The Broken Clone joins the fold. (Clones, CIS, and stuff)

[Not Ordo]

@[member="CC-114 Una"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"]

Oryuken smiled as Una spoke. She was nice and her eyebrow did something funny when he poked her arm. She had a nice voice it reminded him of a song bird and he liked song birds.

"They only gave us water. They didn't know what we would do if they gave us something else." He turned to Canal and looked at him with an ere of confusion. "I haven't been in combat yet only simulations."

Oryuken looked up at the ceiling then unsure of whom he should look at if know one was talking. Maybe he should say something. What does one say when your with people who can speak back.

"How many more clones are there?" he asked still looking at the ceiling.

 

[Una Gal]

Una chuckled to herself, cupping his chin in her hand to pull his glance away from the ceiling. "There are a lot of us. I'm not sure on the exact numbers." She reached across the table and uncorked the bottle, topping off her drink. The sour taste of alcohol was somewhat comforting and she hoped it wouldn't cause too much trouble with the new clone. "We should train together sometime, it's the best way to get to know other people."

@[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]

 

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@[member="CC-114 Una"]

He looked down with her guidance and smiled. She was nice. He liked nice. Nice made him feel...nice!.

"I think there's just one you." He said innocently. He had no idea what flirting was he was just saying what he thought.

He copied her in pouring another tumbler full of tihaar and drank it down like he had the first. It wasn't as bad the second time. Maybe he was getting better at it! He smiled heat rising to his cheeks.

"I like training." He said "oshed doooeet wiilll." He forgot the words.

 

[Djorn Bline]

"Simulators, eh? Well I'll have to bring you on the battlefield." He could tell that Oryuken was in love with Una. They mentioned something about training. "Hey, about that training can I join. I want to make the two of you experts in hand to hand combat from me. And maybe one of you can break my streak."

@[member="Oryuken CC-128P"] @[member="CC-114 Una"]

 

[Una Gal]

Una turned her head away from him, covering her cheeks as if the blush was apparent. She quickly lifted the glass to her lips, pouring the contents of it down her throat. It was more then embarrassing to get so flustered over a few sweet words, but she found herself caught up in his voice. She shook her head a little, regaining her composure as she looked up to her vod. "I'm perfectly versed in hand to hand combat thank you, Canal. I think I could have you on, vod. And I'm sure Oryuken could give you a damn good run for your money."

@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]

 

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@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="CC-114 Una"]

Canal was a nice Vod! He offered to take him into combat! That was so exciting! He had always been told he'd go to the front lines but no one ever promised to take him!

"I want to go to combats!" He said as he perked up. "But I don't know about running for money. I usually just punch and kick in hand to hand training."

The poor clone didn't have a clue that he didn't get it. He just smiled and poured more tihaar.

 

[Una Gal]

Una couldn't help but laugh. Her head titled back a little as her chest expanded, a clear cut sound escaping her lips. She clapped @[member="Oryuken CC-128P"] on the back gently, as her laughter died down into a small giggle. Una lent forward, pouring herself some more tihaar as she wiped the corner of her eye. "It's just an expression, vod. It means you're equal."

 

[Djorn Bline]

Canal made a little laugh when Una commented to him. "You're being a little too hostile, sister. I'm not making fun to the both of you but I want you guys to be better than me in hand to hand...even if it means breaking my streak." He then turned to Oryuken and said, "I bye you want to. I'll take you with me whenever a fight will happen. Punching and kicking is one of the main fundamentals of close quarter comabt. So whenever you want to get some 101 lessons from me just yell at me. Bring Una along with you as well."

@[member="Oryuken CC-128P"] @[member="CC-114 Una"]

 

[Una Gal]

"I'm not being hostile. I'm merely suggesting my hand to hand combat skills already outrank yours." She lent forward with a dangerous smile on her face. The rim of her cup pressed against her lips as she looked over it toward her brother.

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

"Outranks mine? Well we'll have to find out in the future," Canal didn't accepted that fact. Her combat was great and all but that didn't mean it outranks his. He took a sip from his drink. He wasn't scared when Una gave him a dangerous smile. He looked back with a calm smile to Una.

@[member="CC-114 Una"] @[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="CC-114 Una"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"]

Oryuken heard the birds chirping again and his cheeks were so warm it felt like he had spent all day in the sun. He watched the exchange between Una and Canal with a big slightly drunken smile. To his credit his heavy body handled the Tihaar well but he hadn't realized he wasn't supposed to drink it quite so fast. His head felt a little funny as he turned to look at Una. Her profile was astoundingly pretty as she smiled a predatory smile.

"You looked a bit like a pretty Nexu just now." He said. Once again his tone didn't say flirting as much as it said I am just being honest. "And Canal looks like he's not scared. I think I liked it."

 

[Una Gal]

Una glanced back at Oryuken. He complimented her so much she honestly wondered how she wasn't in fits of girlish giggles. It must be the alcohol. It made her a lot more accepting. "Canal will be scared when I show him how fast my fist travels toward his face." She laughed again, though it didn't last nearly as long this time. She turned her body fully to Oryuken, pinching his cheek gently in between two fingers. "Stop complimenting me, you'll have me blushing like a little girl."

@[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

"I think that's enough alcohol for you, brother," Canal said as he saw Oryuken being somewhat drunk. "We don't want you to be like me when I'm drunk. I'll tell you about it later." Canal smiled as he drank the rest if his drink. No more for me. "Sister, I'm pretty sure I won't be scared when I see you fist going at my face." He saw Una pinching and what not flirting with Oryuken. Why does everyone else besides me get a girl and I don't

@[member="CC-114 Una"] @[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]

 

[Lancer Damar]

Lancer turned his head towards the clones, tipping up his hat slightly. Eyes shimmered beneath the shadow of the hat. He lifted his boots off the table, before adjusting the poncho that lay across his body. Four holsters lay at his hips and at the small of his back, six-shooter slug throwers. He was none other than Lancer Damar, a notorious marksman of Coruscant galactic circus fame. He didn't like the Dread guard, but then again, he didn't like anyone. CIS just paid a lot better than most, plus, it always helped to play for the winning side.

"I wouldn't advise dipping your pen in company ink, kid." He said to the clone, blinking beneath his hat. Not that they could tell. However, a grim smile crept across his features. Lancer definitely wasn't a pleasant figure, with so many bullets lining his person that it made him seem more gun than person.

@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="CC-114 Una"] @[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]

 

[Una Gal]

Una glanced up toward the stranger. Her face fell and her smile became a small frown. His words did nothing to quell her sudden annoyance at their being disturbed. Una pulled her fingers from Oryuken's cheek. Her gaze dropped to the bottle of tihaar while she toped her mug off before clearing her throat. She said nothing, but her brow raised as she fixed her eyes on Canal opposite her. Una shot him an impatient glance as she took a heavy sip of her drink.

@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Lancer Damar"] @[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Canal looked at the stranger who spoke to them. He raised his eyebrows as he saw the man. He seemed dangerous because of the way he dressed. He didn't say anything to him so his siblings wouldn't get in any trouble with the man. He turned back and saw Una gave him a glance. "What? What did I do?"

@[member="CC-114 Una"] @[member="Lancer Damar "]@[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]

 

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@[member="CC-114 Una"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Lancer Damar"]

Oryuken looked at the new man. He looked like someone straight out of a holovid. Oryuken liked holovids and he was a bit jealous of the hat. Oryuken obeyed his half brother and stopped drinking. Of all the prototypes in his batch only he, 129 and 130 had survived. Rather than vong shaping yhey were made from Mando soup to augment the venerable Fett genome. The result was him.

"Was I issued a pen, Una?" He said extreamly confused.

He looked at the man and became a little agitated. He didn't like being confused it made him feel dumb and he didn't like that one bit. The oversized clone began to stand as the alcohol kept his cheeks warm and his thoughts muddled.

"I don't think I like you." He said after he saw the look on Una's face. "Maybe you don't like me too?"