlie has never been here before.... Hello!

*instantly at least three dozen blasters are raised as the group of purple camouflaged armored clones slam their helmets back on. Owlie is able to catch a glimpse of the mutated blond Commander's face, cut and scarred deeply by a lightsaber.*

I am Commander Lacerta, and you are trespassing on GAR property. Cooperate, and you won't be shot. -- Com. L.

*the younger clones, some shaking even visibly with fear of this new unknown, are herded to the center.*

Uhhhhhhh whoops? You are certainly very nice looking Purply-Greyish Boys...? Owlie just popped up here, obviously. Owlie will cooperate!

Smart move. *lowers blaster, cuffs Owlie* I'm escorting you to the brig. We don't like surprises like that. *his helmet has newly painted jaig eyes and a lizard on it, and his kamas swish as he walks* Vestra, pick up my work, please. *gives a two fingered gesture* Astra, Terra, with me. -- Com. L.

*a younger clone with newly painted stripes on his helmet and a limp jumps up to fetch the pile of datapads from the center of the floor, then puts them on a shelf, before ducking back into the center. Two other clones, armor far more weathered, a sure sign of age in this unit, walk up.*

Reporting, sir. *one with a helmet painted in tiny ornamental designs, blaster gripped tightly* -- Terra.

Astra checking in, sir. *his armor is largely the same old camouflage with no extras, except for a tiny star on the front of his helmet* -- Astra.

Come with me, our prisoner needs to be escorted to the brig. -- Com. L.

Oh terribly sorry about the surprise. Hello other Purple Speckled Boys. *looks at the cuffs* Ah.... Owlie is sure there is a misinformucation here somewhere, you see—Owlie cannot walk like this. One of you Purple Speckled Boys will have to carry Owlie.

*Lacerta picks them up with ease* better? -- Com. L.

Yes, many thanks. Owlie has never seen your Purple Speckly Boys before. Unique! Hey your helmet is neat. What are you boys called?

I, uh....*not used to compliments* thanks, I painted it myself. *figures it couldn't hurt to answer as he walks to the brig* We're the 928th Corps. Although the name War Song Corps is being tossed around after our last battle. -- Com. L.

It was impressive, you have to admit, sir. -- Astra.

Ooo! Do you sing?? Most birbs are quite good at singing, but Owlie is rather bad at it.

Oh? *tilts head* What was impressive? Owlie loves stories!

Well, our new Jedi Commander is a weird Zygerrian subspecies, more feline and fluffier. His people sing to honor the enemy and stuff as they charge into battle, and while I don't the think the droids care, it wascan amazing marching and fighting song to have thundering in our ears. It was like it was boosted with the Force. -- Astra.

*groan* Ast'ika, don't tell the prisoner everything. -- Com. L.

Oh how interesting! Wait—Owlie is—oh...

Sooooo..... when can Owlie not be a prisoner anymore? There are lots of Cloons who will vouch that Owlie is perfectly harmless. Like Gold Shiny One, Blood Moon Boy, Crimson Snek Boy, Blue Healer Hero—although his brain was scrambled recently, maybe don’t ask him... oh! And Blanket Bun Blue Boy, of course.

But if the Blue Boy Who Tries to Kill Me says anything!!! Don’t listen to him!!! He spreads horrible rumors!!

........what...what are you saying? Who are you talking about? What blue boys? *confused tone as Astra snorts in the background* -- Com. L.

The Blue Boys! The cloon boys like you guys but instead of purply speckly grey armor they wear blue and white armor, so Owlie calls them Blue Boys. Owlie is good friends with them. Except for the one spreading horrible rumors. Owlie is... less friendly with him.

The 501st? *his eyes widen a little under his helmet* is...is Captain Rex still in command or is he...*trails off, not wanting to finish that thought* -- Com. L.

Yes the Blue Boys! .....Owlie has no idea who the captain is but there is a cloon who yells at Dramatic Blue Boy and Hyperactive Blue Boy like a captain. Say... his helmet has the same little pointy things painted on like yours! Blue of course.

He was allowed his jaig eyes...*slight hitch in breath* he's alive..I have to find a way to contact him. After *puts Owlie in a cell* we figure out what to do with you.

He’ll tell you Owlie doesn’t need to be a prisoner! Ask him! Also Owlie can just get out of here rather easily, but Owlie wouldn’t want to surprise the Purple Speckly Boys again. Just so you know.

Uh huh, thanks for that tidbit of information. -- Com. L.

*a tall Umbaran and a fluffy Zygerrian kit walk in, both dressed in Jedi robes*

What is the meaning of this? Who is that? -- Gen. Lee.

*the kit only sneezes up a storm, muttering something about medics needing a felid biology crash course*

Hello! *hops closer to the front of the cell* Owlie was telling Speckly Lizard Boy about the Blue Boys. Owlie is quite harmless.

*kneels to be on eye level, smiles kindly* I'm certain you are, Owlie, is it? Could I ask how you came to be locked up on my brig? -- Gen. Lee.

*Lacerta grumbles about Jedi kindness but just watches*

Ah yes. See, Owlie was talking with a Shiny Breathy Man and he was very rude so Owlie blipped out of there *slips one clawed foot out of the cuffs inadvertently as they speak to gesture around* And then Owlie popped up here! Gave the Purply Speckly Boys a bit of a spoop, my apologies, and then Owlie didn’t want to get shot, so Speckled Lizard Boy over here gave me some lovely bracelets and carried me here. You know he knows some Blue Boys? They are very good cloons. *blinks innocently*

Oh, that sounds like quite an ordeal. I apologize for all of this. *lets them out* -- G. Lee.

Why are you letting the pr8soner out, sir? -- Com. L.

*snorts, shakes fur) They aren't lying, we can feel it in the Force. -- Com. Ja'hal.

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Well, Mr Breath Shiny Man certainly could use some manners. Oh... Owlie has never been here before.... Hello!

*instantly at least three dozen blasters are raised as the group of purple camouflaged armored clones slam their helmets back on. Owlie is able to catch a glimpse of the mutated blond Commander's face, cut and scarred deeply by a lightsaber.*

I am Commander Lacerta, and you are trespassing on GAR property. Cooperate, and you won't be shot. -- Com. L.

*the younger clones, some shaking even visibly with fear of this new unknown, are herded to the center.*

Uhhhhhhh whoops? You are certainly very nice looking Purply-Greyish Boys...? Owlie just popped up here, obviously. Owlie will cooperate!

Smart move. *lowers blaster, cuffs Owlie* I'm escorting you to the brig. We don't like surprises like that. *his helmet has newly painted jaig eyes and a lizard on it, and his kamas swish as he walks* Vestra, pick up my work, please. *gives a two fingered gesture* Astra, Terra, with me. -- Com. L.

*a younger clone with newly painted stripes on his helmet and a limp jumps up to fetch the pile of datapads from the center of the floor, then puts them on a shelf, before ducking back into the center. Two other clones, armor far more weathered, a sure sign of age in this unit, walk up.*

Reporting, sir. *one with a helmet painted in tiny ornamental designs, blaster gripped tightly* -- Terra.

Astra checking in, sir. *his armor is largely the same old camouflage with no extras, except for a tiny star on the front of his helmet* -- Astra.

Come with me, our prisoner needs to be escorted to the brig. -- Com. L.

Oh terribly sorry about the surprise. Hello other Purple Speckled Boys. *looks at the cuffs* Ah.... Owlie is sure there is a misinformucation here somewhere, you see—Owlie cannot walk like this. One of you Purple Speckled Boys will have to carry Owlie.

*Lacerta picks them up with ease* better? -- Com. L.

Yes, many thanks. Owlie has never seen your Purple Speckly Boys before. Unique! Hey your helmet is neat. What are you boys called?

I, uh....*not used to compliments* thanks, I painted it myself. *figures it couldn't hurt to answer as he walks to the brig* We're the 928th Corps. Although the name War Song Corps is being tossed around after our last battle. -- Com. L.

It was impressive, you have to admit, sir. -- Astra.

Ooo! Do you sing?? Most birbs are quite good at singing, but Owlie is rather bad at it.

Oh? *tilts head* What was impressive? Owlie loves stories!

Well, our new Jedi Commander is a weird Zygerrian subspecies, more feline and fluffier. His people sing to honor the enemy and stuff as they charge into battle, and while I don't the think the droids care, it wascan amazing marching and fighting song to have thundering in our ears. It was like it was boosted with the Force. -- Astra.

*groan* Ast'ika, don't tell the prisoner everything. -- Com. L.

Oh how interesting! Wait—Owlie is—oh...

Sooooo..... when can Owlie not be a prisoner anymore? There are lots of Cloons who will vouch that Owlie is perfectly harmless. Like Gold Shiny One, Blood Moon Boy, Crimson Snek Boy, Blue Healer Hero—although his brain was scrambled recently, maybe don’t ask him... oh! And Blanket Bun Blue Boy, of course.

But if the Blue Boy Who Tries to Kill Me says anything!!! Don’t listen to him!!! He spreads horrible rumors!!

........what...what are you saying? Who are you talking about? What blue boys? *confused tone as Astra snorts in the background* -- Com. L.

The Blue Boys! The cloon boys like you guys but instead of purply speckly grey armor they wear blue and white armor, so Owlie calls them Blue Boys. Owlie is good friends with them. Except for the one spreading horrible rumors. Owlie is... less friendly with him.

The 501st? *his eyes widen a little under his helmet* is...is Captain Rex still in command or is he...*trails off, not wanting to finish that thought* -- Com. L.

Yes the Blue Boys! .....Owlie has no idea who the captain is but there is a cloon who yells at Dramatic Blue Boy and Hyperactive Blue Boy like a captain. Say... his helmet has the same little pointy things painted on like yours! Blue of course.

He was allowed his jaig eyes...*slight hitch in breath* he's alive..I have to find a way to contact him. After *puts Owlie in a cell* we figure out what to do with you.

He’ll tell you Owlie doesn’t need to be a prisoner! Ask him! Also Owlie can just get out of here rather easily, but Owlie wouldn’t want to surprise the Purple Speckly Boys again. Just so you know.

Uh huh, thanks for that tidbit of information. -- Com. L.

*a tall Umbaran and a fluffy Zygerrian kit walk in, both dressed in Jedi robes*

What is the meaning of this? Who is that? -- Gen. Lee.

*the kit only sneezes up a storm, muttering something about medics needing a felid biology crash course*

Hello! *hops closer to the front of the cell* Owlie was telling Speckly Lizard Boy about the Blue Boys. Owlie is quite harmless.

*kneels to be on eye level, smiles kindly* I'm certain you are, Owlie, is it? Could I ask how you came to be locked up on my brig? -- Gen. Lee.

*Lacerta grumbles about Jedi kindness but just watches*

Well, Mr Breath Shiny Man certainly could use some manners. Oh... Owlie has never been here before.... Hello!

*instantly at least three dozen blasters are raised as the group of purple camouflaged armored clones slam their helmets back on. Owlie is able to catch a glimpse of the mutated blond Commander's face, cut and scarred deeply by a lightsaber.*

I am Commander Lacerta, and you are trespassing on GAR property. Cooperate, and you won't be shot. -- Com. L.

*the younger clones, some shaking even visibly with fear of this new unknown, are herded to the center.*

Uhhhhhhh whoops? You are certainly very nice looking Purply-Greyish Boys...? Owlie just popped up here, obviously. Owlie will cooperate!

Smart move. *lowers blaster, cuffs Owlie* I'm escorting you to the brig. We don't like surprises like that. *his helmet has newly painted jaig eyes and a lizard on it, and his kamas swish as he walks* Vestra, pick up my work, please. *gives a two fingered gesture* Astra, Terra, with me. -- Com. L.

*a younger clone with newly painted stripes on his helmet and a limp jumps up to fetch the pile of datapads from the center of the floor, then puts them on a shelf, before ducking back into the center. Two other clones, armor far more weathered, a sure sign of age in this unit, walk up.*

Reporting, sir. *one with a helmet painted in tiny ornamental designs, blaster gripped tightly* -- Terra.

Astra checking in, sir. *his armor is largely the same old camouflage with no extras, except for a tiny star on the front of his helmet* -- Astra.

Come with me, our prisoner needs to be escorted to the brig. -- Com. L.

Oh terribly sorry about the surprise. Hello other Purple Speckled Boys. *looks at the cuffs* Ah.... Owlie is sure there is a misinformucation here somewhere, you see—Owlie cannot walk like this. One of you Purple Speckled Boys will have to carry Owlie.

*Lacerta picks them up with ease* better? -- Com. L.

Yes, many thanks. Owlie has never seen your Purple Speckly Boys before. Unique! Hey your helmet is neat. What are you boys called?

I, uh....*not used to compliments* thanks, I painted it myself. *figures it couldn't hurt to answer as he walks to the brig* We're the 928th Corps. Although the name War Song Corps is being tossed around after our last battle. -- Com. L.

It was impressive, you have to admit, sir. -- Astra.

Ooo! Do you sing?? Most birbs are quite good at singing, but Owlie is rather bad at it.

Oh? *tilts head* What was impressive? Owlie loves stories!

Well, our new Jedi Commander is a weird Zygerrian subspecies, more feline and fluffier. His people sing to honor the enemy and stuff as they charge into battle, and while I don't the think the droids care, it wascan amazing marching and fighting song to have thundering in our ears. It was like it was boosted with the Force. -- Astra.

*groan* Ast'ika, don't tell the prisoner everything. -- Com. L.

Oh how interesting! Wait—Owlie is—oh...

Sooooo..... when can Owlie not be a prisoner anymore? There are lots of Cloons who will vouch that Owlie is perfectly harmless. Like Gold Shiny One, Blood Moon Boy, Crimson Snek Boy, Blue Healer Hero—although his brain was scrambled recently, maybe don’t ask him... oh! And Blanket Bun Blue Boy, of course.

But if the Blue Boy Who Tries to Kill Me says anything!!! Don’t listen to him!!! He spreads horrible rumors!!

........what...what are you saying? Who are you talking about? What blue boys? *confused tone as Astra snorts in the background* -- Com. L.

The Blue Boys! The cloon boys like you guys but instead of purply speckly grey armor they wear blue and white armor, so Owlie calls them Blue Boys. Owlie is good friends with them. Except for the one spreading horrible rumors. Owlie is... less friendly with him.

The 501st? *his eyes widen a little under his helmet* is...is Captain Rex still in command or is he...*trails off, not wanting to finish that thought* -- Com. L.

Yes the Blue Boys! .....Owlie has no idea who the captain is but there is a cloon who yells at Dramatic Blue Boy and Hyperactive Blue Boy like a captain. Say... his helmet has the same little pointy things painted on like yours! Blue of course.

He was allowed his jaig eyes...*slight hitch in breath* he's alive..I have to find a way to contact him. After *puts Owlie in a cell* we figure out what to do with you.

He’ll tell you Owlie doesn’t need to be a prisoner! Ask him! Also Owlie can just get out of here rather easily, but Owlie wouldn’t want to surprise the Purple Speckly Boys again. Just so you know.

Uh huh, thanks for that tidbit of information. -- Com. L.

*a tall Umbaran and a fluffy Zygerrian kit walk in, both dressed in Jedi robes*

What is the meaning of this? Who is that? -- Gen. Lee.

*the kit only sneezes up a storm, muttering something about medics needing a felid biology crash course*

#//Lacerta is Rex's batchmate #he went off the grid for a bit and then krell happened so

Well, Mr Breath Shiny Man certainly could use some manners. Oh... Owlie has never been here before.... Hello!

*instantly at least three dozen blasters are raised as the group of purple camouflaged armored clones slam their helmets back on. Owlie is able to catch a glimpse of the mutated blond Commander's face, cut and scarred deeply by a lightsaber.*

I am Commander Lacerta, and you are trespassing on GAR property. Cooperate, and you won't be shot. -- Com. L.

*the younger clones, some shaking even visibly with fear of this new unknown, are herded to the center.*

Uhhhhhhh whoops? You are certainly very nice looking Purply-Greyish Boys...? Owlie just popped up here, obviously. Owlie will cooperate!

Smart move. *lowers blaster, cuffs Owlie* I'm escorting you to the brig. We don't like surprises like that. *his helmet has newly painted jaig eyes and a lizard on it, and his kamas swish as he walks* Vestra, pick up my work, please. *gives a two fingered gesture* Astra, Terra, with me. -- Com. L.

*a younger clone with newly painted stripes on his helmet and a limp jumps up to fetch the pile of datapads from the center of the floor, then puts them on a shelf, before ducking back into the center. Two other clones, armor far more weathered, a sure sign of age in this unit, walk up.*

Reporting, sir. *one with a helmet painted in tiny ornamental designs, blaster gripped tightly* -- Terra.

Astra checking in, sir. *his armor is largely the same old camouflage with no extras, except for a tiny star on the front of his helmet* -- Astra.

Come with me, our prisoner needs to be escorted to the brig. -- Com. L.

Oh terribly sorry about the surprise. Hello other Purple Speckled Boys. *looks at the cuffs* Ah.... Owlie is sure there is a misinformucation here somewhere, you see—Owlie cannot walk like this. One of you Purple Speckled Boys will have to carry Owlie.

*Lacerta picks them up with ease* better? -- Com. L.

Yes, many thanks. Owlie has never seen your Purple Speckly Boys before. Unique! Hey your helmet is neat. What are you boys called?

I, uh....*not used to compliments* thanks, I painted it myself. *figures it couldn't hurt to answer as he walks to the brig* We're the 928th Corps. Although the name War Song Corps is being tossed around after our last battle. -- Com. L.

It was impressive, you have to admit, sir. -- Astra.

Ooo! Do you sing?? Most birbs are quite good at singing, but Owlie is rather bad at it.

Oh? *tilts head* What was impressive? Owlie loves stories!

Well, our new Jedi Commander is a weird Zygerrian subspecies, more feline and fluffier. His people sing to honor the enemy and stuff as they charge into battle, and while I don't the think the droids care, it wascan amazing marching and fighting song to have thundering in our ears. It was like it was boosted with the Force. -- Astra.

*groan* Ast'ika, don't tell the prisoner everything. -- Com. L.

Oh how interesting! Wait—Owlie is—oh...

Sooooo..... when can Owlie not be a prisoner anymore? There are lots of Cloons who will vouch that Owlie is perfectly harmless. Like Gold Shiny One, Blood Moon Boy, Crimson Snek Boy, Blue Healer Hero—although his brain was scrambled recently, maybe don’t ask him... oh! And Blanket Bun Blue Boy, of course.

But if the Blue Boy Who Tries to Kill Me says anything!!! Don’t listen to him!!! He spreads horrible rumors!!

........what...what are you saying? Who are you talking about? What blue boys? *confused tone as Astra snorts in the background* -- Com. L.

The Blue Boys! The cloon boys like you guys but instead of purply speckly grey armor they wear blue and white armor, so Owlie calls them Blue Boys. Owlie is good friends with them. Except for the one spreading horrible rumors. Owlie is... less friendly with him.

The 501st? *his eyes widen a little under his helmet* is...is Captain Rex still in command or is he...*trails off, not wanting to finish that thought* -- Com. L.

Yes the Blue Boys! .....Owlie has no idea who the captain is but there is a cloon who yells at Dramatic Blue Boy and Hyperactive Blue Boy like a captain. Say... his helmet has the same little pointy things painted on like yours! Blue of course.

He was allowed his jaig eyes...*slight hitch in breath* he's alive..I have to find a way to contact him. After *puts Owlie in a cell* we figure out what to do with you.

Well, Mr Breath Shiny Man certainly could use some manners. Oh... Owlie has never been here before.... Hello!

*instantly at least three dozen blasters are raised as the group of purple camouflaged armored clones slam their helmets back on. Owlie is able to catch a glimpse of the mutated blond Commander's face, cut and scarred deeply by a lightsaber.*

I am Commander Lacerta, and you are trespassing on GAR property. Cooperate, and you won't be shot. -- Com. L.

*the younger clones, some shaking even visibly with fear of this new unknown, are herded to the center.*

Uhhhhhhh whoops? You are certainly very nice looking Purply-Greyish Boys...? Owlie just popped up here, obviously. Owlie will cooperate!

Smart move. *lowers blaster, cuffs Owlie* I'm escorting you to the brig. We don't like surprises like that. *his helmet has newly painted jaig eyes and a lizard on it, and his kamas swish as he walks* Vestra, pick up my work, please. *gives a two fingered gesture* Astra, Terra, with me. -- Com. L.

*a younger clone with newly painted stripes on his helmet and a limp jumps up to fetch the pile of datapads from the center of the floor, then puts them on a shelf, before ducking back into the center. Two other clones, armor far more weathered, a sure sign of age in this unit, walk up.*

Reporting, sir. *one with a helmet painted in tiny ornamental designs, blaster gripped tightly* -- Terra.

Astra checking in, sir. *his armor is largely the same old camouflage with no extras, except for a tiny star on the front of his helmet* -- Astra.

Come with me, our prisoner needs to be escorted to the brig. -- Com. L.

Oh terribly sorry about the surprise. Hello other Purple Speckled Boys. *looks at the cuffs* Ah.... Owlie is sure there is a misinformucation here somewhere, you see—Owlie cannot walk like this. One of you Purple Speckled Boys will have to carry Owlie.

*Lacerta picks them up with ease* better? -- Com. L.

Yes, many thanks. Owlie has never seen your Purple Speckly Boys before. Unique! Hey your helmet is neat. What are you boys called?

I, uh....*not used to compliments* thanks, I painted it myself. *figures it couldn't hurt to answer as he walks to the brig* We're the 928th Corps. Although the name War Song Corps is being tossed around after our last battle. -- Com. L.

It was impressive, you have to admit, sir. -- Astra.

Ooo! Do you sing?? Most birbs are quite good at singing, but Owlie is rather bad at it.

Oh? *tilts head* What was impressive? Owlie loves stories!

Well, our new Jedi Commander is a weird Zygerrian subspecies, more feline and fluffier. His people sing to honor the enemy and stuff as they charge into battle, and while I don't the think the droids care, it wascan amazing marching and fighting song to have thundering in our ears. It was like it was boosted with the Force. -- Astra.

*groan* Ast'ika, don't tell the prisoner everything. -- Com. L.

Oh how interesting! Wait—Owlie is—oh...

Sooooo..... when can Owlie not be a prisoner anymore? There are lots of Cloons who will vouch that Owlie is perfectly harmless. Like Gold Shiny One, Blood Moon Boy, Crimson Snek Boy, Blue Healer Hero—although his brain was scrambled recently, maybe don’t ask him... oh! And Blanket Bun Blue Boy, of course.

But if the Blue Boy Who Tries to Kill Me says anything!!! Don’t listen to him!!! He spreads horrible rumors!!

........what...what are you saying? Who are you talking about? What blue boys? *confused tone as Astra snorts in the background* -- Com. L.

The Blue Boys! The cloon boys like you guys but instead of purply speckly grey armor they wear blue and white armor, so Owlie calls them Blue Boys. Owlie is good friends with them. Except for the one spreading horrible rumors. Owlie is... less friendly with him.

The 501st? *his eyes widen a little under his helmet* is...is Captain Rex still in command or is he...*trails off, not wanting to finish that thought* -- Com. L.

Well, Mr Breath Shiny Man certainly could use some manners. Oh... Owlie has never been here before.... Hello!

*instantly at least three dozen blasters are raised as the group of purple camouflaged armored clones slam their helmets back on. Owlie is able to catch a glimpse of the mutated blond Commander's face, cut and scarred deeply by a lightsaber.*

I am Commander Lacerta, and you are trespassing on GAR property. Cooperate, and you won't be shot. -- Com. L.

*the younger clones, some shaking even visibly with fear of this new unknown, are herded to the center.*

Uhhhhhhh whoops? You are certainly very nice looking Purply-Greyish Boys...? Owlie just popped up here, obviously. Owlie will cooperate!

Smart move. *lowers blaster, cuffs Owlie* I'm escorting you to the brig. We don't like surprises like that. *his helmet has newly painted jaig eyes and a lizard on it, and his kamas swish as he walks* Vestra, pick up my work, please. *gives a two fingered gesture* Astra, Terra, with me. -- Com. L.

*a younger clone with newly painted stripes on his helmet and a limp jumps up to fetch the pile of datapads from the center of the floor, then puts them on a shelf, before ducking back into the center. Two other clones, armor far more weathered, a sure sign of age in this unit, walk up.*

Reporting, sir. *one with a helmet painted in tiny ornamental designs, blaster gripped tightly* -- Terra.

Astra checking in, sir. *his armor is largely the same old camouflage with no extras, except for a tiny star on the front of his helmet* -- Astra.

Come with me, our prisoner needs to be escorted to the brig. -- Com. L.

Oh terribly sorry about the surprise. Hello other Purple Speckled Boys. *looks at the cuffs* Ah.... Owlie is sure there is a misinformucation here somewhere, you see—Owlie cannot walk like this. One of you Purple Speckled Boys will have to carry Owlie.

*Lacerta picks them up with ease* better? -- Com. L.

Yes, many thanks. Owlie has never seen your Purple Speckly Boys before. Unique! Hey your helmet is neat. What are you boys called?

I, uh....*not used to compliments* thanks, I painted it myself. *figures it couldn't hurt to answer as he walks to the brig* We're the 928th Corps. Although the name War Song Corps is being tossed around after our last battle. -- Com. L.

It was impressive, you have to admit, sir. -- Astra.

Ooo! Do you sing?? Most birbs are quite good at singing, but Owlie is rather bad at it.

Oh? *tilts head* What was impressive? Owlie loves stories!

Well, our new Jedi Commander is a weird Zygerrian subspecies, more feline and fluffier. His people sing to honor the enemy and stuff as they charge into battle, and while I don't the think the droids care, it wascan amazing marching and fighting song to have thundering in our ears. It was like it was boosted with the Force. -- Astra.

*groan* Ast'ika, don't tell the prisoner everything. -- Com. L.

Oh how interesting! Wait—Owlie is—oh...

Sooooo..... when can Owlie not be a prisoner anymore? There are lots of Cloons who will vouch that Owlie is perfectly harmless. Like Gold Shiny One, Blood Moon Boy, Crimson Snek Boy, Blue Healer Hero—although his brain was scrambled recently, maybe don’t ask him... oh! And Blanket Bun Blue Boy, of course.

But if the Blue Boy Who Tries to Kill Me says anything!!! Don’t listen to him!!! He spreads horrible rumors!!

........what...what are you saying? Who are you talking about? What blue boys? *confused tone as Astra snorts in the background* -- Com. L.

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Well, Mr Breath Shiny Man certainly could use some manners. Oh... Owlie has never been here before.... Hello!

*instantly at least three dozen blasters are raised as the group of purple camouflaged armored clones slam their helmets back on. Owlie is able to catch a glimpse of the mutated blond Commander's face, cut and scarred deeply by a lightsaber.*

I am Commander Lacerta, and you are trespassing on GAR property. Cooperate, and you won't be shot. -- Com. L.

*the younger clones, some shaking even visibly with fear of this new unknown, are herded to the center.*

Uhhhhhhh whoops? You are certainly very nice looking Purply-Greyish Boys...? Owlie just popped up here, obviously. Owlie will cooperate!

Smart move. *lowers blaster, cuffs Owlie* I'm escorting you to the brig. We don't like surprises like that. *his helmet has newly painted jaig eyes and a lizard on it, and his kamas swish as he walks* Vestra, pick up my work, please. *gives a two fingered gesture* Astra, Terra, with me. -- Com. L.

*a younger clone with newly painted stripes on his helmet and a limp jumps up to fetch the pile of datapads from the center of the floor, then puts them on a shelf, before ducking back into the center. Two other clones, armor far more weathered, a sure sign of age in this unit, walk up.*

Reporting, sir. *one with a helmet painted in tiny ornamental designs, blaster gripped tightly* -- Terra.

Astra checking in, sir. *his armor is largely the same old camouflage with no extras, except for a tiny star on the front of his helmet* -- Astra.

Come with me, our prisoner needs to be escorted to the brig. -- Com. L.

Oh terribly sorry about the surprise. Hello other Purple Speckled Boys. *looks at the cuffs* Ah.... Owlie is sure there is a misinformucation here somewhere, you see—Owlie cannot walk like this. One of you Purple Speckled Boys will have to carry Owlie.

*Lacerta picks them up with ease* better? -- Com. L.

Yes, many thanks. Owlie has never seen your Purple Speckly Boys before. Unique! Hey your helmet is neat. What are you boys called?

I, uh....*not used to compliments* thanks, I painted it myself. *figures it couldn't hurt to answer as he walks to the brig* We're the 928th Corps. Although the name War Song Corps is being tossed around after our last battle. -- Com. L.

It was impressive, you have to admit, sir. -- Astra.

Ooo! Do you sing?? Most birbs are quite good at singing, but Owlie is rather bad at it.

Oh? *tilts head* What was impressive? Owlie loves stories!

Well, our new Jedi Commander is a weird Zygerrian subspecies, more feline and fluffier. His people sing to honor the enemy and stuff as they charge into battle, and while I don't the think the droids care, it wascan amazing marching and fighting song to have thundering in our ears. It was like it was boosted with the Force. -- Astra.

*groan* Ast'ika, don't tell the prisoner everything. -- Com. L.

Well, Mr Breath Shiny Man certainly could use some manners. Oh... Owlie has never been here before.... Hello!

*instantly at least three dozen blasters are raised as the group of purple camouflaged armored clones slam their helmets back on. Owlie is able to catch a glimpse of the mutated blond Commander's face, cut and scarred deeply by a lightsaber.*

I am Commander Lacerta, and you are trespassing on GAR property. Cooperate, and you won't be shot. -- Com. L.

*the younger clones, some shaking even visibly with fear of this new unknown, are herded to the center.*

Uhhhhhhh whoops? You are certainly very nice looking Purply-Greyish Boys...? Owlie just popped up here, obviously. Owlie will cooperate!

Smart move. *lowers blaster, cuffs Owlie* I'm escorting you to the brig. We don't like surprises like that. *his helmet has newly painted jaig eyes and a lizard on it, and his kamas swish as he walks* Vestra, pick up my work, please. *gives a two fingered gesture* Astra, Terra, with me. -- Com. L.

*a younger clone with newly painted stripes on his helmet and a limp jumps up to fetch the pile of datapads from the center of the floor, then puts them on a shelf, before ducking back into the center. Two other clones, armor far more weathered, a sure sign of age in this unit, walk up.*

Reporting, sir. *one with a helmet painted in tiny ornamental designs, blaster gripped tightly* -- Terra.

Astra checking in, sir. *his armor is largely the same old camouflage with no extras, except for a tiny star on the front of his helmet* -- Astra.

Come with me, our prisoner needs to be escorted to the brig. -- Com. L.

Oh terribly sorry about the surprise. Hello other Purple Speckled Boys. *looks at the cuffs* Ah.... Owlie is sure there is a misinformucation here somewhere, you see—Owlie cannot walk like this. One of you Purple Speckled Boys will have to carry Owlie.

*Lacerta picks them up with ease* better? -- Com. L.

Yes, many thanks. Owlie has never seen your Purple Speckly Boys before. Unique! Hey your helmet is neat. What are you boys called?

I, uh....*not used to compliments* thanks, I painted it myself. *figures it couldn't hurt to answer as he walks to the brig* We're the 928th Corps. Although the name War Song Corps is being tossed around after our last battle. -- Com. L.

It was impressive, you have to admit, sir. -- Astra.

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